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A very warm Saturday it was right around 4pm. I stopped by at iyana-paja bus stop in Lagos today (Saturday), sat in front of the mosque by the express. You'll wonder what I was doing there sitting right! Well I'll reveal that at the end of this letter.
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I watched everyone who passed by, oh I remember the not-to-old lady Hawking cold drinks. In her eyes I saw tiredness, that stress wasn't for her. She was about to take a sit, hearing "Pepsi" and immediately with a speed of lightning she moved towards the vehicle to sell.
I watched her very carefully, she ran like her life depended on it and yes it depended on it. She looked motherly and she deserves to eat or her family deserves to eat.
Right in front of where I sat there were cobblers sitting side by side communicating with so much laughter...
Right in front of where I sat there were cobblers sitting side by side communicating with so much laughter...
and joy. I wondered how could they still laugh under so much stress and bustle. The other Yoruba women on the left selling all sorts I couldn't remember to say, they were communicating with one another joyfully also. They didn't frown except for the agbéró collecting owó load...
from the buses, his face looked like a Dark-Post Malone with a small cigarette by his ear.
I could hear the car horns, loud traders, children cry and laughter, the conductors screaming at the top of their voices, the smell of weed and cigarette, smell of different meals and...
I could hear the car horns, loud traders, children cry and laughter, the conductors screaming at the top of their voices, the smell of weed and cigarette, smell of different meals and...
stinking gutter where I sat from. If only I had a camera I could take down all these actions in motion, clip them into images.
Today I saw bunch of survivals, living the life they can afford at their comfort, enjoying their unbalanced environment and I cherished life even more..
Today I saw bunch of survivals, living the life they can afford at their comfort, enjoying their unbalanced environment and I cherished life even more..
better than ever. Well the cobbler had finish sowing my nice sandal that almost got me walking with my bare legs and i was set to leave.
At that moment when everything occured, I placed my self in everyone of their shoes and I concluded I wouldn't even make it half way...
At that moment when everything occured, I placed my self in everyone of their shoes and I concluded I wouldn't even make it half way...
but I figured we survive by the conditions we live in or are born into.
