Toyosi of Nigeria PART 1

 

Ah, Nigeria! The country that, without fail, greets you with its distinct ambiance the moment your plane enters its airspace. For those uninitiated in the Nigerian airport experience, let me regale you with my latest adventure!

Firstly, a slight glitch: our plane descended at the local airport in Lagos rather than the international one. A slight hiccup in the grand tapestry of life – and my journey! Honestly, this should have been my first hint that this trip would be anything but ordinary.

As we disembarked, the weather smacked me right in the face: a balmy 28 degrees Celsius with humidity levels so high I imagined I could wring out the air. Combine that with the immediate heatwave that hits you upon exiting the plane, and you've got yourself an instant sauna.

Humm! and then there were the airport hustlers. Bless their persistent hearts. A word to the wise – if someone offers to help at Lagos airport, think twice. It’s like signing up for a subscription service you never knew you needed. And trust me, the only ‘unsubscribe’ button is your wallet.

Now, the journey started way before Lagos. Right from Atlanta, I had the pleasure of meeting a quintessential Nigerian uncle. Before we even crossed the Atlantic, he was already probing about my marital status. By hour three, I had received a PhD in Unsolicited Marriage Advice. A gentle reminder to anyone traveling to Nigeria: always have headphones. They're the universal sign for "I'm listening to music, not your life advice."

Once in Lagos, the city's legendary traffic was there to remind me that some things truly never change. Think of it as a slow-moving welcome parade, just with more honking and less confetti.

Of course, not all was chaos and cacophony. The trip's highlight was reuniting with my mum and aunty. Years apart melted away in the warmth of their embrace. Pure magic. Later, a jaunt to Ibadan brought more reunions with friends and cousins. Every hug was a testament to the bonds that distance and time can't break.

But before I sign off, a pro-tip: If a Nigerian aunt starts her sentence with, "let me advise you...," brace yourself. You're about to get a masterclass in life, love, and the intricacies of child-rearing – whether you asked for it or not.

Till next time, stay adventurous (and maybe bring those headphones)!

Cheers,

Oluwatoyosi of Nigeria