LamikayTy

Its truly amazing that will alll the articles i’ve been churning out (in my head, ) I have not found the time to put anything down in about 2months.
Once this blog seemed to keep me ‘awake’, now I’m sleeping and even dreaming…….
Lemme see, I sort of made a resolution not to write anything negative about Nigeria but in saying things as they are in Naija , there is no way negatives won’t come in unless one resolves to be an Ostrich hiding its head in the sand or a politician in Aso Rock who does not believe there is hunger in the land simply because there is more than enough on his table.
Yep, in summary I’ll keep talking about my dear country. As I do not believe that talking resolves any problems, I hope that my talking does not just remain talk but propels and pushes and turns this nation around. Of course I agree there are a lot of ‘good’ things which abound in our nation. I will mention a lot of those too but I refuse to be like the towns people who refused to see a naked emperor, I want to be like the little child who saw things as they were!!! Forgive my ramblings, I guess i’m trying to put my thots together.
More ramblings however, In December I travelled to Calabar and like the Bible says, I had heard with the hearing of my ears, now my eyes see…
I saw a different Nigeria. Clean! Organised! Ordered! I was most impressed. My husband and I bought a GIGANTIC bunch of bananas for 100naira- I am sure it would have cost more than double that amount in Lagos where I was coming from.
We saw the signboard and road leading to Tinapa and I continue to be most impressed with the giant strides taken by the governor of the state. When I was there, I was proud to say I was Nigerian…. We have brains and we use them, we are an industrious people and we can apply ourselves to moving forward, that was one lesson I took with me.
Back to Lagos, I have become an Okada freak. Yeah, taking motorcycles everywhere. Its dangerous and I got to know how much when I jumped off a bike as it hit a pile of dirt by the side of the road this morning. I thanked God that I did not loose any limbs. Truly it was God, cos if it was going any faster I would have ended up in the gutter with God knows how many injuries.
This is my confession, I love bikes (okadas), they are not held up by Lagos’ ubiquitous go-slows, you feel the wind rush past you as you hold on (sometimes ) to the seat and speed past big cars and trucks, lorries and other bikes. Its an adventure and one way I can live out my ‘childish’ instincts without anyone saying ‘Don’t you know you are grown-up? and married too ?’
Most mornings as I jump on a bike, I like to think that this is one of the wild things I can still do… Mornings when I’m running late i simply say ‘sauri , sauri’ to the Hausa bike man or simply ignore the bike man as he does what i call ’44o!’. I tried once to read the speedometer on one bike, it was on 20! It wasnt working!!!! I laughed at myself and enjoyed the ride….

Emmm…pls dont tell my anyone I wrote this article !!

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