All quiet on the Western front.

Shhhhhh. Keep the noise down. The citizens of Lagos are in a slumber. This is what it seems like IMHO. After reading about all the displeasure with the rigging of the elections and the planned May Day protests I arrive on Wednesday morning to find the place as quiet as a morgue (actually to put in perspective it was simply the same old Lagos with traffic wahala but no more). So I asked my escort, "why so quiet?" he tells me that the common man is fed up with being used by the big men to fulfill their wicked ambitions!! I cannot believe what I am hearing. He admits that yes there are touts that will still do anyone's bidding but that generally people just want to get on with their lives. It would appear that the age of enlightenment is creeping up on us.

On arrival at the hotel I have to do a mini tour of rooms to decide which best suits me. See the hotel has two buildings. An old one and a relatively new one. So the choices are , take a room in the old one and sweat like a pig as the ACs have lost the power to Air or Condition, or freeze my ass off in the new ones but give up the right to hot water for the showers. I chose the latter. If I no baff for one week I go take perfume cover am but at least I can sleep for night kampe without waking up stuck to the bed from sweat. And u people think say this travel thing is all glamorous.

On Thursday I read an article in ThisDay magazine where the author (I left the paper in my room, came back and it had been room serviced) mirrored a lot of the comments I made in my previous blog about the elections. Highlights. He attended several polling stations where people were voting with joy and without intimidation, maybe there was rigging but there were also genuine votes, what exactly do the Opposition parties that are making noise bringing to the table?, if they had anything credible to offer then there would be cause for serious mourning. And as for the International observers well I've already flogged that horse past its lifetime.

I happened to catch an interview with the Head of NAFDAC and I really felt for the interviewer as the lady was so ferocious in her manner that at some points I thought she would climb over the desk seperating them and whack him over the head with her handbag. I mean she did a great job with her responses but my goodness the exuberance was overwhelming.

After a long day yesterday, I found myself at the Boat Club relaxing and qeunching suya (minus my white shoes which I left in my mother's care and which seem to have "disappeared" from her room. There is a full investigation underway). Bizarrely, the contact I was meeting turned out to be in the same set and possibly the same class as me in Igbobi College (UP IC). We reminisced for a while and he helped me with the definitions of big boy. Apparently there are different levels of big boy. Silly me. Anyway we just chilled for a while and I could hear the waves whispering "Oga, when are you coming home? As we were leaving I looked at the notice board and saw that a Governor from one of the SE states had applied to join. Now that is a really big boy apparently. Can't wait for him to buy me suya.

In my usual manner I have been taking the temperature of the place since arrival and all I am getting back is positive vibes. Everybody is hustling and trying to make it and all I keep hearing is that things are good and just about to get better now that the elections are over. So for all the doomsayers...............