Living in Lagos has taken me out of my comfort zone.
I take buses and go long distances:
So I take buses and kekes and I ask for directions in the middle of the road.
I’ve gotten lost once or twice,
Or many times.
And I don’t like going out.
Once I was going to see a friend.
I got so lost I thought I would get kidnapped.
But I like the thrill that comes with getting where I am going.
Like last Monday I had a test for a job.
I asked for directions:
From my house to a place
To a place
To a bus where no one knew where I was going
A woman outside the bus stop who knew.
Yesterday I shocked myself
I took a bus from the Airport in Lagos to a place
Then a place
Then a place, then walked under the rain to my house.
Then I was so happy
Only to get home and get locked out for hours
Cause no one was there
So the heat from my body dried my wet clothes
But when I got in I
I warmed beans and stew and chicken
I fried plantain, toasted bread, made tea
I ate and I was happy in the end.
I have learnt that many people are kind because deep down they are like you.
I have learnt that home is not always where your heart is, but where the food is.
I have learnt that life is an adventure, and an adventure is any thing you go on that takes you somewhere you’ve never been before.