Category Archives: Ibrahim Babátúndé Ibrahim

Much of my memories from my secondary school days are vague, like a framed picture clouded by layers of dust on the strip of glass behind which it sits. But there are also the parts that are still as vivid as immersive 3D clips. I suppose it’s same for everyone. There must be those memoriesContinueContinue reading “The Library by Ibrahim Babátúndé Ibrahim”