Here in Lagos, a city forever out of control, Femi and I have managed to organise our lives through this past year so they’re as close as possible to exactly how we want them. Not easy in such a shambolic place, the antithesis of the Oz I left a couple of years ago to explore the world. But, after our initial struggle, work and life here have somewhat settled down. Or that’s what we thought. Until I got this bloody email! “Femi, take a look at this!” We were in the Bristol Hotel, Friday lunchtime, drinking cold Star beers, waiting…