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The afternoon heat wrapped itself around Déolá immediately. Somewhere beyond the estate wall, a danfo driver leaned enthusiastically on his horn, as though volume alone could persuade traffic to disappear. Two compounds away, a chorus of cheers erupted, followed almost instantly by groans. Apparently, someone had scored, or missed spectacularly. It was difficult to tell in Lagos.
