The Salt of the Niger Benue Construct a box of Iroko and the salt of the Benue. Slot the windows into the grooves of the wood, tight as the grip of the Isoko fisherman’s salt-worn net. We make lanterns because the g ulf has a way of swallowing the horizon whole. Inside, the wick is a white needle stitching the dark of the Lagos lagoon to the dock. No oil remains silent here; it cracks, a small, bright friction of earth resisting the tide. Feel the pulse of the palm oil beating against the glass’s hot, yellow tooth. The light is a thumbprint of fire on the coastline, reminding the waves that we are still awake, tending to the small, fierce architectures of the night. has a way of swallowing the horizon whole. Inside, the wick is a white needle stitching the dark of the Lagos lagoon to the dock. No oil remains silent here; it cracks, a small, bright friction of earth resisting the tide. Feel the pulse of the palm oil beating against the glass’s hot, yellow too...