11 Oct Babel
It’s been a long short time, but Luigi is forever in my mind.
Lagos oh what a city, Lagos the illusion of pretty, a place where the air is rank with madness, a place where most settlements are nothing more than an abyss.
From the insanity of drivers to the unnecessary persistence of traffic, it’s like a jungle sometimes how most of us keep from going under. A city which tests the limits of your mental, a city where everything is non-stop, I mean such a place should be deemed criminal.
The sea of human bodies, the closeness of family lodgings, this place reeks of an invisible tightness, a suffocation which is abstract. A place which has no respect for sleep, a hell which only has most people thinking of what next to eat.
Survival is the watchword, staying alive is all most people can think of, a Monday in Lagos can make you weak and my brother it’s just the start of the week. Churches and scriptures, Mosques and suras sometimes God is not enough in this place, a fallen kingdom with a deepness, a place where even mad people have nightmares about being sane, rather be mad and be oblivious to all this strife, then be present and drowning like a hot bowl of stripe.