Sometime before dawn, a woman in Lagos wraps her child and steps out of a structure she built herself from salvaged zinc and reclaimed timber. The electricity her neighbour tapped runs a single bulb.

The water comes from a vendor two hundred meters away, at three times the rate the city charges the suburbs. She does not appear in any municipal register. Her community of sixty thousand people does not appear on any official map.

She is not an anomaly.

She is the world…