the moment an interview subject forgets the camera is there

barton springs on a 100-degree day

hoop dreams, which made me want to do this

my mother's jollof rice, which settles every argument

werner herzog's voice, not his films, his voice

franklin barbecue brisket, yes it's worth the wait

the stories people tell when you just stay quiet and let them

south congress on a weeknight, not a weekend

fela kuti, especially zombie

my dp tomoko, who sees light the way i hear sound

chinua achebe's things fall apart

breakfast tacos from veracruz all natural, the migas

the moment in the edit when the story reveals itself

lake travis at sunset

the belief that everyone has a story worth telling

agnes varda's the gleaners and i

my dad, who drove a taxi in lagos and told the best stories in the car

suya from the nigerian spot on north lamar

erykah badu, live, in her city

the texas sky, which is a real thing, not just a saying

a subject who calls you six months later to say the film changed something

zilker park in the off-season, no festivals, just the park

the feeling of flying home to lagos and smelling the air before the doors open