cloudy

we were going to eat this, 1200naira. with some beer .

in a bar, where we were to eat the pepe soup.

the stage of that bar. with some loud music

pepe soup. three of us shared a fish.

me, with a beer at hand, sitting in the bar lounge. i always was hurried by my nigerian friends to go back to my accommodation before 9pm. they said it was not safe for me to go too late, and maybe they just did not want to escort me back too late. i would always ring my friend's phone after i arrived at my house. i liked waiting in darkness , 9pm or later, on a muddy rural empty road, for a bike, with my considerate but silent friend(s). it gave me a very exotic feeling.

sometimes i would drop by in this shop to buy some rice or garri for my friends as presents before i paid a visit to them.

the shop owner and me

weekend, paid a visit to another friend. he lived nearby. i walked to his village.

me and my friend

me in front of a house in the village

one of my friends helped me register the mtn sim card .

people beside the mtn roadside sale stall.

a bad security guy, he planned to rob me with his brother . but i escaped. one of the most impressive experiences i had in nigeria. from then on, i would never go to any newly-known friends' houses at night.

his house. a nightmare for me

following photos are my second journey to nigeria in 2015. i put them here together. hope enjoy.


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a serene pond near my accommodation, that was one of the highlights of my second journey to nigeria. eeriely stunning.

the road to the lake

fisherman

without the fog

in a construction site, with a foreman

rested my ass down in a chair , and listened to some music from radio continental

went to visit my friend on sunday , 60km away. i needed 3 tranfers ! crazy.

met my friend in his house. he was newly wed, and had a baby . how time flied.

his baby boy

my friend and his baby

the baby, sleeping

we then went to the familiar bar , to drink the hell out of us. i was drunk, very rare for me. i wallowed on the ground before an eatery, that is what i remember.

the bar owner. he was extremely welcoming me . a big smile on his face, although out of some reason you may not see it . just imagine. every time of revelry , i would spend 15000naira or more for two or three people. that was optimistic for him.

this time we had 4 people, two of my best buddies, and one impromptu. 2 more girls forced themselves to join in. i just said, well, if you drink, you pay. but my friends invited them, and then i paid . it was a disastrous racketing.

lots of selfie, close-up, stealth snap. they even took a photo of my playfully kissing one of my friends. i just totally had no memory of this and i waited 2 hours in the bar before we headed to eat something to placate our rioting stomachs . and then i stumbled on the bus home. i remember, i kept saying in yoruba "i am drunk" to the nigerian sitting next to me.

the self-invited drinking buddy with me

after 3 hours and 3 transfers, i finally arrived at my accommodation. it was the finale of the sunset. and i was more sober. what an intoxicating view and joy that afternoon.

a wholesale agent , an acquaintance. added him from facebook.