I’m basically living up to my instagram bio and becoming a lagos city girl and jumping bus from one place to the other in my short leather skirt,ankara jacket and my 26″ long Brazzillian hair *sigh* because 1)I don’t really have a choice
2) I can’t drive
3) I don’t own a car and
4) I can’t be handing my savings to any cab driver (wait, I don’t even have any savings).
I’m still trying to buy a car charger for my phone as seed to owning a car . Thankfully nigerians are extremely helpful in giving directions except for a few times where they give u the wrong direction but at those times its because they do not know any better and they really want to feel like they’re helping, it could also be due to a bit of communication problem but it’s nothing anybody who has decided to use public transport can’t handle.
So I went to see a play adapted from the London life, lagos living book by bobo omotayo at terraculture. . it was great except it costs almost the same as getting a new mac lipstick and I prefer a new mac lipstick, I’m sorry.
All in all it was a nice play and I laughed a lot through it and who doesn’t like laughing…. much love to the Oluwabeyonce’s of lagos and yeah welcome to lagos,concrete jungle where dreams are made of the streets would make you feel fairly used , no lights will inspire you. I feel like watching the play was a little more interesting than reading the book and honestly lagos and nigeria as a whole is a pretty difficult place to live in but its definitely also interesting.
Till the next time I do something remotely interesting *kisses* and yes Compliments of the season.