I visited Kampala, Uganda recently and on one of the slow journeys down a typical narrow road in crawling traffic that reminded me too much of Lagos, it hit me – Kampala resembled an older Lagos. A calm, efficient Lagos before the glass and chrome and people and noise and chaos. Kampala reminded me of the faded photos of vintage Lagos in all their sepia, black & white andrunning colour glory.
Now, I didn’t live in this Lagos I’ve described. All my knowledge is from the images the internet (and my parents’ albums) have shown me. But they’ve left enough of an impression on me that I feel an irrational nostalgia for this time with the bicycles and neat roads and Brazilian/colonial architecture and carefree (seeming) Nigerians. And so this post was born.
From Broad Street to Carter Bridge to Bar Beach, here is Lagos before we knew it: