21st December

The misty air that came with 21st Decembers... The dust flushing out
our nostril system, the dry harmattan from sub-Sahara dessert yet,
Lagos was lively under extreme condition. Aromas from both religion,
the Christians and Muslims ...happy because the weren't any cause for
conflict... Neighborhoods were as peaceful as the could be till the
sun sets....



21st Decembers, the only holiday observed by mobsters, hoodlum, and
thieves( Both in the streets and public offices)....the day when the
riverine bunkers won't vandalize pipelines and spray bullets to the
wandering masses. The day the police gets the lowest revenue off
kickbacks and the day when electric supply was the fullest and be
probably Guinness.


The day when tenants won't get kicked out so early, the day when
paupers didn't sleep on buoyant mattress cause everywhere was flooded
on poor drainage system. The day husbands went back to their wives and
prostitutes went back to love ones.


Masquerade and superstitious images serenaded the streets like
Hell......Entertaining people and sometimes scourging them to the
pillar..... the victims smiled afterward ....most wistful
torture ....an oxymoron that will forever enslave parts of Africa till
illiterates let intellectuals into political power. This is culture for
an ethic group in Nigeria where I grew up......LAGOS