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Day-to-day dealings as a Lagos commuter 

Hello guys. 


So, today, I’ll be softly touching the daily waka as a Lagos commuter. I grew up in Lagos the major part of my life and started the proper Lagos hustle in 2015 so, it’s safe to say I’m very much qualified for this topic. Here we go!!

Image from the Internet-who wants to claim copyright?  😂 

  • Try. Like, very much try to reduce your voice when receiving a call in a bus. I know the Yoruba (wo)man in you loves to shout but try your best not to. We are really not interested in knowing the happenings of your life. Especially as it’s 6.00am on a Monday morning. Some of us are probably still sleeping, we are merely walking physically. 
  • When you’re on social media -twitter, facebook, (especially)  Instagram, there is a high probability of your phone not being yours alone. There’s someone -beside you or behind you trying to stretch his neck to see what you’re watching. Infact, there’s someone beside me trying to read what I’m typing right now. There was a day I was going through IG in a bus, going through make up videos and this guy was just stretching his neck to see the pictures. He didn’t even hide it because he was even laughing at pictures and memes I didn’t find funny so, you can imagine how angry I was. I actually turned to give him the look of -‘Are we using the phone together ‘? He just laughed and said -‘aunty, you women too dey deceive us’ and just kept on laughing. I was too angry but I just remembered it was not my father’s bus so, I logged out of IG.
  • When you pass through a route often -everyday, you tend to have bus friends, agbero friends. There are some people (okay, just two)  who call me when I don’t show up at the bus stop by 6/6.30. Talmbout loyalty. The guy that calls for passengers at Sabo every morning (Michael) doesn’t fail to show everyone he knows me by greeting me loudly everyday. Sometimes when buses are scarce when it rains and a bus drives by, he hustles a seat for me. Yorubas say omo burúkú lójó ti è so, I tip him sometimes. There was this one time I didn’t give him anything in like 3 months and the next day he saw me, he was like –aunty, you gats find something for me soon o. This was before everyone in the bus o. He also tells me to avoid an area when robbery occurs. Days when I decide to leave for my office really late, say 9am, he goes –aunty, why are you late?  Abi you watch film over-night? I’m beginning to think he’s working for my employer sef. The only thing he’s yet to have is my phone number which he says he’ll get ‘tomorrow’ everyday. Lol. Trust me, they have their own useful days. 
  • You will definitely meet rude and uncouth men who think you’re no different from their wives or girlfriends they have sex with. If you love your life, don’t respond to their abuses. Just keep quiet. You can like to respond sha. You will only end up looking at the mirror trying to confirm if what they said are true. You really don’t want to do that. 
  • There will also be people who didn’t sleep well in their houses,trying to complete their nap in the bus so,would want to drop their heads on your shoulder. 😂 😂. I don’t know why people won’t just respect themselves by placing their heads on the back rest in front of them. I don’t even joke with that. Please and please, don’t let your head mistakenly fall on my shoulder. 
  • You might sometimes find yourself becoming a conductor in the bus. Not like anyone appointed you but for your sake, just take the goddamn job. How do you explain having a #1,000 note for a #150 bus fare? 
  • You will also have the opportunity to know who the original staff of the country are. I’m talking about the men in uniform -policemen,custom officers, soldiers, etc. These ones don’t pay bus fares because -staff. There was a time I boarded a bus from Sabo to obalende and as the conductor prompted us for our fares, he just shouted that he wasn’t ‘going’ again. He was almost in tears. He had like 7 staff in the bus! A 14-seater bus o. Lol. Oga staff.
  • And before I forget, don’t come into the bus trying to use original English language like the rest of us don’t understand it. What’s the meaning of I want to alight? Its like you want the driver to take you past your busstop abi?  What happened to ó wà or e dey?

What experiences have you had as a Lagos commuter?


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Isoken, Waxing and what nots

I love love stories and happy endings. 

Heyyyy guys!!

Since exams are over which means no lectures during weekends which automatically means idle time, I had to go to the movies to save myself. I went to see Isoken. It was produced by Jade Osiberu and if you saw Gidi up,the Web series, you’ll totally agree that she’s a great film producer.

This is my first movie review so, I hope it flows well.

Isoken is the story of a 34-going-on-35 year old lady,Isoken(Dakore Egbunson-Akande),who’s still single and just had her youngest sister get married. She handles it well until the ‘eeyas’,’God will do your own’, ‘You shouldn’t be serving guests at your younger sister’s wedding ‘ and other annoying remarks get to her. Her situation is not helped with the overbearing and blunt mother she has who doesn’t fail to ridicule her for not having a man and tries to hook her up with a family friend, Osaze(Joseph Benjamin) at the party.

Osaze is an IJGB who is successful, handsome and ‘from a good home’ as it were. Emotions begin to build up between Osaze and Isoken until Kevin (Mark Rhys) comes into the picture. Isoken and Kevin meet at laundromat where he gives her the thongs she forgot in the machine but found that quite Embarrassing. Kevin is a white guy, very witty and doesn’t just know when to stop. 

Isoken is herself around him, finds him easy to tell her fears and doesn’t feel the pressure to please him. Before we can say the word -Isoken, she’s torn between the two guys. Osaze, because he’s a family friend and she wouldn’t want to ruin important relationships and Kevin, who she truly loves. 

On her 35th birthday, Osaze asks her to marry him and due to the pressure from everyone saying yes around her,she agrees. Kevin leaves the party obviously unhappy. 

Isoken gets another chance to see Kevin again at the baby naming ceremony of one of her best friends where he reassures her of his love and begged her to choose their love and not to go ahead with the wedding with Osaze. Isoken eventually breaks up her engagement to Osaze on the night of their pre-wedding dinner which was a week to the wedding, tells her family about her love for Kevin then went to spill the good news to Kevin. 

Isoken is a very beautiful,witty movie which addressed real life issues going on with men and women of marriageable age. I love love stories. The movie will definitely get you stay glued to the screen until the end.It talks about the pressure, having friends to talk to, the joys(or not) of an extended family and all. My best parts are the random talks Isoken had with her friends. I like gist so…here we go. 

Waxing– This came up when Isoken told her girls- Agnes, Ajoke ( Funke Akindele, Lydia Forson and Damilola Adegbite) about her plan to visit Osaze in his house. They then tell her to go for waxing so she could be prepared for the ‘action’ when Osaze asks for sex. Isoken says she finds it painful and in all honesty, so do I. I have done it once and I didn’t find it funny. My friend says it’s probably because it was my first time but I don’t intend to do that soon. The pain was unbearable. I could probably do that for DFH though. The pain will definitely be worth it. 😂 

Naija girls dating oyinbos- Ajoke feels dating white guys is kind of an inferiority complex and the thought of mixed race kids irks her. I’ve had this conversation with my girls and even though I have my reservations about dating white guys, I don’t understand the thought that surrounds it. I remember going to the LCC with my french friend, Joan and the stares I got from people. I wasn’t sure if the stares meant that I hit jackpot or that I’m using him as my Maga. Smh. 

Dating more than one guy at the same time so long you’re not sleeping with the other. Lol. At the point Isoken was confused about who to choose between the two guys, Lydia Forson was like -it’s not like she’s engaged to any of them yet and as long as she’s sleeping with just one of the guys and not both of them at the same time, it wasn’t a bad idea. Lol. Why would you want to put yourself in such wahala?  Well.. What do you think about that? 

The Significant Other visiting the parents – I felt a bit uncomfortable for Osaze when he went to visit Isoken at her parents’ for the first time and her dad asked of his intention for his daughter. I think he handled that part like a boss. Only one guy who has visited me at my parents’ and I have also gone to his. This was in 2012 and I thought he was the loml. Lol. Let me keep my thoughts on this for now.

The spiritual aunty- There  was a particular aunty always skabashing in the family and talks about Isoken having a spiritual husband because she wasn’t married. She makes an attempt to use her anointing oil on everything at the slightest opportunity and I think every family has one of that. I have an aunty who’s worse than Isoken’s and I used to feel a little guilty before. Nowadays, not anymore. 

Isoken’s dad- Isokens dad was very supportive all the way. Gave her no pressure and no stress at all. He stood by her when she said oyinbo was who she wanted to marry and all. My dad is just as supportive. We quarrel every time but I must give that to him. His support is so massive. I don’t know if I’ll still get the same if I bring an oyinbo home sha.

Not shooting your shot– Isoken’s PA, Abimbola Craig had this colleague, Akahn nnani who was all over her but she felt he was boring, churchy and all those funny excuses so she didn’t give him face. By the time she wanted to give him a chance, she finds out he now has a girlfriend and she was quite shocked. This brings me to wondering what women want in a man. Why using him for shakara when you knew you liked him?  Just shoot (take) your shot now. That person can’t wait forever, you know. 

I think some people are really lucky to get married to their true love. In reality, not everyone does. 
Isoken wasn’t a waste of my N1,500 so, I’ll rate it an 8/10.

What do you think guys? 

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Our cancer survival anniversary 

Holla Holla. Whozzop people. 😂 😂. 

Eggzam is in two days but right now, my head doesn’t want to hear of it. 

Anyway is sha a way. We’ll pass whatever way.

Today officially makes it 14 years my mum survived cancer. It’s still a very sad story in my house though my mum says her children must throw her a party for it when she’s 60. Lol. So much for a sad story. 

I was in JSS3 that year at FGGC OYO and I was still very much in my shell. Not this Dammy you all know now so nobody in school knew what was going on with me. I wasn’t told she was sick or anything ; I only noticed she stopped coming for my visiting days. Instead, my aunty does. 

First thing that aroused my suspicion was the 2 sets of provision I was given. Milo -2, milk -2, goldenmorn -2,etc. Then I went home for mid-term break and I was told she traveled. To where!!?? I’m pretty close to my mum and at that point, I knew something was wrong. I just couldn’t place my finger on what it was. 

My mum couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing her children again if whatever happened so, she asked to see us. She was looking so pale and weak and I couldn’t help but cry. You would think there was a tank of tears placed inside my eye prior to that moment. 

I had my Jssce WAEC coming up after then and my mum made me promise her that I’d put in my best efforts. 

It was very much later that I was told the full story of what happened at the hospital. How she went into a coma as she tried to get up on her feet two days after her surgery, when one of the doctors shouted at her to go clean herself up at the bathroom. How she saw dead people being taken out of the ward on a daily basis and the thought of her being next. How my dad fought the doctor when he heard the cause of her comatose and accused him of wanting to kill his wife(I love that part of the story 😂 ).

Some months after the surgery, she had some new diagnosis of her pancreas being burnt by excessive rays during her radiotherapy. So,another journey to(with) diabetes. 

I had totally forgotten about the whole phase of her life until this morning when she called to remind me of it. She made it so easy not to even know she went through all that because after the whole process, she continued her life as it was -work, shop, trading, taking care of her kids and all. The daily drug intakes, constant mammogram and medical check ups are what you get to remember of the cancer. 

On a general note, being diagnosed of cancer in Nigeria isn’t beans if you’re not rich (to be flown abroad for special health treatment), you don’t have a good support system in terms of family and you don’t have a constant source of income. Like, that’s the end. 

I’m so grateful that we were blessed with excessive love and support from family -My uncles, aunties, dad and mum’s friends. Most of these people are part of the reasons why I still have a mum, after God actually. It actually took a village (of family and friends)  to raise my younger brother and I. True friendships are always worth it. 

I’m grateful for my dad too -(he loves to act like James Bond) who made the sacrifice of moving from kaduna to stay with the family in Lagos because of her health (talk about compromise).

 I’m forever grateful to God for making her alive up until this day, raising her babies and showing His glory. I’m also grateful that He will let her live 50 more years. 

Cheers to long life and a cancer free generation. 

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Village people hot on the chase 

Holla Holla. 

And like my mum calls whatsapp,’whozzop’ people? 😂 😂. I’m a naughty child.. I know. God forbid!  My kids won’t be naughty. Back to the sender. Please, stop cussing me. Thank you! 

I want to say something about a slightly sensitive issue today. Before I go on, let me give you the gist. 

My mum sews bag souvenirs. Anything bags. For corporate events, parties, schools, etc like food packs, laptop bags, school bags, traveling bags,bags and bags and bags. This is an advert by the way. So you guys planning your weddings or burial ceremonies of the older generations, come and patronize us.

I digress. 

She employs tailors who makes these bags for her. They work Mondays to Saturdays, 9am-6pm. There was this woman she employed recently (about a year ago) who is one of her best employees -mummy Victor. She had some challenges with her business for a while and wasn’t able to get something doing for a really long time until she got a spot at my mum’s. 

Last weekend when I went home, my mum had this gist for me that mummy Victor wants to negotiate her time and salary with her. 

Time –  To resume the shop at 12noon and close by 5pm.

Salary – To be cut down by the number of hours per day she doesn’t come to work.

I was quite shocked because truth be told, she’s quite good at what she does and doesn’t misbehave like others so, it was just normal for one to know what she wants to sacrifice her time(money) for. 

She eventually opened up to us. She’s going through some family challenges and when she talked to ‘pastor’ about it, he told her God wasn’t happy with her. What did she do?  Wait for it….. 

Apparently, before she got her job, the church was her home. Morning to night. Talk about using the house of the Lord as the home of your spirit (literal translation of ‘fi ilé olórun see ibùgbé èmí re’)  but she’s not been in church as frequently as before because of her new job which by the way, isn’t new any longer. He reminded her that before she got this job, she was always coming to church but that one thing she asked from God is now taking her away from him. All the while she was saying these, my mind was like ‘so, what did pasta sorry, Pastor say?’

Solution to her problem is that if out of the 5 working days in a week, she can give 4 days to God, things will go back to normal. By give -he means attending morning and evening church meetings. Morning meetings are from 7-12am and evening meetings 6-9pm. Everyday. 




I was confused but I’m sure my mum; being the employer was more confused. It’s like over-stretching the whole thing. Well, that’s how I see it. 

At this point, words are not flowing any more. 

So, people, what do you think?  Sincerely?

You know the drill. Drop your comments below.


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Children’s day and my insecurities 

Although, I guess if I knew tomorrow, I guess I wouldn’t need faith 

I guess if I never fell, I guess I wouldn’t need grace 

I guess if I knew His plans I guess He wouldn’t be God – Jon Bellion 

At the moment, I’m in a bus heading for yaba from my parents’. And I just read a post from NSG on Instagram. You don’t know NSG??? You mean you don’t??  Oya,goan follow her sharp sharp.

Well, you can say her post inspired this post . 

The best thing I love doing with my mum whenever I’m home (other than playing pranks on her intentionally)  is watching children videos with her. When I say children videos, I mean kids dancing, singing on America’s got talent, mila, and the McClure twin girls. I love the way she says awww or ‘won n mu inu mi dun’ or ‘bo see ma n shey ni kekere niyen’. I love how her face lights up at the sight of them. I want to believe I just love seeing myself as a child with her. Her trophy child actually. She’s my safe place. I feel so much like a little girl when she’s around me. Sorry, my dad makes me realize I’m already an adult when he enters the picture and I just wanna remain a child. 

I digress. 

Today’s 27th of May.  Children’s day. And all I see(on TV) are kids on the track marching, playing games on the pitch and actually doing all sorts of kids stuff. 

Crazy money spent on these children’s day events yearly and rightly so. Even my church-Rhema chapel, celebrate these kids every year. We kinda leave the whole Sunday to them to take over -Sermon, choir ministration, choreography, drama, etc. Last year, I literally had tears welling up my eyes 👀 seeing some kids read as many as the whole of Psalm 119 which by the way, is the psalm with the longest number of verses, playing the saxophone, violin and so many mind-blowing instruments. 

The tears were partly because I was blown out of my mind and was so proud of them even though I wasn’t their parents. Also partly because my hormones(what’s the one for tears called?) rage at the slightest reason so, tears. But majorly, because that used to be me.

I remember watching a video with a colleague couple of months ago and after awwing and ahhing,  I told him that used to be me. You’re laughing right? That was the same thing he did!  You can’t believe it right?  Me neither.  So we can all laugh together. 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂. 

That’s actually not funny 😐 😐 :|.  At all.

In reality, it actually is. I was that child that everyone held in high esteem, from primary school right until I graduated from uni . The trophy child actually (I’m fanning myself right now).  Lol.  I could play the guitar, I was as fast as a hare when running, my brain was so photographic (I have to read stuff many times in order to remember these days) and even I was like the reference point to others. Lawlll. I actually believe it’s the same for so many 90s kids.

But a couple of years down the line, what do we have? I don’t even know how to play anything any longer(other than the notes). 

I wasn’t joking in my last post when I said I never thought I would still be here. Don’t get me wrong o, I’m not doing badly. At all. Well, atleast. I only expected to bhpe very much farther down my journey based on all I put up here. And like many others, when I hit 25, it was like a big slap on my face. It kind of jolted me to reality of what my expected and actual was and I could see a huge variance. And I’m not lying when I say it was at that point that it was as if I didn’t even know what I was doing again. Like -babe, what exactly is the plan? Not like I even know what tomorrow says sef. One step at a time, baby. 

So, it brings me to asking if we aren’t lying to these kids. Hailing them and saying they’re the leaders of tomorrow, going to go farther than the skies, bla bla bla.. Yadayada yadayada.. 

Which brings me to my insecurities with kids (I’m all transparent right now). I think my biggest insecurities about having kids will be being scared of the uncertainties. Like what if they don’t make it the way we raise them? What if everything is just a joke?  What If I’m just cheering them on because the only the only reason is because I can only hope for them to be everything. Just hope. 

I worry too much, I know but that is indeed what life exactly is about. Plenty uncertainties. The best I can do is to pray for my future children everyday. I’ve put them in God’s hands even when I can’t wrap my head around things. 

Happy Children’s day everyone. 

😘 😘 

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Me- Random facts

Where flowers bloom, so does hope. 

So, I’m on leave -exam leave and it’s gotten to a point where this reading is beginning to seem like a punishment. Ameannnnn… This isn’t life, truth be told. September,please come already (those who know, know 😂). 

What better way to make myself feel better than writing these random facts about myself? So, here I go. 

  1. You already know my name, age,state of origin, so,,, number two 😂.
  2. I am Mel-san. I like to believe I’m more of melancholic though because the sanguine part of me comes out when I’m with people. Once I’m alone, I switch to default mode so, I love hanging around people a lot. You know that thing they say about you’re who you are when no one is looking. Yep.
  3. I am a very shy person. Not so friendly too. Well, until I get to know the environment then I unleash myself. Lol. I’m working on the friendliness part which I think I’m making tremendous progress.
  4. Once I like you, I like you. I can’t say I really have what I like in someone. Once we just connect, we’re good to go. This transcends tribe, religion or race. It’s an exception when it comes to dating though. Mo wà pàtíkúlà.
  5. I could be very petty sometimes. This goes out to people who say they’ve never seen me angry or that I don’t take things to heart. I do. Sometimes. It only depends on how much you(or it) mean(s) to me before I get angry over it. I did something sometime ago. On my birthday, one of my my best friends didn’t call me and when I asked her why, she said her husband already called me= she’s already called me. So, on her birthday, I didn’t call her. I told her she has to chill for when my (future)husband calls her so=I already called her. Petty?  I know. When you’re so close to me and you hurt me, it feels like you tore out my heart. Literally. 
  6. I loveeeee wakabout. As long as you’re game, I am. I just hope I have enough time and money to travel around the world.
  7. Most prized people?  My parents(mum actually).  I don’t think I can handle life without her. 
  8. I don’t have a best anything -food, color, friend, music, hair style, anything. I just go with the flow or how I feel like at the moment. 
  9. My greatest challenge and personal problem is worry. Mehn.. I worry a lot. I’m a professional at it. I worry about tomorrow, my future husband, my career, the party I’ll throw for my mum on her 60th, heck, what my children (twins abi triplets) will be when they grow up. I’m trying my best to leave that bit for God to take care of. I don’t even have control over those things! 
  10. I don’t have the capacity to hate someone or stop talking to someone because of whatever. I air my grievances when I have the chance to, even if you’re not sorry about it. An exception is when I can’t get you out of my head or you’re beginning to become toxic to me. Also, if I’m supposed to get angry over something you did wrong but I didn’t, chances are that I’ve really cried about it and forgiven you. It might still hurt sha.
  11. I am not a people pleaser. My emotions are usually written on my face and you could read it if I’m chatting with you. Like me if you want, but I don’t know how to kiss arse for the sake of me. I could learn though. 😂 
  12. I would really love to go to Paris someday. Talk about the city of love. 😍 😍 😍.  Okay, that’s not true. My friend went there and she won’t stop talking about it! 
  13. I am a work-in-progress. Truth be told, I never thought I’d still be here. I thought I’d have gone sooooo much farther by now so,until finished product. Amen. 
  14. Finally, I’m a sucker for hope. Hopelessly hopeful. Where flowers bloom, so does hope. I believe strongly that God causes all things to work together for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose for them. Romans 8:28

Do you think there’s something else about me that I might have missed(good or bad) ?  Please drop your comments below.😂 😂.  I know. It’s like a feedback. 


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My Lekki Conservation center experience 

Holla Holla everyone. 

Long time no see abi?  I know. I know. I’ve been sooooo busy. Busier than the busy bee. It’s our busy season at work coupled with the fact that exams are coming up in a month so, baby girl has been reading. 

Life right now is me going to work during the week -read in between -lectures during weekends and on and on it goes. That phase is almost over.. I know. Even I can’t wait.. Jesus didn’t die for my sins just so I can be living my life like that. 

So, just to let off some steam and all, I went to the Lekki Conservation center over the weekend. I actually planned to go before now but nowadays, getting me out of my house is serious business. Not like I do anything spectacular at home other than sleep, sleep and more sleep. I forgot. Eat too. Did I mention that I’ve crossed over to a size 8? Somebody shout Hallelujah! The Lord finally did it.. 😂 

It’s been a while I got excited about a trip like this. I was giggling all through the ride to LCC. I had initially googled and read reviews of people who had gone there before now so I knew I was going to have a great day. 

I went there with a friend who’s not a Nigerian- he’s French so I had this patriotic pride on. He’s been wanting to do the whole Waka about around Lagos since he’d be saying bye bye 👋 to Nigeria in a couple of months and this felt like a perfect time.

First stop was at the entrance where we were directed to a reception to get our tickets. The ticket to see the conservation center was for a thousand Naira (1,000) and another thousand Naira (1,000) to do the canopy walk. 

The LCC is 28 years old and was donated by Chevron. The tour guide said it was bought for N80,000 at the time. I’m so sure there was a zero return on investment for a really long time. 

It’s no bother if you intend going alone because you have to wait for about 30minutes(Nigerian time)  for a large number of people to gather before going into the park. I didn’t feel too good about the waiting period until I got into the park and saw that it was really not a bad idea. 

It took us about 8-10 minutes to walk into the park then we got to some point where there was a separate path for those who wanted to do the canopy walk. The walk was restricted to people of ages 14 to 65. Guysss!! Even though I don’t think I would want to do the canopy walk again, it is like the highlight of the entire center. It’s the longest canopy walk in Africa and second highest in the world after the one in Malaysia. It’s about 401 meters long and has about 6 towers with entry and exit portals. Not more than 6 people were allowed to walk through each canopy at the same time because of the effect of the weight of people as the canopy swayed. Your home girl was just screaming all through the walk. My friend had walked through the one in Malaysia so he was more like a pro at this thing. In all honesty, I don’t think a 60 year old should step on that canopy. Òtá grandma èyàn lè lo ní heart attack!  I felt so close to heaven at some point. Lol. I wish. I sha took a picture at the end of the walk. I can’t be screaming anyhow with nothing to show for it. 

I took the picture just at the end of the canopy. Baby girl can’t come and die 

Next stop was the floor games- majorly chess, draught, lawn tennis. I don’t think the games were done for anyone to really play because ain’t no one got time to play chess while standing for hours. Except for the volleyball ball court -maybe. 

After here, we went to the fish ponds -two major ones. A tilapia and koi pond. I have never seen a koi fish or any specie so beautiful as it so it was definitely a first time. The tour guide said it wasn’t edible but I guessed he has never seen someone eat it before. Wetin Nigerians no fit chop?  I didn’t get a clear picture of the fishes so, nothing to post. 

There were empty family huts that could accommodate 6-8 people at a time. So, it’s a good place for family hang outs, birthdays and even photo shoots. 

It’s not a zoo, so we didn’t see many animals around save for monkeys and a crocodile that came out to play 😂. Plus, it was so sunny so, most of the animals go to hide under the shade. 

Next stop was the tree house. This was another part of the center I enjoyed. My tour group was sooooo lively that even if you had plans of being an onlooker, you would change your mind. Plus, this life is too short not to do all of these things while you can!

The tree house is about 32feet above the ground and about 60 climbs to get to the top. I gave the tour guide to make a video of me climbing. The view was sooooo beautiful at the top. Very cool and serene. Made me feel like I was out of this noisy Lagos. I put my signature on one of the trees sha. DAMMY AASA WAS HERE. 😂.  Took me back memory lane of my secondary school days. I took pictures with the group at the top of the tree but since I don’t know them and didn’t ask for their permission, I won’t be posting their pictures. Mi o le wa je gbese. 

After the tree house, there were some bird houses that I didn’t bother to check. At this point, I was too tired. The walk back to the entrance seemed even longer than when we were coming. I kept hitting my foot on the floor. 

The entire walk through the center -without a stop – was about 2hours 45minutes. I enjoyed it. For real. I got home and just slept through the rest of the day. Veryyyyyy necessary. 

Quick tips if you want to go to LCC

  •  Don’t go when the weather is bad. Everywhere would be slippery and you’ll definitely not be allowed to do the canopy walk which is actually the greatest fun (to me anyway)
  • Go with water. Water and lots of water. I went with a bottle of juice and I regretted it. I could have swapped it for a bottle of water if I possible 
  • Preferably, put on a pair of sneakers and shorts/trousers -if you’re a lady. If you don’t do trousers, atleast, put on a pair of panty hose beneath your gown or skirt so you can do the climb 
  • There’s a  barbecue/suya spot at the center but you can go with your snacks if you like. People could be very many at the barbecue spot. 

Did I enjoy it?  Of course. That’s like stating the obvious even. 

What do you think?  Would you love to go to LCC?  I would love to hear from you. 

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