{Tolu Talabi, this one is for you.}


The number of wooden placards encircling Falomo Roundabout. Painted on them are black silhouettes and red question marks where faces should be. Tied to the barricades protecting the flower beds, they have been here since May, under the rain and in the sun. A painful reminder that the 200 plus girls abducted from Chibok are still in captivity.

Lagos is often accused of being a rogue state, out of touch with the rest of the nation. In my opinion, a harsh but deserved criticism. However, this gesture, this monument, is proof that we are still a country.


Fifty naira—the cost of a cup of boiled groundnuts in Victoria Island. You can get double that for the same price in its sister neighbourhood, Maitama. I guess food is more expensive here. Still, I shouldn’t have advertised my foreignness. For a minute, I forgot my coordinates and called out to the hawker, “Mai gyeda!”


26 Bourdillon Road. Address of the former Governor’s residence. A mansion really, it’s become a landmark in its own right. “Turn right after Tinubu’s house”, someone will direct you. You can’t miss it—there’s a giant flyer with his face on it in front of the gate.

High-brow, exclusive and elitist, Ikoyi is pretty much the only area where the colonial vision has been maintained and improved upon. But don’t let the picturesque fool you. Within view of the four-star hotels and luxury apartments are shelters made from corrugated metal. There are roads where drainage is so bad, you have to roll up your trousers and wade to get from point A to point B.

I don’t have to tell you about the mounds of trash and gutters overflowing with muck. Like the rest of this country, you don’t have to look too far to find squalor.


Google Maps estimates that it takes eighteen minutes to walk across the Lekki-Ikoyi Link Bridge. I wouldn’t know; I didn’t pack the appropriate shoes. Speaking of shoes, I have noticed that your footwear defines your business on this bridge. Athletic kicks for the runners, joggers and power walkers; stilettos if you’re only doing a photo shoot. Choose between bathroom slippers or going barefoot if you are an itinerant laborer. Graduate trainees, loafers will protect your soles while you save up for that car.

A hip-hop posse gets their swag on while a solitary young man with headphones leans against the rails and stares into the Lagoon. I wish I could emulate his zen, but I imagine it would only invite suicidal thoughts.


There are nine roundabouts on the Lekki-Epe Expressway. The venue for my interview is off a right turn a few meters before the fourth. A combination of anxiety, an empty stomach and taking the alternative exit out of Lekki Phase One makes me mistake the third roundabout for the first.

The bus conductors always remind you where you are, so why did I let the fear of having (1) my handbag snatched (2) my most formal dress ripped by a rusty nail and (3) my makeup ruined by sweat, stop me from taking one?

Traffic on the other side of the road is at a stand-still. I pay the taxi driver and begin the twenty-minute trek. No big deal, it’s just cardio.


There are two guitars parked in the otherwise empty carport in front of House Number 2. Well, technically. Judging from the size of those dusty cases, one of them is probably a banjo or a mandolin. They most likely belong to Banky W. He lives here, two doors away from my aunt.

I can’t help but think that there is something symbolic in their abandonment. It seems to suggest that in this age of computerized beats and auto-tune, there is no room for real music anymore. Why else would an artist treat his instruments that way?

I realize now that I may have seen him in the compound last week, half in, half out of his jeep. I didn’t recognize him at the time. Maybe it was because he wasn’t wearing a hat. Maybe it was because he wasn’t licking his lips.



Post image titled, “Island Vista,” is one of many photographs of Lagos taken by Nigerian photographer tagged “Studio Flow” on Flickr. Check out more of his stunning portraits of the city HERE

About the Author: 

Portrait - Akumbu UcheAkumbu Uche was born in Kaduna, raised in Port Harcourt and educated at the University of Jos. Her writing has appeared in The Kalahari ReviewSaraba MagazineQarrtsiluni and elsewhere. She lives in Lagos.

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I hold a doctorate in English from Duke University and recently joined the Marquette University English faculty as an Assistant Professor. I love teaching African fiction and contemporary British novels. Brittle Paper is the virtual space/station where I play and experiment with ideas on how to reinvent African fiction and literary culture.

13 Responses to “Notes from the Island | by Akumbu Uche | A Portrait of Lagos in Six Fragments” Subscribe

  1. seun 2015/01/14 at 07:24 #

    She’s very good, ainehi. I love her already!

  2. Derin 2015/01/14 at 09:28 #

    Luuuurv this piece Akumbu looking forward to reading more of your work.

  3. chidi uche 2015/01/14 at 13:33 #

    This is beautiful, keep it up girl.

  4. wana 2015/01/14 at 13:43 #

    i absolutely love this, it can be easily adapted into a performance piece about living in Lagos. Its giving me ideas

  5. Ainehi Edoro 2015/01/14 at 20:17 #


    I know exactly what you mean. It’ll be fabulous on stage ’cause it’s essentially dramatizing a series of iconic spaces and experiences in Lagos.

  6. Khadijah Muhammad 2015/01/15 at 03:22 #

    I loved how the fragments came together. It’s almost like the way we remember things in images.

  7. Nancy Obi 2015/01/15 at 05:51 #

    Keep it up Young lady. And keep up with the comments especially those who want to borrow your ideas to use on stage. Keep up with such people so you can leverage on the writing…

  8. Esther Mark 2015/01/15 at 23:52 #

    Go Kumbus! Super proud of you!
    Remind me to be like you when I grow up!

  9. mariam sule 2015/02/02 at 16:23 #

    Finally someone who studied in Nigeria. I love!!!

  10. Keonye 2015/02/28 at 07:25 #

    Awwww so lovely…an awesome piece, keep it up Akumbu

  11. Benjamin E.B. 2015/02/28 at 19:28 #

    Simply stunning! The work of genius!

  12. Temi 2015/03/01 at 22:55 #

    Awesome! More inspiration to your Pen.

  13. Oyinlola 2015/05/27 at 05:13 #

    A beautiful piece, adapting it to a performance on stage will be all the icing it needs.

    Thumbs up Akumbu. Mitchel spoke highly of your writings and I must say I am not disappointed.

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