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My First Lagos Rave: A Night of Chaos
From Body Odor to Range Rovers
It was my first time attending a rave night in Lagos, Nigeria. Before then, I had always gone for typical Afrobeats-themed parties, where the vibe was familiar and predictable. But this night was different. I stepped out in my usual getup: a mini skirt, heels, crop top, and shoulder bag.
Earlier that day, I had spent almost all my money shopping and was left with just enough for the entrance fee to my regular beach hangout spot. I loved cooling off at the beach after stressful days, listening to the soothing waves of the ocean. After standing by the water for almost two hours, exhaustion set in. I decided to take a break at a nearby beach lounge. While I wanted to order a drink, prudence held me back — there was no way I was trekking home because I spent my last dime on cocktails.
Shortly after, While I was still sitting, two guys approached me, But immediately, I was hit with an awful stench. My first thought was, Where the hell is that smell coming from?! I began holding my breath in intervals, trying to pinpoint the culprit. Was it the handsome, light-skinned guy with dreadlocks? Or the dark, chubby guy sweating profusely like he’d just played a FIFA World Cup final?
Trying to be polite, I shook their hands and gave a fake name when asked. They…
