Lagos never truly sleeps, but at 2:00 AM, it holds its breath. The Lekki-Ikoyi Link Bridge is usually a place of beauty—a symbol of the "New Lagos." But when the hum of the city fades and the ocean breeze turns cold, the bridge belongs to someone else. I was driving home from a late-night strategy session, the radio playing low, when my headlights flickered. The yellow streetlamps overhead hummed, then blinked out one by one, swallowing the road in a thick, heavy darkness. That’s when I saw h...

Lagos never truly sleeps, but at 2:00 AM, it holds its breath. The Lekki-Ikoyi Link Bridge is usually a place of beauty—a symbol of the "New Lagos." But when the hum of the city fades and the ocean breeze turns cold, the bridge belongs to someone else. I was driving home from a late-night strategy session, the radio playing low, when my headlights flickered. The yellow streetlamps overhead hummed, then blinked out one by one, swallowing the road in a thick, heavy darkness. That’s when I saw h...