That we have a sense of self dignity and worth enough to think that our nakedness is something to be kept to ourselves or a select few… or for others a little more than a few is enough reason to be grateful for. Yes I know in your sane mind, it is only normal to wake up in the morning and wear clothes, or take your bath in the privacy a walled room affords you. It is normal that when you want to take a dump you go into that same walled room away from the rest of the world in the company of yourself only- my darling you do so because you still have a sense of self-worth and dignity and today, it is worth being grateful for.
Now this is not an article that details 1,000 reasons why we should be grateful- No, not at all, this post sprung out from a constant torture that Lagos mornings dishes out to me (well truthfully it was unsolicited initially, later on, I constantly sought to see what horrific sights each morning could possibly present). You see, when I moved into Lagos during my service year, based on my organization’s official opening time, (7:00 am) I had to be out of the house at about 4:30 -5 am in order to catch the staff bus. As you might expect, that time was too early to find bikes, cabs, or any other humans- except the ones that used to have their morning shower cloaked in darkness as I walked past them muttering the name of Jesus under my breath. It shocked me the first time but soon I realized that I was an intruder in these humans’ private time. For these ones, some level of dignity still played which made it imperative for them to wake up early enough to do their “thing” before the restless city awoke from her short nap.
Now imagine my utmost shock when I am presented with the sight of a full grown man and sometimes men having his/their bath/baths at some minutes past 6 just at the tail end of Marina road right under huge street lamps that shine as bright as the sun (and please don’t ask me what my eyes looked for there… my eyes found the sight.. countless times and it does not matter why I looked again and again and again). It was shocking! It still is shocking! What’s worse however is that along the curve from Ijora as one drives towards Carter Bridge around the ebutte-ero market, there always is an array of men sitting on the railings, doing their thing (yea that thing) into the already murky waters of Lagos!!! In the lighter hours morning too…. Usually past 6 a.m.!!! Sigh!!!!
What events could possibly happen to a human that would make them lose that need to hide certain very private, intimate, for-their-eyes-only, things and parts? How demeaning could life have treated these ones that they have been slapped out of decency and privacy and self?
It’s disheartening…… horrendous and disheartening…
Shocking too… Still Shocking!!!
Now not to spoil your day with my very dramatic and probably overly exaggerated description of a tiny-winky part of my often fabulous day, Lagos is indeed one-hell-of-a-place-to-live-in!!!!!
I must say that I am not sure I want to trade the drama and madness for anything else…. just yet
Do have a remarkable day filled with amazing mouth-opening, eye-ball-bulging sights!!!!!
With Much Love…
PS: I would love to hear all about the interesting sights you have seen!!!!
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