Exploring The Human Element with Nnamdi Nwaokocha.
- Diarmund Mcdonald
It’s Thursday evening, and I am sitting with Nnamdi on the faux-leather sofas that protrude at odd angles from the walls of the small city flat that we share. The floor shudders against my feet from the daily heavy metal fest emanating from the flat below. Nnamdi, dressed in suit trousers and a smart jumper, reclines on the sofa as he loosens his tie with one hand while nursing a cup of tea in the other. He’s just gotten in from work and has reluctantly agreed to an interview on the condition that I “don’t make him sound like a dick”. It’s raining outside and all the photographers in Manchester are indoors, taking pictures of raindrops against their windows