I need Lagosians to get off their high horses
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I hollered when my friend asked this. Literally screamed!!!
For context, I was having a regular conversation with a friend about a trip to Ibadan we had planned and somehow, I brought up the idea of going to a club there. Tell me why this babe asked that and even went ahead to ask this…
While all of this is playful banter (no offense to my Ibadan peeps), I couldn’t help but wonder why many lagosians tend to look down on other states.
As someone who was born and brought up in Lagos, I’ve never quite understood the fascination and reverence attached to the name ‘Lagos.’ Even when we visited the village as kids, the villagers looked at us like we were newly descended angels whose hands and feet has never known hard work.
“How do you expect them to speak their language? They’re from Lagos”
“Can you hold this cutlass? Don’t injure yourself o, Omo Ekó”
To be honest, it felt good to be treated like that. But as an older person, it all feels so cringe. I mean, is it not the Lagos I grew up? With the stinking gutters, the ever-angry people, the annoying traffic and ingratiating noise? Or is there another Lagos I know about?
Just recently, a random dude replied to my story on Snapchat. After the regular pleasantries, he asked where I stayed and I said, ‘Abeokuta.’ This guy opened the message and never replied. That was it. He just stopped texting immediately I mentioned staying in Abeokuta. Less than 20 minutes later, the razz fool had unfriended me!
It was so funny yet annoying at the same time.
Same way I get very annoyed when people ask why I decided to live in Abeokuta after service instead of coming back to Lagos. You want to know why? I think Lagos is overrated and full of bullshit. All that faux display of luxury with overpriced restaurants, apartments and saloons? I see through all of it. And quite frankly, I’m not impressed.
The place is dirty. It is insanely hot from overcrowding and it stinks terribly. You’d think with the number of baddies and trust fund kids we have in the state, they would come together and donate mass diffusers at every junction in the state.
But no.
Everyone is suffering and smiling because they can afford to take aesthetic pictures at Slice and party all night at Zaza. And yes, I’m the biggest hater if that is about to your line of defense.
Land of opportunity but you spend all your life withering away in traffic while the opportunities you supposedly came for are delivered expressly to nepo babies with the right connections.
Dear Lagosian, na life you dey live so?
For real though, I need Lagosians to get off their high horses. For a state living on past glory, fake PR along with a cacophony of broken people walking around, y’all sure do have a lot of nerves.
Again, I’m a big hater and I’m not ashamed to admit that. And yes, this is a diss.
Now that I’ve said all this…
It would be a shame to find that the clubs in Ibadan are sub-par. Please recommend nice ones you know. Do not let my enemies laugh at me 😭
Before I go, I’ve decided to do this thing where I share the song I’m currently obsessing over with you. For this week, I’ve had Palava by Johnny Drille on REPEAT!! That’s how beautiful it is. Different from his usual sound, but JD always drops gems so I’m sure you’ll love this too 🫶🏽
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