Last Friday was Afropolitan Vibes and it was lit!
We had a throwback to when most of us were in secondary school. Styl-plus (more like styl-minus) Tunde has left the group. So it was only Shifi and Zeal (ha, Zeal is still so cute o).
Well, they performed and we sang along at the top of our voices.
Dede Mabiaku, who rolled with Fela came on stage to remind us of some vital truths. Age did nothing to his voice, still so golden.
M.I was next, and well, he did his magic. It was really lit. I stayed back afterwards to let the traffic flow before going home. I was catching up with my friends. We were all standing on the field talking and stuff and after a while a group of boys walked in.
No, it is not what you are thinking. These were young teenage boys. They walked across the field, picking up plastic plates, opening them to check for food. When they found a plate with food one of us had thrown away. They beamed. They bit into pieces of chicken, blew sand off slices of fried yam, picked up those red plastic cups, maybe to sell. It was such a heart breaking thing to watch. I was one of those who didn’t finish their food and threw it away, without a single thought.
In the estate where one of my friend lives, some men broke in at night. They stole gas cylinders, shoes left outside and bicycles. Someone saw them and started shouting ole! Ole!! The estate have their own security unit- some soldiers and mobile police. They chased the thieves. Shot at them. Arrests were made.
Now, the shanty community behind the estate is going to be destroyed. Residents of the estate were satisfied. They made plans to raise the fence, and electrify the barbed wires.
During the week, I was trying to get into a mall but there was so much traffic on the road to the mall so I decided to get out of the cab and walk the short distance to the mall. When I got to the gate I met what was causing the traffic. It went like this…
Security: Oga please, you can’t park here (at the entrance) Please drive inside to the parking lot
Oga: Wetin you dey talk? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? (inserts* old rich Lagos family name). Who sell land for una? I go park anywhere I like!
Security: Oga please, people need to enter
Oga: Turns his face the other way, continues ignoring security man.
And so the traffic continued to build up, horns continued blaring.
My colleague prefers to enter private cars to work. The owners pick up passengers going their way, and collect fares, sometimes cheaper than danfos and it is more comfortable for the passengers so it is a win win situation. So my colleague entered one. When she got to her bus stop, driver refused to collect the normal fare so an argument ensued.
She: Oga this is the correct amount, please give me my change.
Oga: Don’t talk to me anyhow, you bloody civilian.
Then he raised his voice. Insulted her, called her ugly. Still didn’t give her the change.
Living in Lagos is an extreme sport. Emotionally and physically.
Fellow Lagosians, how did Lagos treat you this week?
