Wed 22/09/04
Late...r
Back in the armchair... movie back on mute... headphones back on full decibels... glass full of gin & bitter lemon. Ok Computer... how the fuck did Cornershop ever deserve the "single of the year" award, over Radiohead's "Paranoid Android"? I guess it's the same evil force that's putting an annual Nigerian salary into my bank account every week. Logic tells me to be grateful... shut the fuck up and enjoy the spoils. Spiritually I'm not so ok with it all.
I don't feel ok when I drive past the beggars every day. The beggars, who extend their arms in hope of surviving another day on the filthy streets of Lagos. I'm not ok when I see new corporate buildings being erected before the roads have been repaired, or even slightly mended. I'm not ok with the fact there is a "bank" on every street corner, offering "negotiable" interest rates! I'm not ok with the lack of sanitation or general lack of respect for environmental effects of shameless littering. I'm not ok with not having spotted more than a handful of rubbish bins (not counting the "collection points" in the middle of the streets). And strangely, I feel downright uncomfortable that in a poor and overcrowded place like this, nobody has opted for cycling as a means of transportation!
Well, your description reminds us life is an inevitable system of paradox. You write you are not ok but that is a state of the mind. Test your nerves emerge in flying colours. Actually you are doing so and doing the same well. Congrats! Take care and keep writing ... for our reading.
I think it is good to know that there exist other places beside your nice and warm living place. Now, at least, you will appreciate what you have...
I am fine, as fine as I can be. Someone else... I don't know, I know nothing, she wasn't online for some time...