I arrived with the usual mental picture of a riverine capital: a city wrestling with a difficult terrain, hemmed in by water, history, and the tired stereotypes too often attached to the Niger Delta. But Yenagoa offered a different story. It carried visible signs of intention. Roads had opened up older spaces. New corridors suggested a government not only trying to improve movement but also to reorder possibilities itself. The city felt less like a place trapped by geography than like one quietly arguing that geography need not be destiny.
Beyond the creeklines: A Yenagoa chronicle, By Dakuku Peterside
