abeokuta? more like abe-ow-what-did-i-get-myself-into

i never meant to end up in abeokuta, but here i am, covered in sweat and wondering if my mosquito repellent is actually working. let's back up-i'm a broke college student on a "gap semester" that turned into a "gap whatever" because i spent all my savings on a one-way ticket to nigeria. the plan was to find a cheap volunteer gig, maybe teach english or something, but i landed in abeokuta because a guy at the airport said "take the bus to abeokuta, it's chill." chill? this heat is anything but chill. the weather app says it's 27 degrees celsius but with humidity at 77% it feels like a sweaty hug from a damp blanket. i just stepped outside and it's like walking into a warm soup. if you like that sort of thing, you'd love it. actually, i don't hope; i'm suffering.

that little map? that's where i'm at, somewhere around those coordinates. if you need a bigger city fix, lagos is just a couple hours east-provided the traffic doesn't decide to swallow you whole. but i'm here for the abeokuta chaos, not the lagos skyscrapers.

the city is a sprawling mess of concrete, markets, and honking danfos. i'm staying in a hostel that costs 500 naira a night (about $1.50) with a shared bathroom that's basically a bucket and a scoop. the fan sounds like it's dying, but honestly, who needs a fan when the air is so thick you could chew it? i've started sweating just thinking about sweating.

food is the only thing keeping me sane. jollof rice that'll make you fight your sibling, suya so spicy it clears your sinuses, and puff-puff that's like fried clouds. someone told me the best jollof is at a stall near the market, but it's only open till noon because the lady goes home to pray. i missed it today because i overslept-typical.

i've been wandering around, trying to absorb the vibe. there's an old palace-the alaafin's palace-that's supposed to be historic. i heard from a local that it's pretty much just a big empty courtyard with some old guys sitting around, but they'll charge you 2000 naira to take a photo. i paid, and yeah, it was mostly empty, but there was a weird energy. like, centuries of drama just hanging in the air. kind of cool.

the neighbors-i mean, the locals-are mostly friendly, but there's a constant hum of generators because power goes out like clockwork. one minute you're charging your phone, the next-darkness. the kid next door just lit a candle and kept playing his gameboy. that's life here: adapt or melt.

transport? these yellow and blue minibuses called danfos will take you anywhere for 100-200 naira. they're packed like sardines, sometimes with chickens. i got on one and the conductor yelled "last stop!" before i even sat down. just go with it.

i stick out like a sore thumb-the only faranj in days. kids point and shout "obrun!" (i think that's yoruba for white person). i smile and wave, but some days it's exhausting. i try to blend in by wearing a hat and keeping my head down, but my sneakers give me away.

reviews? i overheard two guys at a beer parlour arguing about amala. one swears by "mama funke's" but says you have to get there before 7pm or she's sold out. the other says it's at "baba tunde's" and it's open till midnight. i'll test both. also, i was warned about the roads: "the roads here are death traps," someone said. i believe it-i've seen a motorbike carrying three people and a goat. not a joke.

the internet is spotty. i found an internet cafe that charges 200 naira per hour and the computers smell like cigarette smoke. but it's enough to check email and post a half-hearted instagram story that'll make my friends think i'm living my best life.

i've been trying to find a cheap gym to work off all the puff-puff, but the only option is a "body by grace" bootcamp in the park at 6am. i've been "too busy" (lazy) to go.

i'm writing this on my phone, the battery at 12%, sweating in a room that's basically an oven. tomorrow i might try to take a danfo to the nearby osun sacred grove-a unesco site, apparently. i heard it's a hike through a forest with shrines and maybe monkeys? i'm terrified of monkeys, but maybe i'll go anyway. what's the worst that could happen? (don't answer that.)

if you're ever in abeokuta, here are some resources that might help:
- TripAdvisor's take on Abeokuta
- Yelp for cheap eats
- Nigerian Travel Forum - Abeokuta thread
- A blog post that helped me

i also grabbed a couple of unsplash photos to give you a visual-since my own photos are mostly blurry and half-covered in sweat:

that's it for now. i gotta go find some water before the heat claims another victim. until next time, stay cool(ish).

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