As I sit here in Murtala Mohammed Airport Lagos, waiting a gruesome four hours for my boarding time to come (thanks to over-factoring in the Lagos Traffic), I can't help but reflect on the most memorable moments of my eighty three-ish days in Nigeria. Was it worth it? Most of the time it was, but there were definitely some meh days. Somewhere around day 60 of 83, I started getting tired of everything. I got frustrated with the amount of time being in traffic wasted, frustrated with how many hours in the day I lost because I had to factor in the security of travelling in dark hours and then there was the need to wait on someone to take me out because going out and looking like a clueless "I just got back" wasn't really an option ... there are plenty people out to milk you. Yes this picture again... Nike Art Gallery is such a beautiful place. Some of my aunties and I in my late great-grandma's living room. Moneywise , I didn't spend a lot....
Musings on Life, Love, and Everything in between