I live this life every day. Driving by Ahmadu Bello way, to and fro, is one of the heartbreaking experiences of living in Lagos – the commercial nerve centre of the country that is stuck in under-development and crass neglect.
It’s unrequited love that has drained my pocket, my joy and exhausted my belief.
Victoria Island and its faux bourgeoisie environs are the cream of the state, yet it is a slum (check out Lekki when it rains and beat your chest in anguish).
The roads are bad, the town is filthy and the drainages are not functional. So what do we have? An expensive ghetto, imagined to be as significant as Dubai, yet run like a red light district.