A TYPICAL DAY IN LAG
For anyone who was born in Nigeria and lives in Lagos (and when I say live in Lagos, I mean you’ve experienced the real intricacies of Lagos. I'm not talking about those who view Lagos through tinted glass… you know yourselves) as I was saying jare, you would know and feel what I’m talking about. A typical day here starts by 5:30 a.m. with a loud noise coming through your window, properly delivered by our neighbourhood volunteer speakers. Somedays it makes me wonder, I hope God is wearing earplugs, because I don’t want to question Him one day about unanswered prayers and then hear something like: “You have to shout really loud these days. I can barely hear you since I now wear a hearing aid, thanks to the too-loud prayers from your brothers... perhaps.” Then, you have to deal with the long queue of people before you even get the chance to bathe (for those who live in face-me-I-face-you apartments). And right after that comes the funniest part, transportation. At this point, everybo...
