So here are my observations about this place
The language is spoken loudly and aggressively. You just have to shout. Pidgin English is spoken even by office staff when they are conversing with each other. It can barely be understood.
The food is whack! How they mix fish with other meat and put it in green veggies is off and to make matters worse, it tastes smoky and has too much chilli. The KFC junk food was delightful though. Oh and their fruits and veggies somehow seem to have more taste.
The driving just as in Kenya is fast and aggressive. Though i must admit that compared to Nairobi Matatus, its pretty timid.
Lagos is full of houses. So many houses, further than you can see. So many people live here. This was among the first observations i made from above. Wow! They dont joke when they say the population here is crazy.
And the cars!! Dont get me started! The cars are left hand drive and so are the roads. The most amazing thing is that vehicles are generally big and shiny and the latest model. I am yet to see a Vitz, IST or Demio. This is the land of Camry, Corolla, Hyundai, Honda etc and if you’re in Kenya, i kid you not, you are yet to see the models driven here.
The people seem more hospitable. They take their time to greet you properly. “How are you today?” “Did you sleep well?” “Is this your first time here” etc etc, they generally take the time to make polite conversation.
Ladies sell unbranded, unwrapped bread on the streets. They have a bunch of loaves in clear bags and people simply come up and buy and its wrapped in black bags. Very very odd.
The people seem healthy. This is not a poor country.I am yet to see a skinny Nigerian.
Football is an obssession, but that seems to be the order of the day everywhere.
Am in a hotel room that is just lovely and is bigger than my house back home. New challenge. Move and redecorate. This comfort is not hard to achieve if i put my mind to it. Now that i’ve tasted this life, i can’t go back.
Lastly, the weather is warm and humid. I actually prefer this to Mombasa, for some reason its a bit more bearable.
Ha ha…and because am me…today i laid my eyes on a true fine-ass Nigerian brother. He looked like he walked out of a romance movie. So handsome. If only he hadn’t kept prattling on about how his kids had inconvenienced his football watching, i may have managed to form a steamy fantasy.
Thats all…later
Megs' 