Sometime last year, a picture of a document circulated on social media detailing the pre-conditions a landlord in Port-Harcourt gave potential tenants who intend to rent his apartment. Bizarre as it looked, that picture represents the lived experiences of a lot of Nigerians who have had to put up in rented apartments. At the workstation the other day, this came up in our conversations and some of my...
In case you have been wondering where I have vanished along with all my office gist to, I have just been up and about my national duties as a patriotic 20-something-year-old Nigerian is required to do. The khaki life has not been easy and frankly I would really not mind doing without the “...under the sun or in the rain” part of our NYSC anthem. Anyway, I’m back to the office again and the gang at...
We are at Metroville tonight. Mallam Hassan and Mr. Cele are here earliest. We typically wait for Mallam Hassan to join us much later, and even today he didn't particularly come earlier than his usual time. Yet his arrival preceded Eddie and Tokunbo’s. (Because I like free food, I almost always arrive first.) While we are waiting for the quorum to form we try to catch up on the latest happenings in the...
Mr. Seun stays at Lokogoma, and always swears that if he's building a home in Abuja, it has to be Lokogoma. We try to convince him that Kubwa and Gwarimpa are cooler locations but he never wants to hear a word of that. He typically explains that in just a few more years, Lokogoma will not only explode into a cosmopolitan part of Abuja but would develop into the leading residential hub of the city....
These days, we are marketing. Our Copa Cabana II project is coming into fruition and we have been networking with buyers who are interested in the properties on offer. The marketing department has been having busy days, and Mr. Bisi is particularly the busiest one of them. While some of us have been a bit reluctant about our abilities to make pitches to potential investors, Mr. Bisi goes on the full...
On my first day in Abuja, I woke up at 5 A.M. to prepare for a 9 A.M. interview at Central Area. I thought that if I left Gwarimpa early enough, say, before 6 A.M., I would be able to beat the traffic and get to the venue in time. I got to the express by 6 A.M. and everywhere was deserted. Abuja was still asleep, and there was little or no traffic here. The Lagosian in me was shocked to...