Lick the edges of the picture presented and you could taste the sour, sweet traces of palm wine and trap your tongue in a different time 19 th century Benin, Nigeria.Ī court was on display. The image unfurling inside the bottle shimmering like moonlight trapped in glass mattered. It didn’t matter how the bottle had arrived at its location under the curious yellow gaze of the lamppost or whether the messenger had been a postman delivering for both God and the dancing devil. Its movements were audible gasps made of glass. The Yeah Yeah Yeah BlueprintĪ green palm wine bottle rolled on the wet London Street. Modern London, London 1970s & 19 th Century Benin. To my favourite usual suspects mum, dad, Amen, Ota and Iredia, thank you so much for everything.
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