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the big boulder

olumo rock, entrance

the lake at night

found an ant-mound behind my accommodation. that was my hideout forest. the hole large as my phone

the woman selling this fruit stopt me from taking a photo. i had no idea why.

the motorbike drivers, one of them worked as my employee before.

the security youth. i gave him a pair of sandals before i left . just to lessen the weight of my luggage. no much fun around this rural area. sometimes at night i would walk to the front gate and had a chat with the security there.

me, the woman and her mother who sold the food at the other side of the road. i often ate there.

me with a construction worker.

the natural environ was great , with many unique trees

had my lunch with my friend. the food not as greasy and chunky as that in or around lagos. this time i stayed in a small town between ibadan and lagos. rural area.

the quiet quarter of my accommodation. the entrance road

sango, the intersection of lagos. i liked the dizziness i gave me. the transport, the people, the shops, everything so chaotic.

a cake. in my country, this will be no more than 750naira. because there were nearly no customers in shoprite..it can not win profit by mass customers , it has to resort to high price.

browsing in the shoprite. it was not "budget". everything was as pricey as developed countries, or even more expensive, while the quality or the quantity was half. that means, everything, especially food, is outright more costly than that in even the developed countries.

took a photo with my driver. big guy, a head over me.

buy a new mtn card in ibadan . passport needed in the registration.

my favorite channels.

smoked fish, snack for me

he danced to the music from my phone

little kids cracking nuts

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

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.

the self-invited drinking buddy with me

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.

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.

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.

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 baby, sleeping

my friend and his baby

his baby boy

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

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