Living Shadows by Funke Ogundimu

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Lagos at night scares me but I love the energy that crackles all over my skin and races through my heart, the awareness that swallows my being and wakes up my senses when I walk home. It is dusty and dark, there are no streetlights and the deep darkness breeds shadows, nameless and boneless shadows that slither over roads and disappear in the blinding headlights of vehicles. But, when I walk into the shadows, I smell their day, touch burdens. I see smiles and hear groans and feel fears as they strive to live in this unending cycle of darkness.

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