Eko Tales And Encounters (Lagos Stories)

Lagos, The home of the trenches and the Islanders.
The city built on water, but can’t quench its own thirst.

The “megacity” that houses the world’s largest floating slum, Makoko⁴

The city of the little boy emptying his bowels in the waste-filled gutter, under the eagle eyes of unconcerned passersby.

The abode of the iyalata , the pepper grinder, and the Baba eran at Mile 12, sharpening his knives ready to cut the toughest, the rawest meat. The playground of the okada driver, whose livelihood is currently under threat.

The home of the hawker, chasing cars with baskets of edibles and chilled sachet water wailing Omi tutu re.

The home of beggars, sitting on the pavement, with outstretched arms, awaiting manna from a wealthy man’s purse.

The city of the hustler, savouring the taste of ewa agoyin and agege bread with friends at the buka and laughing scornfully at poverty before trying okrika clothes from Tejuosho market (who designer epp)

Eko le leyi Eko oni baje.