Heathrow to Murtala.
Hmmm, so I finally leave England. I leave England after 18 months of rigorous study, self searching and jaw-dropping adventures. 18 months in England- a journey which had its ups and downs but never for once did I rigidly gaze focus only on an end so as not to let lessons en-route this journey pass me by. Its hails and its woes, its friends made and foes generated, its knowledge gained and ignorance given...every moment, I have loved it all. From moments of endless intellectual arguments in class, leading to freezing nights at the bus stop to house parties and bar nights, leading to police interrogations and warnings....I have surrendered to love it all.
I leave England after 18 months with a Masters Degree, a Fellow of Chartered Public Relations Practitioners, a Resident Permit and endless abstract materials. These materials have formed opinions I concur within myself are facts. Facts, but yet ever so timid am I to squirt into words. To be modest, they have given me an individuality and enlightening self discovery. With these I evolve into Lagos; I evolve into the city I hold so dear, the city I was born, breed and brewed for twenty something years; to module experiences and knowledge gained from the West into improving my heartthrob - Lagos.
If my character is noble and my copinions attract formidable alliances, all I wish for my heartthrob would be reality. Even more so, my wishes could rub off on its sister states. In third world countries, local community development is paramount and backbone to birthing a formidable or emerging economy. Local councils need consecutive climaxed attention to facilitate adequate living systems and structures. In the context of my heathrob, its government, closest to the people, need to support informal sector participants scattered in clusters. It needs to rely to a large extent on community participation/engagement before most policy formations and implementation. If such measures are drilled into localities, hardly can other societal ills cripple economy transformation or communal change. I have not only read but witnessed repeatedly how consistent and strong relationships between local citizens and local council representatives have helped transform societies into better economies. Its not fiction and so for my Lagos and her sister states, it can be reality.
With rigid hope "primarily" for transformation, I evolve into my heartthrob city - Lagos. I then evolve to have a laugh at honking horns and curses in traffic...I evolve to feel goose pimples Iya Bose's "Ewa Agoyin" gives me...I evolve to continuously act the fool for Lagos girls as that makes them loyally spread it open....I evolve, I evolve, I evolve.
Eko Ile, mo tin bo....
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