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08 - Mission To Abuja #2 [explicit]
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Nigerian Diaries Tue 28/09/04
20:25pm No longer alone... Having sat here in the hotel bar on my own, listening to the in-house band for quite some time, I now find comfort in this Rockview Hotel-provided notepad I just fetched from my room.
20:45pm Omigod! How embarrassing! Just got dragged up on stage to play a couple of songs with the band! I mean... I thought the chick singer that wandered out to the dozen-strong 'audience' earlier, trying to coerce everybody, including myself, to get up and dance, didn't take my polite "I'll sing a song for you later" remark seriously. Apparently she did... I fucken hate playing on out-of-tune, or, more precicely, un-tunable, cheap Korean-made Fender copies - especially when I'm too tipsy to remember the words!
Ok, so if you're reading this you know I at least made it to Abuja. The divine fate of my trip 'home' remains to be decided.
Must note: Abuja is exactly like they told me - a fucking world apart from Lagos.
20:02pm The band just went on a break and every fucking member, except for the chick singer/keyboard player, personally came up to me to greet me and shake hands! I love this place!
Even the girl behind the bar has promised to make me some B-52 cocktails, after she fetchesthe recipe from home tonight. Not that I asked for it, she just thought I'd like one.
We live and learn... N1300 to read 2 emails, write one, and look up the lyrics to "Atlanta" is a rip-off in anybody's language. Charging by the minute helps if you have a 33.2kbps connection...
Double that price and you can fuck a whore in your room 20 times over, all night long... then again, my hotel dinner tonight cost N2500... there is no real pricing structure to things here - there is no other place in the world to compare to. Here you pay what you pay and you get what you get.
You're in Nigeria now boy!
