Bon Voyage

So it has been a while since I did a travel post. I think my last travel post was in my early days here on steemit. Since then I have not done much travelling. I have been in my flat percolating, postulating, marinating and basically existing. It has been the most dreary time of my life. What has kept me going has been some good souls who have reached out to me, listened to me, advised me and even loved me despite my many weirdness.

Some days ago a man reached out to me - sorry for that pause. I have been discussing with a dude about Lagos, agberoes(touts), bad roads, poor management and all the normal inanities two strangers talk about when they meet for the first time. As I was saying, a man reached out to me with regards to my writing and he invited me over to Lagos for a week. Yezzur, I have been invited to enjoy the ambience of the 2019 Lagos book and arts festival.

I have never been to a festival not even Igue festival that is the height of the Benin kingdom's celebration of the end of the year and the beginning of a new year. The closest I have gotten to was a feast I happened to witness in Ekpan. That was no fun as I was advised by my in-laws to hide. Non indigenes do not move about during such feasts, you know. I watched from a distance as the masquerades danced and youths dressed in red brandishing machetes, eyes bloodshot with something terrible, jumped through the air and dared the spirits and mere humans alike.

This festival though is not a traditional affair of spirits and gods, masquerades and incantations. There shall be no propitiations here, maybe to the muses to foster inspiration and bless my pen or maybe sacrifices to afford some penned ideas by authors whose mightiness far outdistance my amateur attempts.

There shall be book readings, art exhibits, food eating, panels discussing literature things, stage plays, book signings, picture taking, fans hugging, etcetera etcetera. It looks and reads like fun for a bookworm and art buff rolled into one. There will be music and dancing too at least I expect so.

The festival will be on for one week. It starts on Monday and will run until the 10th of November. I am as excited as a puppy with a Frisbee. Yes I am. One of the reasons why is because I am finally getting off my ass after almost a year and some months of idle speculation. I will now burn some of this tummy fat that I have managed to acquire in my indolence.

My bus just moved from the bus park. The bus I am in is going to a different direction from my intended location but it is all good. I am enjoying the ride and I will definitely get to where I'm supposed to be as at the time that I am supposed to be there. That is the new me talking eh, more optimism.

So I'll see you on the other side and I'll try to take some pictures. If I see any steemian over there, you will read about it. Oh well you guys be good and don't burn the house while I'm gone. Daddy will be home soon.