Lagos, 2 March Tuesday/Wednesday Midnight
Before reaching Lagos we passed true Tripoli. This guy on the photo called me the son of Bob Marley and wanted to snap a pic with I:
We arrived at Lagos Airport at 23.45. In my opinion it was better to arrive now, because it was not that crowdie. Last year when I flew to Port Harcourt with my senior brother Charles. This was different. It was very crowdie and it took us up to 1,5 hours to check out and get out of the Airport. Here in Lagos things were different. Idi, my brother’ close friend arranged a special treatment for my mother and I. He paid the Airport staff extra money. By doing this there was someone awaiting us after checking out. He was holding a name tag with ‘Theophilus’ written on it. This person helped us finding our luggage and carrying it. With this young man the Customs didn’t give us big trouble passing. Outside Idi was waiting for us with a personal security guy and taxi man. Walking outside I heard people calling me. ‘Rasta, Rasta spirit man’, ‘Welcome my brother and Bless you’. In 40 minutes we were checked out and in the taxi, on our way to the hotel.
The road we took to the hotel was a long one. We took the high way because of safety reasons. Gangs are operating this time of the day. They harass people because there are no police or military guarding the city/roads. Normally it would take us 15 minutes to reach the hotel. Now it took us 30 minutes to get there. But it was all good, because I had the most precious person with I. Nane, my mother.