Alternate Vision

Feeling marginally better today. I have realised that going out for a couple of hours increases my appetite immensely and the profuse sweating helps rid the body of any illness or sluggishness. Drank some coconut water while watching the vegetable vendor splash dirty water on the lebanese girl. She stood there helpless, almost in tears. The vendor later claimed that he intended for the splash to target Steven and co. I doubt so.
Lekki Market is THE place to shop for handicrafts and traditional African ethnicwear. Jesse has the ability of almost tripling the price of any item at the market. So when I am with him, I start haggling at 1/10th the price. That normally seems to work.
I watched Mr. and Mrs. Iyer this afternoon. It is anything but cheesy, and throws unique light on the world of hinu-muslim communal riots in India. A must watch if your into independent films.
Here's another poem by Habila:

The Knockers

At Marylan a man knocks on a church door,
Furtive, a penitent sinner perhaps, seeking absolution;
A lady in evening dress and red lipstick
Stands before a back door in Ikeja, knocking;
A wayward wife keeping a tryst with her lover,
Or a prodigal wife, returned, seeking readmission
Under a VACANCY FOR THREE
A thousand men stand, knocking on the
Iron gate of their aspiration. Don't call us. We will call you.
Okigbo once stood, naked, leaning on an oilbean,
Knocking on Idoto's door, seeking rejuvenation.
Lord we all stand, naked, before the tollgate
Of our dreams, drenched in urban torrents, seeking admission.
Places, Fences, Defences

I still think Mary was at fault for fuelling the fight. I have seen this happen all too many times. Everyone else believes otherwise.