Pay Up – 3

3 The cold, damp air of Lagos at 5:00 AM bit into Anu’s face as the okada tore through the empty, pothole-ridden streets toward Ogba. The sky was a bruised purple, the typical Lagos traffic still asleep, save for a few distant headlights of early-bird danfos. ​Anu gripped the rusted iron rack behind the motorcycle…...