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Lagos is known as the city that never sleeps. The day to day hustle and bustle of Lagos reflects strongly in the driving. You are the only one whose time matters on the road. No one else's time has any value to you. I have been told that if you can master driving in Lagos, you can drive anywhere in the world. Yellow buses and kekes. The first piece of advice I received when I arrived in Lagos is not to pick a fight with the infamous yellow buses and the three-wheeled kekes. They believe they are immortal. No fear. Let them have their way because they think they own the road. They pull off to the side of the road without warning, drop off passangers, and continue to merge with oncoming traffic as if no one else could possibly be driving on the road. But, rumor has it that the current governor of Lagos State has a masterplan to get rid of the yellow buses. Lanes. Lanes mean nothing in Lagos. Wherever your car is, that is the lane. You define the lane. The lane does
I came to visit a family in Mararaba, Nigeria who are missionaries in Sierra Leone working with the CRC Church. They quickly became family to me while we were in Sierra Leone. When I arrived in their hometown, I asked them if they had ever climbed the hill behind their house. After telling me they had never climbed it, we decided this must be accomplished before I left. While hiking, I was thinking about how different my own experiences hiking in the U.S have been to hiking in Nigeria and Sierra Leone so I thought I would share them with you. Getting Ready to Hike: When we go hiking in the U.S, we like to have our name brand hiking clothes: Patagonia, Keen, Camelback, etc. We like to wear special lightweight clothes that dry quickly and wear hiking boots that weigh too much you can barely lift your foot. Your feet produce a horrible smell after a long hike and your hiking boots have to be kept outside because of the stench. Here, you go hiking with flip-flops. T
Driving in Lagos brings on mixed emotions. Sometimes gratefulness when I can enjoy AC on a hot day. Sometimes anger, when the yellow buses continue to cut you off intentionally. Sometimes fear, when you get a flat tire on an unknown road. Sometimes confusion, when you sit in standstill traffic for over three hours when your conscience didn't allow you to follow all the other vehicles that were going the wrong way on a one way to avoid the standstill. Sometimes laughter, when you get stopped three times by Police/Road Safety on your way to your in-laws house. On New Year's day, Dami and I were driving to his parents' house, which is about 24 miles from where we live. However, it can sometimes take more than three hours to get there because the road is not good. As we took a small detour to buy bread to make shawarmas along the way, we got stopped by the police. Dami was the one driving, but the police proceeded to come and talk to me. After greeting, they now a
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