Ajegunle has always existed in my head as this legendary ghetto where only the toughest could survive.
Instead, I’m seeing kids speaking good English, people dressed with impeccable fashion sense, and life happening with a sense of order I genuinely wasn’t prepared for.
34 years in Lagos, and this is the first time I’m setting foot in Ajegunle.
This is not the Ajegunle I was expecting o 😭😭
Where are the scar-faced, shirtless hooligans? Where are the slang-speaking, dongoyaro-drinking girls?
Where are the kids dancing barefoot in the street?