“There’s a ‘Look’ in this city. Do you notice?” She asks Him.

“A look to the city?” He is confused.

“No, no I mean a look IN the city. It’s a little…strange.” Pause. “I think it’s the men…there’s something about them, you know. Suddenly, they’re all vulture-bald and goatee’d. Leather sandaled and white kaftaned. Add some ethnic jewelry on the right wrist and voila, we christen another L.B.B!”

Unconfirmed reports have stated that the factory’s capacity is currently one (1) Lagos Big Boy per two (2) working days. With 2 manufactured a week, and over a million factories in the state alone, an epidemic is imminent. The pirates have gone on rampage, there are counterfeit L.B.B’s littering our streets. Gold-diggers, arm yourselves with discernment.

“Everyone looks the same.” Her.

“Welcome to Lagos.” Him.

(I found this old note I wrote about three years ago, when I first moved to Lagos. Still relevant?)