”If you die, it must be the lion that kills you. That is what they say in Senegal. This is what a returnee migrant explains to me in Diourbel, Senegal, as I try to understand why youth keep on leaving their villages risking their lives to reach Europe.
As I look out a broken taxi window as we drive through Lagos’ bustling and busy streets during rush hour, my attention is drawn to the numerous signs advertising job vacancies on walls and street lamp poles.
The ‘Sisters Hospital’, as it is known locally in Yaoundé, Cameroon is situated on Ngvobeti hill, one of the most disadvantaged neighborhoods in the city.