It's my house and I live there.

I dont know where the time has gone and it's a bit scary cos although I have been busy its seems like I have been doing nothing. It must be down to the two extra househelp:->. Lagos has embraced us into its hot chaotic belly with gentleness and grace,although the traffic remains the same. The average trip down the road (or Shoprite) being 45 minutes whilst a trip to somewhere unreasonalbe like VI could be anywere from an hour to four hours depending on road works, car crashes and the various meltdowns between cars, okadas, danfo and molue buses plying the roads.

My hubby, during his own melt down yesterday, sent an okada and passenger flying over our door as we were on route to VI. The reason for his melt down ? We were stuck in traffic and patiently waiting while the other drivers who had more important places to go were driving on the wrong side of the road. Fidgeting and fuming he finally lost all his patience and proceeded to get out to fight with the next driver who was going the wrong way. Unfrotunatley he forgot to look to his right and with a resounding crack the okada and his passenger fell onto thankfully soft sand and as my husband comforted and cajoled the okada driver and his passenger, people still continued to zxoom past the wrong way - stopping briefly to admire the carnage we had created. What is the moral of this story? Next time get out through the sun roof. Or stay home.