It was December 19, 2014 when I arrived here at Lagos. I’m
here because my husband works here. I am staying for quite some time with him.
Airport was non-air condition but organized from Immigration
up to luggage pick-up. However I was culture shocked when I got into the
airport because there were commotions from new arrivals and airport personnel. Then someone asked me what do I have for her.
I have food on hand (food from the plane). She didn't want it, she wants Naira.
Unfortunately I don’t have money with me. So I just went straight to the exit
door. And look for a familiar face... my husband.
My first observations of the place from the car: The weather
was humid. We walked all the way from the airport up to the parking lot with my
25lbs luggage. No adjustment for me on the climate. Traffic was heavy and no
differences on houses and establishments. I found interesting carpets, nice colors
and maybe nice materials. Lots of bags, shoes and fruits stores. Taxis, Buses
and TukTuk were their mode of transportation. I saw lots of bank building and
establishments on the road. There usual clothes were semi-formal to formal even
though it was hot. And I saw local who wore colorful clothes. I don’t know yet
what they call it. And one prominent caught my attention was how they carry
their child. They carry them on their back with cloth holding the kid stable.
More days for me to learn the culture and place I
was set foot on.
