Alagbado – Through The Eyes Of A Resident


Life in Alagbado is a bitter sweet experience. A lot of experience that makes one frustrated yet one finds it interesting. How do I describe this wonderful place called Alagbado? Should I start with the funny names of bus stop such as; ‘Adura’, ‘Casso’, ‘Kola’, ‘Meiran’, Moshalashi’ and many more or the area’s scene when it rains? There’s really a lot to write about.

I remember vividly those growing up days and I smile again and again. Enjoyable times such as; waiting by the well side to fetch water as there was just one popular well then for most people on the street, funny and annoying neighbours , street fellowship every Sunday evening and many more that I can’t just help but remember with mixed feelings. A day however stood out for me, it was a day that made me cry and wished such never happened …

That fateful day, there was a big naming ceremony in my area; people were trooping there with colourful ankara and asoebi, loud music and the awesome aroma of everyone’s favourite- party Jollof rice. Anyone looking at me could tell that I wanted to be there. As soon as I noticed that my mum was packing her bag to go out, my heart leaped for joy. She saw my happy face and warned, “I don’t want to see you there; stay inside this house, till I come back home. Have you heard me?”

As I answered her, my happy face soon turned to a sad one. She left and I sat outside daydreaming about everything going on at that party. Few minutes after my mum left; my neighbour’s daughter came to where I was and told me that my mum told her to tell me to go for the naming ceremony since I wanted to go and I wasn’t doing anything at home.

I didn’t wait for her to complete what my mum told her. I ran inside, took my slippers and followed her. I enjoyed the party; ate the ‘yummicious’ jollof rice and drank two bottles of Coca- cola and even packed extra sef. The party ended and I went home. As soon as I got home, what I saw made the extra pack of food with me drop on the ground. I saw my mum holding her dangerous koboko . “Why the koboko?”  I thought.

My mum beat the nonsense out of me till she was satisfied.  She said she didn’t send anyone and since I disobeyed her by going there I deserved punishment. I cried, maybe wailed, and remembering the fact that my neighbour’s daughter lied to me made me cry more. Till today, I still wonder why she lied…I guess I would never know.



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