Mayokun drove slowly in the shade of the trees that lined the drive way. Upfront, there was a road block made up of three large cubes of grey concrete with chalked-in graffiti .

“Park here.” Flavian said. She pulled over on the side, a few feet from the blockade. Two uniformed men stood beside a small grey kiosk on the other side.

Their heels knocked and their hands went up in salute when they saw Flavian. “We walk from here.”He said as his hand shot up in response. …