The Okada Rider of Lagos
A Novel of Night Streets

About this book:

Midnight in Lagos belongs to the okada riders—men who navigate potholes and predators alike on two-stroke machines held together by wire and nerve. Biyi knows every shadowed shortcut from Yaba to the lagoon, every union tout's rate, every danfo bus that owns the road by weight of rust alone. But when a silent passenger in a wool coat presses a gun to his spine and a canvas bag heavy with ten million naira to his hip, the night's arithmetic changes. A routine fare becomes a descent into a city within the city: railway sidings where freight cars rot beside briefcase handovers, military checkpoints that vanish the unwary, and a network of names powerful enough to make colonels nervous when the moon goes down.

With prose that crackles like a live wire, *The Okada Rider of Lagos* drops you onto the pillion for a white-knuckle ride through Africa's megacity after dark. Here, survival means reading the road by the scatter of a cracked headlamp—distinguishing a crater from a shimmer of hydraulic fluid, a tout's bluster from a soldier's rifle butt. Biyi's voice is steeped in the sweat, diesel, and roasted corn of streets that never sleep, where every passenger carries a story and every story has a price. This is noir forged in harmonic heat: gritty, kinetic, and utterly alive with the pulse of a Lagos guidebooks never show.

By dawn, the bag is delivered, the passenger is a ghost, and Biyi rides on—richer, hunted, and deeper in the current than he ever intended. Twenty-six chapters track one rider through a single night that could be his last, or his ticket out. For readers who crave crime fiction with the viscosity of real stakes and a setting that breathes, bleeds, and accelerates on every page, the throttle is wide open.