We waited for the heavens to open up dams and let the rains descend upon a withering earth. With an outstretched hand we hold droplets of hope.
Against a bustling backdrop of haste and chaos, of dust and particles, of restlessness and vanity. He sits aloof to watch them all pass, such a transient city.
An evening sun lurks behind a pale cloud. Another day passes away. Nobody knows, all she sees are her own dreams.

All pictures are original works of Wapah Ezeigwe. 

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