Timothy Edaki

3 weeks ago | africasacountry.com | Benjamin Lebrave |Sean Jacobs |Timothy Edaki

I remember being 10, sitting in the backseat of my uncle’s light green Benz, the fabric seats already sticky from the day’s heat. The cassette deck crackled with some high-pitched, nasal melody—Benin music. My uncle sang along in a blend of pidgin and something older, deeper: words I didn’t understand as I don’t speak Benin, but the Ika language.