We all live through our prologues, but we never know when the ride ends and turns into an epilogue. Just as John Green wrote, "You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence."
From that vantage point, I had an unintimidating view of Zuma Rock, and I would go up there to watch the sunset in the evening. On idle days, I whiled away the hours trying to synchronize my heartbeat with the pulsing red light atop a radio mast near our apartment
What started as a happy journey to Ile-Ife one Tuesday morning, turned into an unexpected journey through Niger state. I felt a deep sense of fear and unease, but everything I saw kept distracting me from feeling that emotion.