Dashing through Allen Avenue street, one would wonder what could make a tall Nigerian youth dressed in a brown suit with an unfastened tie run. Well, this was Lagos, and anything could cause a 25-year-old boy like me to run as swift as a dog. For me, I had a job interview some meters away, and I was twenty minutes late.

I couldn't believe my luck, narrowly escaping death by a taxi driver who nearly ran me over. "Oga teacher, wetin dey worry you now? You wan lose your life this...