Lagos is a coin. Two faced. Good and bad. Sane and insane. Beautiful and ugly. Words and antonyms.
If you flip one side, you see Lagos as a man’s land.
Then, you flip the other side and you see Lagos as no man’s land: spirits, animals, ghosts and humans live here.
That is why in Lagos, you don’t even fight publicly or privately. As much as you can, run away from fights. There are some mad people looking for people to disorganize or worse, kill.
My mother told a tale of a man who died because of N10 change he was haranguing a conductor for. She told me this tale while insisting that, “Don’t fight for rights inside bus. I know you like fighting for rights. It’s small money. Leave it for them ooo.”
N10! Ha! May we not die because of N10, mbok (amen?) Continue reading