When the chaos of Lagos life gets to you, Sometimes the only remedy is to find a hole to crawl into... Somewhere beneath God’s blue sky, On a lovely stretch of sun-bleached sand, Caught between the Lagos Lagoon and the Atlantic, A hideaway, snug as can be, Somewhere quiet, Where the bustle of traffic is so alien, That the cacophonous voices resident in your head, Are summarily awed into silence, Somewhere serene, Where the sky and the sea jubilantly meet as friends, Where More...