Through lockdown in Port Harcourt, for once, the streets were mostly silent. But still the sound of sirens. Not ambulances, but police and soldiers in their trucks.
This is a song for lockdown and for breaking out into a place to breathe.
Researchers, activists, rappers, mappers, actors, audio engineers, writers, readers, reporters, filmmakers, singers, students, teachers, urban farmers, makers of the city yet to come.