My right hand with the carefully kneaded little ball of amala is half way my to mouth when I look up. Three pairs of eyes are pointed at me. Apparently the personnel of this joint around the corner in Agege, Lagos, does not have a whole lot to do. The waitress with the shuffling pace brought me a bottle of water and then took a seat at the nearest table. She manoeuvred the plastic chair in such a way she now has an excellent view of the stainless steel bowl with okra soup in front of me on the table. With great interest she follows how I dip the yam dough in the slimy green sauce and try to hoist it up without creating to many threads. I stuff the amala in my mouth, wipe the one unavoidable string of slime off my chin with a napkin and go on eating. Ten years of travelling in Sub-Saharan Africa made me almost immune to stares. Most of the time, at least.
Read my blog on YNaija.com
A managing director in showbiz has heard of me already and wants to launch me on television? I had understood Nigeria was the land of opportunity, but hadn’t expected things to happen this fast. I have only been in Lagos for a week. My cv must have been going round in the right circles...
Read the new entry of my blog 'Femke Becomes Funke'
Writing behind people's backs - it is not intended that way but it is often what it feels like when you write your stories in a language your interviewees do not understand. The coming months I will be blogging about my moving process to Lagos on the Dutch website OneWorld.nl. But this time the interviewees will be able to read it too: YNaija
, a Nigerian website and magazine, will simultaneously publish the English equivalent 'Femke becomes Funke'.
Read the first entry 'A Terrifying Dream'