As a follow-up to my 93rd good thing post, I wanted to show you our Lagos version of toileting signs, which are all over the place on walls, fences and buildings. The instructions are sometimes accompanied with threats of fines...
or promises of police action.
There is often creative spelling with the signs -- this stenciled instruction "Don't unirate here" is repeated over and over on a long cement block wall.
By personal observation, I know the instructions are often ignored. But as for myself, I promise to never urinte or unirate anywhere near those signs!
3 comments:
HAHAHAHA!!! As a Nigerian myself and a Lagosian (currently in university in London but very nostalgic for home at the moment, thanks to your blog), I've seen far too many of those urinte and unirate signs!
I live in Victoria Island, by the way, and the traffic on my street is unbelievable! I don't know if you ever pass by the street where the Zenith Bank headquarters is, Ajose Adeogun Street. We live in one of the few houses there that are not banks, haha.
Hi Foma,
Glad you found my blog and are getting some amusement from it! I'm sorry about how the formatting is messed up in some of the older posts -- when I changed the template somewhere in there, some of the older ones didn't automatically adjust to the new template. So I fix them as I notice them, as I did when I went back to see which post you were commenting on. Believe me, I know Ajose Adeogun Street. I have spent MANY hours stuck in traffic on your street. I have friends in an apartment complex off it and frequently leave their place in the afternoon to sit as I wait to creep up to the Zenith roundabout. Good luck with your studies in London!
Thank you! No worries about the formatting, I got through the blog alright!
Ah, Ajose Adeogun Street! It really is sad because we moved there when I was just born at the end of 1990, into one of the first houses on the street. Back then it was such a peaceful, quiet residential area. A lot has changed now. Most of our neighbours moved over to Lekki during a sudden emigration that began in the late 1990's and early 2000's. Back in the day, my dad built two houses in the compound, and we've always rented out the second one to expats. I think, sadly, they are the only neighbours left.
Well, at least there's the consolation that if we ever want recharge cards, or even toilet seats, we only need to step out of the gates to find ready hawkers, hehe.
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