For Years, Jahman Anikulapo Quietly Minted Leaders In A Lagos Newsroom

One afternoon in 2005, my boss and I stood in the vast newsroom of The Guardian and watched time whizz by.

It was 4,5pm-ish. The reporters were back, as usual, sliding across the glazed floor, nearly crashing into the concrete, to rush their stories to the typists and graphic designers who would set the pages for the next day. At this moment, my eyes were locked on a certain senior correspondent—there was something about his tie.

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