Osinachi's art might look like it could be hanging in an established gallery but for a Nigerian living thousands of miles away from the rarified galleries of New York City or London, that was an impossible dream.
Outside in the street, huge crowds were already gathering, joking and laughing, and pushing to get the best places near the great black platform, where the rope hung ready for its morning's work.
The two oldest daughters could not bear to be poor, and they did nothing but whine and complain, but the youngest daughter, Beauty, simply hung up her fine dresses and went to work.