As the boat oared through the fetid smelling backwaters of Makoko, we could hear the sounds of a fresh new day. The sun was still an hour away and I deliberately didn't use the flash. Just so that you all can feel Makoko the way we felt it. As we glided by the water-alley of Makoko, we could hear the rooster calling out its morning note. We heard a few kids giggling away and a mother humming her love to her child as she breast-fed. Behind the veil of a fading light, life was as normal as it could be. Its only when dawn arrives, life reveals its different story inside Makoko.