You’ll think Nigerians are poor, until you see them in nightclubs—swallowing decibels. They stack bottles on the derrieres of jezebels, chanting ad hominems. In the crush of morning, they drift on complaints, curse the devil, Crying till their...



You’ll think Nigerians are poor, until you see them in nightclubs—swallowing decibels. They stack bottles on the derrieres of jezebels, chanting ad hominems. In the crush of morning, they drift on complaints, curse the devil, Crying till their...