Kini so? (IB Chilling)

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I went home to Ibadan for the long weekend. It was a welcome change from fast-paced Lagos. There, life for me is put in “proper perspective”.

All of a sudden, N1500 for a cab anywhere is outrageous, and I’ll be insane to make my hair for 5k. Unlike in Lagos where sometimes it’s as if you are playing with monopoly money, in Ibadan, money knows its true value. Money is rated in terms of congos of rice or garri. As long as it can buy a congo of either, then that amount is not to be trivialized.

IB chilling comprises of hanging out with friends over beers and cheap fish pepper-soup. I honestly don’t know of one bar in Ibadan that serves decent cocktails and where smoothies are not an unknown and unconquered territory. The idea of ordering an appletini is as odd as the response it would generate.

Public transport cabs and buses in Ibadan are the most rickety things ever to move on four wheels. I truly believe that all the vehicles in Nigeria that have more than one foot in the grave are taken to Ibadan to die as cabs. A cousin of mine tells a story that on a certain day in the cab in front of her, a passenger got down, shut the door and all the doors on that cab fell off. She swears it to be true.

I still find it funny that adverts, posters and billboards in Ibadan are done in Yoruba, as long as that product is targeted to general public.

The town that never changes with its throng of ankara-wearing women who still greet “e’nle n’behun” complete with their inherent h-factor has hin “how har you? hi ope to see u soon”

I guess you could say the typical Ibadan person is razz and local but I try to think of it more as they are just more in touch with their roots and mother tongue.

But the most important and fascinating thing about Ibadan, to me, is that is home. Sweet home.

Miss K

Miss K

An engineer by day, writer by night. I'm a bunch of contradictions. Both the liberal and the conservative; the silly child and the prim & proper lady. Welcome to the reflections of my cynical mind and open heart as I ponder living the gidi life, my adopted city. Viva la Las Gidi!!!


  1. Nice post Miss K!
    I’m an IB babe too wrking here in lag. I can so relate to this post as I spent d public hols 2 in ib. There’s jst something abt growing up there that makes u form an allegiance wiv that town. Its home al d tym!

  2. True talk girl. Actually schooled there and my first year there made me think if people could still be ancient like the red roofs? Lol. Well, Ib remains the home of cool headed people that are not ready for the fast life. Life is too cool and dry in Ibadan. Funny enough, some of the hussle in lag make me miss there. No traffic, cheap town, etc. Lol.

    1. @ Killz, yeah! forget to mention that. Ibadan, with all its reddish brown roofs, in those interior parts of town! u can say that again o. im glad to be out, but i miss it sometimes.

  3. Miss K, very correct I’m from IB and work i lag.
    I just had this same discusion with my collegues right is this Joke that after leaving IB blood pressure’s normal and the fast pace life of Lag makes it otherwise.
    I must say, anyone that doesnt have a place like Ib to fall back to….(no comments)
    above all it’s in IB that my salary makes sense…lol!
    Good one dear!!!

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