Four years ago, in my younger and early adventurous years, I attended my first ever concert in Lagos. I was both an organiser and a participant, simultaneously enchanted and exhausted by this new variety of life. I think it was the first time—outside the protected bubble of my Christian home—that I witnessed what Christmas is like for promoters, and concert-goers.
It was December time in Lagos city, in the week where concerts happen back-to-back-to-back-to-back, even on Christmas day.
Around 5:30 am on the day of the concert; I was shocked to see that traffic was already building up on Lagos roads. I had an early morning slot on Cool FM to talk about the concert in anticipation of the night. I was already running late. It is mind-blowing to me now, but I took a bike from Maryland to VI, to beat the traffic.
After the concert ended in the