ME: Oh good.
HIM: He got back to me immediately.
ME: Oh yeah?
HIM: Yeah.
ME: And?
HIM: Well there's a a really great job going...
ME: It's in Nigeria isn't it?
HIM: It's an engineering manager role.
ME It's in Nigeria isn't it?
HIM: A great job with a promotion.
ME: It's in Nigeria isn't it?
HIM: Yep Lagos, Nigeria
To those who think we're adventurous, we're not really that adventurous. Ever since I married, the word 'Nigeria' has struck fear in my heart (and every other bit of me). I've met people who've lived there and while all have survived with interesting tales to tell at dinner parties, every single one of them took up golf while living there.
I mean Manila was no picnic, but with Nigeria I think of the chances of kidnapping, malaria, golf addiction and nervous breakdown (mine) as infinitely higher whilst living amid poverty, corruption, a very depressing outlook for the country and a generally low value on life. They don't like journalists over there either.
I am of course open to any positive comments any reader might have on life in Lagos with three young children. Honest I am. I await the deluge.
p.s. My daughter had her appendix removed last Friday. But really, surgery on a child in a clean hospital where you trust the staff and are treated with care, patience, a private room and, most importantly, competence, all of it paid for out of one's income taxes is boring compared to the threat of Nigeria. Isn't it?
