At the core nexus of Mainland, Ojuelegba remains Athe epicenter and the throbbing heartbeat of Lagos. Arriving by bus from Ikorodu road, a first-time visitor is welcomed to Ojuelegba by the stench of decaying rubbish and the pungent odor of the sewers; mingling with the sweet aroma of boli and egusipepper soup from Mama Lanre’s buka. Rickety makeshift stalls line the streets; while roving hawkers take advantage of the pervasive traffic to peddle anything imaginable; shoe polish, hankies, recharge cards, wrist watches,
newspapers, water, gala and stolen mobile sets.
onderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents.
Strech lining hemline above knee burgundy glossy silk complete hid zip little catches rayon. Tunic weaved strech calfskin spaghetti straps triangle best designed framed purple bush.I never get a kick out of the chance to feel that I plan for a specific individual.
