Disclaimer: The encounters may not be so great but Lagos is a great place. This post is not to bash Lagos and its people but simply to share some encounters I’ve had in Lagos especially as a sort of newbie.
NYSC was definitely an interesting year for me and the first time that I can say I truly experienced Lagos. I properly experienced Lagos transportation, dealt with agberos/area boys and went to the market randomly. From that year alone, I have a lot of stories.
NYSC will officially be over for me today. I’m ready to get my discharge certificate and get lost. Continue reading
Guest post! This will be more interesting to those who want to go to the Nigerian Law School, particularly those that studied in Nigerian universities. This is an account from my friend The Legal Hermit. He also has a blog which you can read here. His law school experience will be posted in segments.
This first segment is about the period leading up to his arrival at the Law School including the long journey he took to Abuja.
Hello! Part 1 is here if you haven’t read it.
The bus dropped us off at the local airport and for some reason I was thinking ‘Wow! I’m in Abuja’ until I remembered that it was the local airport and I was catching a domestic flight. The local airport was so disorganised. I waited a bit before someone helped me with my luggage and my ticket. He told me that he had helped me get an earlier flight and asked if there was anything I could give him. So far two people had helped me and had asked me for money. I told him I didn’t have any money left, which I didn’t, and thanked him for helping me. 2 minutes later, I realised that he hadn’t gotten me an earlier flight. My flight was early anyway. It just so happened that Lynxxx was at the airport.
I enjoyed my domestic flight much more than my international one. When I got to Abuja, I looked around. Abuja is a nice place but my first destination was the hospital for medical check up. Like a Londonah who had never been to a Nigerian hospital, I kept on running back and forth with the money to pay for the tests. Living in London with the NHS made me forget that I would have to pay. I was told by a staff member that I ate too much indomie because I have a stomach (it is small oh and it is not my fault).
Hello, I hope someone has missed me, lol!
If there are errors in this, I am sorry oh! Internet is not easy here, which I forgot funny enough, and I don’t have the power to reread this. It should be fine though.
I have made it. Since I got to Nigeria I have been running around looking for various things. If it wasn’t for the various blogs I read, some of which are in my previous post, I would have been lost with a few things especially the uniform. It is easier for boys. They don’t need to look far when it comes to what they have to wear: a simple suit, black, with a white shirt. They don’t even have to wear a blazer. Girls, however, skirts must not be above the knee and shouldn’t have slits no matter how small they are. Turns out we are allowed slits as long as they are not too long. I could not find a skirt when my sister and I went shopping. It was the day before I was meant to travel and I decided to look online. I tried Marks and Spencers and found a skirt but they weren’t able to deliver it to the nearest store so I could collect it before travelling. What saved me was Tesco. They have a clothing range called F&F. I went online and found a skirt. I ordered four whilst thanking God that I wasn’t going to have to run around and look for skirts in Nigeria. If you order by 3pm, I think, you can get what you ordered from Tesco Click and Collect after 4pm the next day. It wasn’t until I was sorting through the clothes I was going to take back that I realised that the skirt I wore to church could also be used. Turns out, after my worrying, slits are allowed as long as they are not too long. Continue reading