Abuja: The City of Contrasts

I never cease to be baffled by the contrast that is called Abuja in Nigeria. It is full of posh; it is full of poor. When you leave the gate of a beautiful estate, the next turn your take may lead you to an ugly slum.

I only saw the posh all the while I merely come to visit. However, sine I have been forced to make it my abode, I have had to remove the goggles and see clearly the Federal Capital Territory, alias FCT, for what it really is.

My previous visits made me to wonder if the twist and turns were mere magical shimmers of the city. I was convinced that the great boulevards is what the city was all about.

However, from Kabusa to Dutse, to the Garki village and the squalor of the Jabi village, the story is the same. The story is not very pretty. Probably, these are merely waiting for the iron teeth of the bulldozers or they are the real Abuja, only time will tell.

For now, let me be content with learning to live in this new oven that has become my new home and city.

ABUJA! Indeed, I have come!