Alternate Vision

Everyone asks about Jesse and how he is doing. And when I tell them he is short-shorting it in Cameroun, they laugh, smile and scream at the same time. Then they say they are not surprised and wish him well. Its rainy season here in Lagos which would be bad news if I were commuting. But if your chillaxing and sipping on chai or star beer most of the day while feasting and reading about Jack Kerouac's tales of bravardo in search of existential truths, then this is the ultimate weather for that. Chapman and I went nuts at the jazzhole yesterday - a quaint little music/book store that carries the best retro and contemporary global jazz music (am talking afro jazz to new age cuban jazz) along with an excuisite collection of books. Apparently, my father's company also boasts of being the largest NGO in all of the country. So I have decided to visit the oga in charge and learn more about their development initiatives, mostly in the rural areas. If we're lucky, we should be able to catch Femi live later this week at the shrine and Lagbaja too. I promised Ibrahim I would visit his school in Ikoyi and maybe attend his economics class too, time permitting ofcourse. Mr. Tanny is set to drop by tomorrow. Oh and I need to call the red cross in Lagos, since she was nice enough to hook me up with a contact for my little pet project. But first, a healthy dose of fresh suya. Its good to be home.