It was a terrace in Lagos and a very hot, humid evening.
Easy to wonder why the amazing traffic and smiles went together in this crowded, noisy and fascinating concentration of living.
Surprisingly, as conditions were so difficult then, a tourist told me about his day and what he’d seen.
I just made sure the bathtub was full of water as I left in the morning, the water was not always running in the evening when I returned. A First Class Hotel is not the same thing everywhere.
It was business. As usual, for everyone who called the city home; as most unusual for me in a place that needed a month to understand even slightly. I had three days.
Three days I will always smile about, fondly, when the memory is relived..
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