Like tender, unfettered, unruly vines, the roads creep everywhere. In Lagos, this city of hope and dreams; forget Hollywood, this is where real hustlers come to make it. One could argue that if you can make it in Lagos you could make it anywhere. A mega city that doesn't really know how many inhabitants it has, only that more come to stay everyday than those who leave. Its years behind on its infrastructure program thanks to the lost years of military rule (thanks to the gap toothed Maradona and the Forever Shaded One). Still like the irrepressible inhabitants of this great city, the state soldiers on.
Recently I have noticed quite a few road projects all over the city. Unheralded and unseen, these roads are springing up in mud tracked suburbs, with drains and the ubiquitous interlocking stone tiles that turn uneven paths into vibrating lanes in a jiffy.
There are few state governments that are as organised or as far reaching or as sophisticated as Eko of oni baje fame. Its just a pleasure to see steady tangible progress, like spring after a long hard winter with the rugged terrain littered with fresh buds and sprouting shrubs. So today, no whinging, no complaints, no angst. Just want to thank God for these small mercies and that he has given us some leaders who have some care for those they govern.
Well, enough about us. So how was your day?
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