To Love and Loathe Lasgidi
I've spent 176 days of 2019 in Lagos, Nigeria. It wasn’t my first time there, but it was the longest I’ve ever stayed. Dichotomous scenarios exist side by side in Africa’s most populated city: it’s welcoming, aggressive, affluent, poor, pristine, dirty, modern, traditional…much like a lot of cities across the continent, I suppose. Lagos, Victoria Island, Landmark Beach. I mostly navigated the city in middle-class spaces: hotels, restaurants, clubs, malls, and apartments, mainly in Ikeja and Victoria Island. There, I’d be hanging out with other Lagosians who earn more than the N30 000 (just over R1200) minimum living wage. Our base was a hotel with a steady supply of electricity and water; the team had a driver and security guards who would shamelessly ask you to “bless them with something”, heavily guarded the MultiChoice, Ilupeju offices we worked from. A Danfo bus parked outside of MultiChoice offices, at No. 4 Industrial Street, Ilupeju. I got ...