When the Weaver Bird Builds Alone

If you grew up around the towns of south-western Nigeria, Ado-Ekiti and places like it, you will know this sight: a big old tree standing alone in a compound or by the roadside, its branches sagging under dozens of golden, teardrop-shaped nests that swing in the wind as if the tree had decided to wear jewellery.

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