Oh, by the way I somehow made it to Yaba yesterday. I took this picture while showing off my ostensibly pretty legs.

And here’s the caption my mind readily thought up;

At twilight, a procession is held at the cathedral or so we thought. Indistinct chants in foreign languages no one within earshot of the cathedral could make out. Growls, Moans, Shrieks, Plaintive Whimpers – varied cadences of sound. Mostly disturbing

-By Olusoji Oyewole