everything is for sale on the seven mile bridge, from victoria island, thru to surelere. vendors roam and rule the already congested road~ two lanes teeming with mokado, wheezing, over-full buses and backed-up lines of honking cars... we never encountered any of the famed bandits of this bridge, but one can easily imagine how armed men could overcome the flustered, captive drivers. still, a sight and experience i never tire of... knives, rugs, nollywood and bootleg hollywood films, cd's, irons, boiled peanuts, cold soda and STAR beer, plaintains, towels, transistor radios, folding baskets...
Monday, October 12, 2009
everything is for sale on the seven mile bridge, from victoria island, thru to surelere. vendors roam and rule the already congested road~ two lanes teeming with mokado, wheezing, over-full buses and backed-up lines of honking cars... we never encountered any of the famed bandits of this bridge, but one can easily imagine how armed men could overcome the flustered, captive drivers. still, a sight and experience i never tire of... knives, rugs, nollywood and bootleg hollywood films, cd's, irons, boiled peanuts, cold soda and STAR beer, plaintains, towels, transistor radios, folding baskets...
more lagos island ~ the heart of nigeria... not to be taken lightly, or ventured into without awareness of the social rules and mores that prevail here. this is the place where all the action happens ~ good and bad ~ and this tiny corner of lagos will teach your heart a new and accelerated beat each time...
street scenes ~ lagos island... full time, full speed action with purpose and intent... while some may seem idle, there is an heightened sense of work to be done without hesitation, or delay. every one needs to make a living... yet somehow there is still joy and grace in every motion... and no time to be wasted.
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