The road to Mosimi in Ogun was cordoned by all things of a Sunday afternoon in Lagos, hawkers of bush meat, bare foot Aladura, prim and well groom families headed to Church, sellers of pirate DVD's and the occasional red faced white man supervising another road.
I should have left earlier that I did. Lagos knows no rest, no sleep, no siesta. Salihu my man Sunday thundered along the road leading into the deeper southwest of the great geographical expression. The cultural diversity of this Nigeria, would make leadership difficult expect to the bold, anthropological terrain so much different from the northern hinterlands. After a repeated starsky and hutch meandering and with the urban jungle behind us we see more of the real jungle. "We don pass
Ikorodu, we go soon enter Ogun state". As it was almost
magharib and Salihu's speach was a relief. "I beg which way to the depot" Mosimi is one of the locations of the Nigeria's many and ironically empty tank farms. The training division has fast track an order for my dispatch to the facility. "Go left, then right then gooooo, down for another 5 or 6 minutes you will see it." We thanked our path finder, in Nigeria it's important to greet before asking for anything, a hasty accostation is often interpreted rudely. The darkness had already set in by the time I got the the reception at the facility. It was too late to see anything much that night, but sunlight did reveal the somewhat serene milieu of the environ. I was particularly impressed by this trio of palms arranged in descending (or is it ascending height).
Father, mother and child. A palm family, Were they planted in sequence? Maybe palms like people shrink as they grow older.
The picture below is of the guest rooms at the center, the accommodation was not bad for the price (N4000, $26, 16 GBP). The worst thing that happen during my stay was the "shock of my life" The boiler in the toilet discharged some volts of lighting into my blood stream, so much for all those health and safety they give us at the office. I reported to the reception, and was offered another room; pity I can't sue
the NNPC.
