By KEHINDE BAMIGBETAN
Each time I pass the building on my way to work, the Museum calls me. I make a mental note of the enticing distraction and promise to get there a few hours after clearing my desk.
I never do. Meetings, calls and assignments confine me to my space. Then, it is too late to go.
Then, I got lucky. During the last Sallah break, I was hungry. All I wanted was Sallah ram. From one restaurant to another in Wuse, Abuja, none had ram meat. I wondered how they could be so insensitive and uncustomer-centric, denying their customers the divinely ordained sacred meat of this Eid. I expected my salutation of Barka de Sallah to pave way for the offer of hot ram meat.
By 6pm, I got to Lagos Bistro, Wuse. I thought, since it had something to do with Lagos, it would be savvy enough to meet the thirst of my palate.
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Well, they had ewa agonyin. As I walked towards the entrance, I realised so many businesses competed for space in the arena. The Museum stood out. I had my meal and left.
Today, I returned to the Lagos Bistro. But before devouring their ewa agonyin, I booked a tour of the museum. No dull moment. From musical museum to conflict resolution to currency museum. And finally, the artifacts museum. I couldn’t resist the effigies of the twins. Okan nba bi, eji lo wole to mi wa!
