roots.

last month, i embarked on a "vacation", so to speak, to my hometown of lagos, nigeria. i put vacation in quotations because even though it was planned to be a relaxing, enjoyable trip filled with good vibes and tranquility, i received much more than i could have ever imagined. 

prior to this trip, the last time i had stepped on nigerian soil was when i was a mere six years old. i am now twenty-one, and was without a single clue as to what exactly it meant to be nigerian. that's fifteen long years of being disconnected from my culture.. my background.. my true roots. i had always taken pride in being rooted and grounded in my culture; usually being boastful of a heritage that's generally looked down upon with criticism and judgement but, during this trip of a lifetime, my naivite was truly exposed. the simple fact of the matter is no stories i heard, food i ate, videos i watched or conversations i had could ever compare to me actually being and experiencing all those things firsthand--- IN nigeria. it's sad to say but in the first few days i was there, i felt like a foreigner in my own land. i would walk around the streets flabbergasted at the things i saw-- the beauty of the land which media outlets fail (and purposely do so) to cover and show to the rest of the world. it was the first time i actually discerned and was able to wholly diffuse into my nigerian heritage.. the first time i could honestly, and i mean honestly, say that i was proud to be nigerian. 

now i won't go into detail on everything i experienced as volumes could easily be written but i will leave you with these photos.. photos i hope will help give you a glimpse into my trip to naija. a trip out of which i gained priceless and infinite wisdom/knowledge and to a country which, unfortunately, many will never get the chance to know the beauty of which it's lands, people and traditions display.

video after the jump as well.

bless.