Lagos State...

Lasgidi as i fondly call it,a city where everything you want is a stone throw away from you... Yesterday afternoon i was in traffic and these street hawkers began to harass me like i owed them salary and when they got tired they left but one persisted on selling one of his wrist watches to me...but really what i wanted was the Season Three of Merlin, as i have been so caught up with work and some clients lately that i have not had time for the television set or any television program (except for Nickelodeon and Kids Co... that's all my babies would let mama watch) or the cinema (partially because the one person i love to do that with has been out of time for weeks unending) anyway this guy was seriously bugging me for the watch and i guess it was because i was lost in thought about someone that i kept staring at the wrist watch (am sure that made him think i was really interested) so this dude looks into my handbag which was beside me and was obviously open (because i was alone in the car) and he saw my Chloe Glass case and he says 'Aunty, u wan buy sunglasses", still lost in thoughts, i didnt say a word to him and he looked left,looked right,and looked left and right again and i became startled, like what is he about to do? and the young man reached into his pocket and i began to wonder within myself, what kind of sunglasses would fit into his already tight blue almost turned white jeans (maybe from bleach or from washing, i really couldn't tell which though) and brought out a Nokia N97 and a Blackberry Bold2 and immediately i jerked as i regained conciousness... my mouth dropped open immediately and he dipped it back into his pocket like someone was after him and he began to ask me if i wanted anyone (my mouth was still wide open from the shock) and the young man said to me 'Aunty abeg close your mouth before fly go enter am, this one wey you they do like person wey never see Blackberry before'... i laughed really hard and the dude left and disappeared...i just couldn't shake the thought off my head as i wondered how many phones people buy off the streets and how they rob people...Lagos City, city of hustlers...

Lagos the home land of all, a land where all can happily survive either by pocket picking, bag snatching or defraud someone (419)..a place were aje-butters can't survive on the streets, a city where everyone is in a hurry to get to the next location, a city where you can hardly make out the words that the conductor is screaming at the top of his lungs, a city where 24/7 there is traffic at all nooks and cranny and the only way to get by is monitor the traffic schedule and try to beat it... a city where the BRT buses are not taken for granted as people queue up and stand endlessly for one to come, a city where the Danfoe bus can never stop for its passenger to come down, you must master the skills of jumping down while the bus is still in motion and risk tearing your skin or your clothe., a city where everyone sees the next person as a potential 419ner... a city where the conductor is screaming at you and trying to dupe you of your rightful change and yet baptizing you with his mucus infested saliva...

Lagidi a city where the players know how to play well, a city where the party starts and begins, a city for only the hustlers, who hustle right and play big, a city for the finest things, a city where people come and fit in instantly, a city with great restaurant for people with appetite, a city with good and strong memories...lol, i love lasgidi, i love Lagos State...

Lagos State aka Lasgidi for the players, Eko Oni Baje for the elders...