Nearly All The Men In Lagos Are Mad Novels & Stories

Now that's messed up! I manage a simple sarcastic 'haha' laugh, and fumble on the best way to attack Mr. Busy-body over here. We were gisting normally, then suddenly my business turned into theirs in a moment of seconds. And now they've been laughing like pack of hungry hyenas. My life is what I want it to be, and with the Almighty's grace, I've been living the life of my dream. I'm a writer, an English lecturer and I own one of Lagos's biggest restaurants. I earn way more money than any of these bozos here. So why would the life of a young millionaire like myself, bother them?

Noah POV: I can't believe that I'm going to be late for such an important meeting with ROK Studio! My phone keeps ringing, "I can't pick your call right now Lydia" I was referring to her picture showing on my phone screen as the caller, I can't concentrate when she keeps calling. "Common!" I kept horning at the driver of the vehicle in front of mine to move fast since the traffic light had turned green from his neck being snapped earlier. "Gosh! If there's anything I hate in Lagos state, it will be the traffic"

" Without you, production will not stop! - grinned Lech. When Igor went to the toilet, he saw the same escaped madman. Igor realized that he was the madman the PSC officers were looking for, because he was dressed in the white typical clothes for the third level of the ship. This madman was visibly nervous, but did not seem to Igor to be an aggressive person. Rather, he himself was scared and with despair in voice began talking with Igor: "Don't be afraid of me! I won't hurt you! It's not me you need to fear…

He was practically lazy and had been working his way to Libya since then. I locked our door and hid the key under the foot mat. I stormed to the streets after having a bath. On my way to Layo's house I came across a crowd. In thier midst were two elderly women fighting. No one would dare separate them rather they'll be cheered. Fights in London area are usually entertaining. I was leaving the fight scene when a strange figure pulled my hair. It was Badmus. "Is that not Mama Funke your neighbor? Won't you intervene? " he said. "Badmus I don't have time for this. " I said while trying to leave. "The other woman called Mama Funke an irresponsible mother. She rained curses at her and said she

“This? This is nothing. Wait until you see the roads.” They moved outside to meet the driver who had been sent for them. The heavy air smelled of roasted corn, fried puff-puff, and exhaust fumes. It was intoxicating and overwhelming, tugging her back into a rhythm she had once moved to effortlessly. The drive through Lagos was everything she had warned Liam about, and more. Cars weaved between lanes as though rules were mere suggestions. Street hawkers pressed sachets of water, plantain chips, and phone chargers against the car window, their voices insistent. Billboards loomed overhead, shouting slogans about banks, elections, and miracle churches.

Manang Letecia greeted, glancing up slightly because the two men were now towering inside the mansion. "Sorry, Manang. I had to navigate through the city, there were too many people clamoring for my attention," Laki answered egotistically, never wiping the smug look off his face. "Don't forget the women ready to claw each other just to see me," Ruin added. They really get along. Both equally thick-skinned.

I kicked his car twice again and hissed before heading to my car with my dignity on. The road was free again and I drove away speedily, replaying all that just happened a few minutes ago. I'm not the type that likes attention, neither am I the type that fights publicly. But in Lagos state, many mad people roam the city so you have to be equally mad to show them who is madder. It is a survival of the fittest between the madder and the maddest. I horned severally at the gate waiting for Kasali to open up. I'm seething and boiling in pure anger like molten lava. I can hear Kasali singing loudly and opening the gate. I drove in speedily almost hitting Kasali in the process.

Do you understand how that feels? I am not suicidal neither do I see myself as a failure. In other ways, though, support groups in Lagos is not as bad as I had imagined. The first day I attended the support group, a young man stood up and poured out his heart. He touched a lot of issues I haven't seen someone touch before in my life. Not literally touching, you know what I mean. His show of bravery, and the many things I have seen in Lagos has made me to accept it is indeed the most beautiful city in Nigeria. I am aware the people of Lagos can be crazy at times especially the bus drivers who keeps on yelling at static passengers even when they have informed them that they are not going anywh

Only that the city had become more mundane, lots of fancy stuff: street lights, structures and statuses, artificial running springs of water, street signs, bridges, just beautiful in it's complex way, Lagos. "it's looking good" Chad let out in admiration, looking out the window. "But, where are we going to now?" "your ancestral home my guy, and when did you start asking a lot of dumb questions dude?" "I don't know, since you developed breasts" "they are not breasts, they're legit three years of hardwork in the gym, take a close look" "Hmmm..." Chad took a short look with that "Albert Einstein" face "still breasts bro." "GAY!, you can Stop looking now. I decide to not be sexy." Uche cut in