Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Wild Wild West (Nigeria 2012)

When we found out that it costs about R8k to get a visa for Nigeria, we decided that it's waaay too much and we'd take taxis (the ECOWAS region isn't too strict about passports as members of the region can pass through each country with ease). That's how we got to see Togo and Benin. A 15 hour roadtrip through West Africa. Our driver was a short, tiny man but he had a huge presence. One of those 'Don't mess with me' types who's very street wise. The first shock came when we left Accra, he started with a prayer for us all to have a safe journey. Then when we stopped at the Togo/Benin border some of the guys on the taxi with us bought yam and giblets. Then they offered us some as we continued to drive, that was cool. They also had wine but we gently declined the offer to sip. At some point I lost count of the number of bribes that had to be paid along the way, and there was a point where a guard/cop/soldier came into the bus and was asking people lots of questions and even accused this one guy who had a laptop of internet fraud, but our driver handled it, so in the end we made it!


There's no place on earth like Nigeria! I cannot begin to describe the intensity of everything there. Someone once said that Lagos is an insult to your senses, everything you see, taste, touch, smell is overwhelming! That's a bit dramatic, to me the place was just blissful chaos and intoxicating energy. From when we first arrived, spending 3 hours in traffic on a Friday night, seeing huge crowds of people in the middle of the night just going about their business like it's daytime, it was definitely the experience of a life-time!

Yet for me, the richest part of my time in Lagos was the conversations we had with my friend Omoh. Being stuck in all that traffic gave us a lot of time to talk, and talk we did. Surprisingly enough, we both come from countries which are notorious for something (Corruption in Nigeria and Crime in SA). I realised that to a certain extent, we constantly have to keep apologising for the things our countrymen often do. I was shocked to hear of how Omoh on one of his visits to SA was confronted at the airport with a woman who stamped his Visa and said: 'It's valid for 3 months, now don't stay here for 3 years!' OMW! I was touched to hear that. Then, as if that wasn't enough, when he went outside the airport, he met a policeman who wanted a R100 bribe and said if he didn't pay it he'd be arrested. When I heard that, I was dumbfounded, totally speechless... But my friend took it all in his stride... He says the one thing that changed his mind about South Africans was when one of our common friends invited him to stay at his house, he hadn't expected the hospitality and has since seen that not all of us are rude/corrupt. I was proud to hear that we still have good advocates for South Africa and even more that not all of us see someone from the continent and automatically judge them.


The other interesting part of our conversation was how ingrained corruption is in Nigeria. Omoh mentioned that people see top officials taking from the people and not being punished so the average man on the street realises that he also should make a quick buck where he can.  A few WoW moments for me included hearing that Nigeria has got over 100 TV stations, 36 provinces and Nollywood is really making an impact on the world's stage! We passed this huge building and that's apparently one of the Castles for one of the Kings. The place was beautiful and looked bigger than the white house.


Then I saw something I've never seen in SA, a drive-through ATM! The mall was also pretty cool, it felt just like being in Sandton/Menlyn. Omoh had to get me medication for my flu (which was just ruining the experience for me) and then we went to Open Mic at Rodizzios. The club was nice and chilled, with musicians, comedians and even a ventroluquist (hope I spelt that right). Then the MC decides to walk straight to our table and ask me: 'Where are you from?' I was shocked, didn't think I stuck out that much but clearly I did. Then he asked me to tell him how to say 'I love you' in Afrikaans, OMW! But all in all, it was a great evening!




The first night we went to this club on Victoria Island which is where we stayed, ah-mazing! Very posh, similar to Taboo in Sandton, yet around 2, a guy came and was walking around playing a drum along with the songs, *Priceless!*

Our friends in Lagos made us feel really welcome, and their hospitality was absolutely amazing. I can now share with my fellow S.Africans that not all people from Nigeria are the same, just like not all South Africans are xenophobic. It felt good to spend a weekend with young people who are so far from home but quite similar to us, what binds us is definitely greater than what separates us.

I remember seeing a lady with a t-shirt written: I've Been Naija'd. That's definitely me! I loved Lagos and the next time I go I'd love to spend more time and see more of the sites.

 

You Never Know...



You never know when someone
might catch a dream from you.

 Or something you say may open up the windows
of a mind that seeks light;

 The way you live may not matter at all,
But you never know, it might.

And just in case it could be
that another's life, through you,

 might possibly change for the better
with a better and brighter view,

It seems it might be worth a try
at pointing the way to the right;

 Of course, it may not matter at all,
but then again, it might.
-unknown