ABSTRACT
In the crowded waiting room of a bus depot on the outskirts of Lagos, sealed off by solid gates from the noise, dust and traffic jams on the main road outside, a smartly dressed woman in a two-piece suit moves carefully along the line of wooden benches. She squeezes past travellers who clutch luggage and babies, and she holds an array of slim, glossy pamphlets, arranged in neat fan-shapes in both hands. Her own face looks out assertively from the back covers of the pamphlets, wearing a colourful African headdress; but the three-dimensional version of this young author avoids staring discourteously at her potential customers.
