No one believes me!
September 23, 2010 6 Comments
This past Monday there was a work requirement that led me to travel off-site for a couple of days to a little town about a 15 minute flight from where I my primary work is. It was a nice little flight, our driver with the security escort picked us up within a decent amount of time, and off we went to the locations that we were required to visit. Data was gathered, a couple of interviews were conducted, and all in all it was a fairly fruitful fact-finding mission.
-Then we went to the accommodations that were prepared for us.
Now before I get into this allow me to provide a bit of background.
Those that are familiar with my little jaunts around Nigeria know that I tend to get a little, ahem, “involved” with the night life. Yes, even in this third world-esque armpit of a country there is some pretty interesting times to be had, if you don’t mind the homeless loonies that walk around naked as the day is long, or the piles of trash that I personally think are sentient, as they look like they are breathing if you stare at them long enough.
I am not partial to the music that is played in these dance clubs, but you show me a metal club outside of North America or the Nordic North, so I play along. The dancing is fun, the drinks are not only cheap but effective, and everyone is usually in a pretty jovial mood.
Also, there are what we lovingly refer to as “night fighters” ALL OVER THE PLACE.
You seriously cannot go to any public venue in this country without having at least a clutch of women that are for hire. The world’s oldest profession is of course illegal in this country, but is truly only discouraged and not really an arrestable offense if no trouble is being created. You get all types too, from girls going to the university that need a little extra cash to the ones that do it for a living. Also going for them is the social view of the actual act of sex in this land, and that is one of basically “it feels good so do it and do it often”. We actually are having some issues with that on site recently, but that is a story for another time.
Back to the story then!
After retiring to the rooms to drop gear, we proceeded to go to the on site pub for a little refreshment and fine (HA!) dining before going to sleep. Libations were quaffed, food was consumed, and all in all a good time was had. One of our mates that lives out in town came down to participate in our bonding ritual, so of course we had to catch him up on the latest news on site… but end of the evening we all went our separate ways, another night conquered. Throw these same events in the wash, rinse, repeat, and you have roughly the architecture of the following night, leading up to my return to site and the obligatory “what did you do in Warri?” questioning.
I told them the details of course, stating that I did have a pretty enjoyable time.
EVERY SINGLE PERSON followed up the initial questioning with “What was her name?”
I said there was no “her” this time, I was just relaxing and enjoying the company of my friends.
EVERY SINGLE PERSON laughed, called bullshit, and insisted that I had company while there, and my consistent “no” answers just reaffirmed in their minds that I was lying.
Aren’t people allowed to break from pattern every now and again?