| Rediscovering Surulere |
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| Written by Ronke Macaulay | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Thursday, 04 October 2007 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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The occasion of Nigerias 47th Independence anniversary is an opportunity to indulge in nostalgia for the good old days when Nigeria was still a callow youth, and neither the thrusting opportunism of her twenty something years, the crass callousness of her late thirties, nor her creeping doubts at the onset of middle age, could have been foreseen. For business reasons, I currently spend a substantial percentage of my time in Surulere, a popular suburb of Lagos. Despite no longer living in the area, I still consider myself to be a Surulere girl at heart, since I was raised here from a very young age, prior to departing for the UK to further my studies in my early teens. I remember as a child, having the free run of the area, with my siblings and our friends. It was a tranquil place were everyone knew everyone else. We played in each others gardens, rode our chopper bikes after school, and put on plays for our own entertainment. Birthday parties were always a lot of fun. Surulere was then a safe and comfortable area which could be classed as a medium density upper middle class neighbourhood. Power cuts and armed robbery were still fairly rare at that time, and the roads were certainly not filled with potholes as they are now. Ogunlana Drive and Adeniran Ogunsanya were residential streets, with pleasant homes and few commercial properties, in stark contrast to the present day, when heavy traffic and the jungle of signboards and banners have completely taken over, creating a chaotic environment. What I loved about Surulere was its vibrant nature. There was never a dull moment, and that sense of excitement is heightened today. You could take your choice between shopping at Leventis on Akerele Road or UTC at the end of Adeniran Ogunsanya. There were no posh hairdressing salons apart from Elegant Twins, and we girls regularly had our hair plaited in Lawanson market. Other important Surulere landmarks in my childish eyes were the National Stadium, Super Cinema where we rarely ventured because it had a dodgy reputation, and the Pacelli School for the Blind, where we once hurried to see the Head of State give a speech with very little fanfare or security. Today parents are spoilt for choice among local schools, but that was not the case in my youth; we were driven out of the area daily to attend Unilag Staff School. However, as the strong educational presence in the area developed, my nephew later attended St Martins Day Nursery and Fountain School, both of which are still going strong and developing new generations of Surulere children. Ikoyi or Ikeja were far away places where we occasionally ventured to visit family friends. The Third Mainland Bridge did not exist as yet, and the traffic across Eko Bridge was usually heavy, despite the odd and even car policy of those days. Surulere was quite enough for us we had little need or desire to exceed the boundaries of our comfort zone. Sadly, I find it hard to imagine how the word comfort can apply in any way to present day Surulere. Now that I have travelled the world and returned home, Surulere to me looks smaller, more overcrowded and certainly shabbier than it was in my youth. Most houses are in dire need of modernisation and especially a coat of paint. The streets are dirtier, the mosquitoes more plentiful, and the hardworking residents have less time to stop and chat. Commerce appears to be thriving; there are businesses crammed into every feasible space, including virtually on top of Bus Corner, a busy junction controlled by traffic lights. Cars and okadas move around at a frantic pace, and there are scores of mobile phone shops, fast food joints, and fashion outlets. Difficult to imagine this as the once-peaceful neighbourhood whose name can be loosely translated from the Yoruba language as Patience has its reward. I would argue that the transformation Surulere has undergone over the past 20 30 years is a microcosm of the Lagos - and possibly wider Nigerian - experience: degeneration of infrastructure, increased levels of crime and other antisocial activity, denser population, faster pace, and a febrile atmosphere where it feels as though almost anything goes.
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Posted by Robot| 04.10.2007 09:44