My Worst Experience In Lagos I will Never Forget In a hurry
Arriving in Lagos for the First Time Lagos is one of those cities that leaves a permanent mark on anyone who visits. I’ve had many Lagos moments, but my very first experience around 2002–2003 is one I will never forget in a hurry. My partner at the time had just arrived in Nigeria from Italy. As usual, he insisted I come to Lagos to receive him at the airport before we continued to Port Harcourt, where we lived. He landed before 10 p.m., and from the airport we headed straight to our hotel on Femi Pearse Street in Victoria Island, off Adeola Odeku. A Late‑Night Search for Pepper Soup Not long after settling in, he said he wanted fish pepper soup. The hotel staff directed us to the old Kuramo Beach — long before it became the modern Eko Atlantic. The moment we arrived, I was already complaining about how rough the environment looked. We had barely sat down when suddenly people started running. And not small running — serious running. Before we could even ask questions, we joined them. ...