Lagos Chronicles 1
Longest time... I missed this space.
How has life been? I honestly would love to know if you're willing to share.
When I move from one geographical space to another, I usually shy away until I feel comfortable enough...
My Lagos Chronicles..
As a child in primary school, I picked up a song from only God knows where and it formed a vivid image or picture of Lagos that could only be described with a word...CHAOS!
Here's the song... a good number of you may know it.
"Lagos I don come o, I dey hear your stories before.
Lagos I don come o, as I see e get as e be.
As I reach the bustop people just full like market.
Some dey struggle to go in
Some dey struggle to go out
Some people jump through the window.
Lagos I don come o, I dey hear your stories before."
Before now, I have never really lived in Lagos. Visited a lot of places but all very short visits and purposeful.
The things I see daily and hear daily makes my fingers itch to write. Lagos is the city of the wealthy and the the poor all commuting mostly in exact same traffic. Traffic has a way of humbling us all and reminding us that last last we are all one 😂😂😂.
Lagos is a city where one second you think you're no longer in Nigeria and just a few minutes later you wonder when you got to a "gbene" aka fishing port 😂.
Walk into some institutions and you wonder if the Nigerians are different from the breed right outside the doors... 😂
Yesterday, in my hunt for a place of worship... My uncle invited me to his church and I decided to go worship with him.
That story has to be a post on it's own.
Lagos true true I don come... I dey hear your stories before.
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Lagos indeed is a country on it's own. Nice write up Temi
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