We begin inside a small Baptist church at dusk, on the outskirts of a Lagos neighborhood in the mid 1980’s. We are here for a rare event, the screening of a film depicting the second coming of Christ. This Baptist church is not my church. In my house, going to church is a special event—the… Read More meeting place
My dad sent me this wonderful picture of Lagos, his hometown, in the year of his birth. Friday, October 1, 2010 marked the 50th anniversary of Nigeria’s independence from British rule. Remember?
(from a paper, given with Barbara Adams, at the Royal Academy of British Architects, London, July 2009) I remember the first Michael Jackson music video I ever saw; in my grandparents’ living room in Lagos, during the evening hour when state television showed the latest in American, British and Caribbean black pop music. The glowing… Read More MJ
The city of our imaginations was London. In Lagos of the 1980’s “London” was a magic sound: its very utterance conveyed unattainable sophistication, hipness, style, escape. London stole my father for a few years of study. London bathed the in-crowd at school with the “been-to” glow. A wash of light followed even those whose cousins-fathers-sister-friend-daughters-boyfriends… Read More London calling