Regardless of all the places I’ve been to around the world, nothing rings true for me better than Lagos does. It’s weird, call me razz/local or what you will it wouldn’t start a fight (I’ve made my peace with it). Maybe I enjoy sitting for hours in traffic, being able to buy a new wardrobe in said traffic, and being able to (almost) turn Police and LASTMA folk to roadkill (Another story for another day). The most unforgettable thing about Lagos has to be the public transport system. I mean where else can you find a ‘conductor’ wearing an helmet?
There’s nothing in this world that compares with the hope embedded in the heart of a Lagosian. Nothing.
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