Ajegunle, Lagos 3:17 PM. A Tuesday. Hot sun, no light. Achilles sat on the wooden bench outside Mama Ifeoma’s buka, sweat sliding down his jaw like it had somewhere to go. A plate of cold jollof rice sat untouched in front of him. His eyes were locked on the old HP laptop in front of him, its screen cracked at the edge, the kind of laptop you buy from second-hand dealers who don’t ask questions. He didn’t buy it because it was fine. He bought it because it was cheap. ₦22,000, no charger. Batt...