So, I decided to escape the boredom of Abuja and find solace in Lagos. From everything I’ve seen on Nollywood films, Lagos was the place to be. So I made my way to Lagos. What they don’t tell you is that Lagos has a madness on its own and to survive, you must be possessed with such madness. One thing I’ve learned during my time in Nigeria is if you don’t know it, fake it until you do. This principle has worked quite well for me in the last two years but one place it cannot work for me is Lagos. In Lagos, you have to know how to fluidly switch from proper English, to pidgin English, to proper Yoruba. Now, the proper English I have down, even pidgin I can fake the funk but the problem comes when I have little to no understanding of Yoruba. Though I spent a year with some wonderful Yoruba ladies in law school, I never picked the language. And it’s not my fault, I’m old I can’t just be learning languages like that. I’m still trying to get my own native tongue down perfectly, abeg. ...
Stories about my experience in Nigeria