A picture does not a blog make.

After my camera was stolen on the 10th of February, at CMS bus-stop in slight traffic by two drug-crazed fellow citizens, it affected my input on this site. And then I remembered, I'm a writer, not a photographer.

So I'll be mixing photos and words as it ought to be, I think.

I was on my way to see WOZA ALBERT at the J.K. Randle Hall, the the day I was robbed. (Lagosians talk about robberies like visits to the barbers). It wasn't a violent attack. One chap distracted me and the other stretched his hand into the car from the other side. I was advised by a bus conductor not to give pursuit. Made sense.

Woza Albert, with a two-man cast is a satire that imagines the second coming of Christ in apartheid-ridden South Africa. It made intense and compelling viewing and caused me to reflect again on the countless sides theatre has.

There were brilliant performances by Kayode Ogunyemi as Percy and Toyin Oshinaike as Mbongeni. The presentation was directed by Niji Akanni.