I've been here a solid
fortnight now, and the novelty still hasn't worn off (thank God). I'm enjoying
the work I'm involved with (of which I cannot divulge details of, due to
confidentiality clauses) and have somewhat acclimatised and got my bearings here.
Dress : H&M
This blog post idea
sparked after a scene I'd witnessed on the rough streets of Lagos yesterday. It
had been a very long day, but productive, day and I was heading home when a
fight broke out on the road. The yellow bus had broken down, and amidst attempts
of disgruntled passengers seeking a refund, an agboro (tout, pauper, you get
the picture) thought that was the best time to plug in his 2-cents. None were
too pleased by his appearance, and made no secret of it, but he persisted.
Traffic was held up as this young agboro beat his chest to the sound of his own
ignorant drum, until the male passengers had enough. They banished him from
whence he came, and after a toss and shuffle here & there, he retreated.
Except, seconds later, he returned with a bottle in hand and a renewed zeal! He
picked out the most decadently dressed male passenger as his 'victim', ang lunged. To his surprise, however, he soon discovered this dude was a Clark Kent
in his own right. He soon stripped to his shirt and unleashed the animal
within; bashing the poor sod to a pulp.
I, in no way, condone
barbaric acts such as this, but I saw this as a valuable lesson that should be
shared. So here are 3 key points I took from that incident:
- When in Rome, do as the Romans do. I keep schutm for fear of the discovery that I am a JJC (Translation: Freshie) & thus, will be exploited. I believe its essential that one blends in to their surrounding in order to truly survive. The suited man truly blended when he ripped off his blazer, taking the true form of the agboro, like his opponent.
- Never underestimate your opponent. I came here hoping to gain experience but half-expecting obstacles in the form of the flawed system in Nigeria, to stand in the way. Instead, what I am learning is how to work efficiently in spite of this. The agboro deliberately picked the suited dude out, thinking he was the easiest target, but was taught an invaluable lesson that one should never judge a book by its cover after being beaten black & blue.
- Tap into your basic instincts. I was appalled by the submission made by opposing counsel in a hearing that the only reason the adjudicator empathised with the petitioner, was because she was female. The disgust of the judge was apparent, and she soon shut down such a notion on the basis that she was human. In the short time I’ve been here, I've drafted, researched, reported, shadowed and advocated for marginalised women in Nigeria. You don’t need to be a lawyer to understand the basic principles of righting a wrong. Seeing these victims of discriminatory laws, barbaric practices and downright injustice, overcome is indescribable. The suited fella yesterday was just the same. He saw a young man, too big for his boots, getting tangled in grown-folk business of which he had no right to. He soon tapped into his most basic skill, and battled the lad (to the pleasure of his audience) for respect and justice.
Onyxsta
says...BLEURGH!! No parents. No rules. Just me, in the wild.
Lol,I feel bad for him
ReplyDeleteDon't bother, he honestly asked for it
DeleteWhat exactly is your position our there in Nigeria? How did you find the position and how is the BPTC useful there? Also, have you traveled around to other states, Port Harourt, Eleme, Kano etc? You should. Also, you present a very one dimensional version of Nigeria which highly contrasts the Victoria Island/Bella Naija image that many Nigerians wish to portray. In your first photo it looks like you are standing in a bush.
ReplyDeleteI hate to disappoint you, but I feel it right to inform you that I have a very one-dimensional view on the world. That so happens to be my point of view, and I am under no obligation to justify it.
DeleteThat being said, I appreciate the fact that you took the time to read my post. I do not intend to state where I work, as I believe it is important to keep my professional life private (as has been reiterated time & time again on my blog). I will, however, have you know that my work advocating on behalf of marginalised women (as is made abstractly clear in the post above, and the links to previous posts) is not a waste of my BPTC; postgraduate courses are meant to equip you with transferable skills that can be employed in any discipline or country. Further, it is not a role which requires me to fraternize with the affluent in Lagos. I am presenting my reality, and I'm sorry if it offends you, but I will have you know that it is indeed the minority who reside in air-conditioned homes on the Island. That 'bush' you refer to, is actually the backyard of someone's humble abode.
I do intend to travel, but not to the states listed. It may have skipped your attention, but I am Igbo and (for the sake of my parents' sanity), it would not be advisable for me to be tripping up North all willy-nilly.
Its funny how you draw meaning from an everyday event. I like your analogies and its good to get to see the side where the undergod rises. Sometimes people think the quiet ones can be messed with/ strampled on.
ReplyDeleteI have always been an over-thinker. When I was younger, I loathed that trait, but as I'm older now I can see the benefits of such a quality. Especially in the line of work I intend to practice.
DeleteEXACTLY!! Beware of the underdog for sure. Thanks for reading :)
*underdog*
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