Sirens
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.
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.
After the bulldozers: for many, the struggle is only just beginning.
My house stood here. My daughter's shoe marked the spot. One shoe.
Was a man killed? Is the governor implicated? The Yam Zone Assignment.