Obioma is wiping his sweat-drenched face with a white-turned-brown handkerchief. He is walking the length of Awolowo Road, Ikoyi, and, as he shoves the handkerchief into the back pocket of his trousers, he is looking to the faces of young people obviously his age grade, driving expensive SUVs, while he mutters “God’s time is the best. God’s time is the best,” his mantra, to himself. Continue reading “Nollywood”