I visited the palace of one of Lagos' traditional rulers today. I just got back. I'd planned to see him today with a colleague. We're looking to work on a research and as usual we needed his consent to walk tall within his domain, to get support from the community people. Our meeting with him was brief. We met with him on the other side of the divide on his massive corridor. That was were we deserved. That's the place of a social worker. I remember earlier there had been some oyinbo men who came in to see him. He had received them in the palace proper. Though i was not inside, i perceive he was alone with these men of 'honour'. Alas, with us was a man whom i guess was a palace jester. He sat next to a tomb just below the corridor we stood. Then i knew we were of the other group. The group that is believed to talk alone. The group that didn't bring the envelope. I don't have an envelop anyway. So I'll have no need to be unhappy. I've relayed my message to the king. And that's all I'm cut out for.
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