Finally here. I have been waiting, but now I don’t want to read it at all.
It just reminds me too much of that trip very much unlike all others.
Not that it’s special, the whole experience was just completely beyond my expectation.
How undeveloped the place is but how high the spirits of the people are.
How absurdities are twisted to make sense there.
The only time I bought nothing back home at all.
But in the end – I have high admiration for Lagosian women.
Their spirit was a huge lesson to me.
Feminism is well manifested there.
Now I get the answer of why there are so many black men
with Asian women in Hong Kong, but rarely black women with yellow men.
After all, your life depends on no one but on yourself, so does your homeland.
But it’s been a long time since I last read my own words on a magazine.
I guess I love what I do after all. Despite all odds and physical and mental challenges.
Filed under: My pieces., On cities & urban world., On Magazines. Tagged: city, feminism, Lagos, ming magazine, Nigeria