那个女人,一个我从来没见过的女人,正在盯着我看。在炎热的夏季午后明亮的阳光下,她坐在吉普车的后座上,在摩托车的轰鸣声和小贩们的叫卖声中,居高临下地盯着我。她的盯视是赤裸裸的,而且充满了内容。她并不像拉各斯市的其他人遇到交通阻塞时那样漫不经心地四处乱瞅,她是在看我。一开始,我还刻意回避,但是后来我也盯着她看。我看到她那头 The woman, a woman I’ve never met, is staring at me. Sitting in the back seat of the jeep in the bright sunshine of the hot summer afternoon, she stared down at me during the roar of motorbikes and the barking of hawkers. Her stare is naked and full of content. She was not looking casually as she was when other people in Lagos encountered traffic jams. She was watching me. At first, I deliberately avoided, but then I stared at her too. I saw her