Welcome to Lagos: The Lagos Story.

Picture of downtown Lagos, Nigeria. Photo credit: Getty Images/iStockPhoto

Daddy had found his way back to Lagos, got reinstated at his parent company, and had set out to begin life anew.

We were all elated when he could finally get in touch with us and relayed this good news.

While at the village, without much of daddy around, I had blended in well with the village boys, and to get accepted as one of them, I soon started experimenting with alcohol, dried papaya leaves for a cigarette and soon graduated into trying out the big ‘M' marijuana.

There was this man name Oba, who was dreaded by all in the village due to his mental disposition and a short fuse. Oba had just come out from serving a long jail term for slaughtering and murdering his pregnant wife and unborn kid. He had been certified a persona no grata, obviously unbalanced mentally, but was very useful as a farm hand. He’d usually wake up every morning to sweep the entire lane adjoining his little but. Of all things wrong with “Oba jejeje”, he held sanitation I very high regards, a fact you would attest to upon stepping into his little abode, which no one dared do for obvious reasons. But I, and my playmate, Aigbi, would break this rule of dreading Oba by befriending him, and soon realized that we could actually have a sane conversation with this…