Lagos in the Sixties
By Heloise Annette Oton
The Passage to Nigeria
How did I get to Lagos, Nigeria?
It began in a strange way with my husband. In 1962, Esuakema decided
he wanted to return to the Ministry of Information in Lagos after years
in New York. So, one early November day, we were off to Lagos on a
French boat from New York City. It was a choice by him to have a longer
journey and a different experience from taking a quick plane ride. The
journey took 2 weeks, and we took all of our possessions and our
American car with us. I was seasick almost every day until we got to
Ghana, the first stop on our long journey.
So my first taste of Africa was Ghana. We arrived at the port city of
Tema, which had just been built that year. There, we got off the boat
to see this shiny clan new port with the azure sea around. I could hear
drums in the distance. I was very excited as these were my first
footsteps in Africa. We explored Tema on our short stop-over, walked
eagerly from office to office and found there was no air conditioning:
it was about 100 degrees and very sunny. The ladies were dressed in
multicolored clothing with head ties and the men were in heavy wool
suits. The port was clean, a tribute to Kwame Nkrumah, the president of
Ghana. We returned slowly back to the boat which took us on to Lagos,
Two weeks later, we arrived at Lagos Port. What a contrast – it was a
dirty, crowded old port with a lot of activity unlike Tema’s.
through the immigration procedures easily as Esuakema was a returning
government official. It was all a blur for me.
A detail from the
Information Ministry met us and took us to the Federal Palace Hotel in
Victoria Island, a very sophisticated area in Lagos. And that evening,
many of my husband’s friends came to see us. They talked a lot about the
state of affairs in Nigeria, and the corruption that was beginning. The
head of state at that time was Tafawa Balewa, and Nnamdi Azikwe was the
president of the country.
Later that week, we were given a temporary apartment in a complex
called Ledgco Flats until we located our own apartment near the Palm
Grove Estate on Ikorodu Road, another exclusive area of Lagos. My
husband wanted “a nice environment” for his wife, as he told friends.
Adventures in Lagos living
As soon as we got our things from the boat, we began to live the
Lagos life. We had 3 bedrooms, a living room and a dining room in a
building made of concrete blocks that had 2 other apartments. It was
fenced around with a boys’ quarter at the back.
Many Nigerians have
servants who can be called on to help when needed, and quarters are
usually provided for them. We engaged a young man to assist with the
cleaning of the house and preparation of the Nigerian dishes. His name
was Akpan, an Ibibio man from the same area as my husband. He worked so
hard from morning to evening that we paid him a good salary, and my
husband’s friends felt that he was overpaid.
In the beginning, Esuakema accompanied me to the markets and the
market women would laugh at him because men at his level in this society
were not expected to be in the market shopping.
they would say, “why you no send the house boy to the market with
madam?” The women spoke broken English and were richly dressed. I can
still smell the peppers, the paw paws, plantains, the fresh fish and the
meat that was baking in the sunshine at their market stalls.
Lagos life for me was fun and full of activity. In the evenings, we
would go out clubbing with friends. The music of this time was High Life, Juju
music and lots of Yoruba music, as Lagos was a Yoruba town. Lagos was
the capital of Nigeria with lots of different ethnic groups and
international residents. In its heart and soul, and at the heart of the
town, it was a Yoruba city.
The Yoruba have an old civilization. What is notable about them is
that they have a tendency to form into large cities; most of the larger
cities of Nigeria are inhabited mainly by the Yoruba (Lagos and Ibadan)
Their cities are usually controlled by an Oba or King and their
councils. Their religion (Ori) and culture is found in the Americas as a result of the slave trade. It has given rise to Santeria in Cuba and Candomble in Brazil and Vodoun in Haiti.
One of the things that I noted was their traditional manners that
could be seen on the streets of Lagos and in their homes. When greeting
an elder, a man bows and a woman has to curtsy. If a person is royalty, a
woman must kneel and the man prostrates himself and then gets up. There
is also a system of greeting: people have the time to say good morning
and ask after family . . . and actually answer! I began to realize that
we from the Americas have lost so much of the civility found in Nigerian
The other things I noted was the pouring of libations to the earth venerating the elders and the breaking of kola nuts
on special occasions. I saw these things also in the eastern part of
the country. Many Yoruba follow their traditional religion called Ifa and consult with “babalawo,” or father of secrets. However, many Yoruba are Christian or Muslim.
I had to admire the women. They are richly and colorfully dressed in
their traditional attire. And like most of the country in those days,
and until today, Nigerians are really friendly people and like to enjoy
Lagos in 1962 was peaceful and livable, not crowded as it is
today. The money was still the British pound. Shortly, the pound gave
way to the Naira, the Nigerian currency. In the early 60′s, oil had yet
to be discovered, and the country depended on palm produce and
groundnuts for export.
Finally one day, I felt comfortable enough to go out by myself to the
small local market near our house. As I walked, people followed me and
then began to play drums. They followed me from table to table and began
singing also in Yoruba. I began to feel uncomfortable. I fled from the
When I told my husband, he laughed at me and said you are
wearing slacks. “I think you have forgotten that you are in a small Lagos market and the people are not used to seeing women in pants.”
was, of course, Lagos in 1962, a traditional society in a world that
still had not heard of the women’s liberation movement. Nigeria of today
has changed a lot, and women wear what they want and are very
I can remember my sensations initially when I arrived and began to
explore the city. It was invigorating and enthralling to see so many
black people, so many bright colors of clothing and hear so many
languages. I think, as I recall back, that I must have suffered culture
shock. The streets were crowded and there was lots of traffic even then.
However, I soon began to enjoy Lagos life. In the evenings, we would go
to the Island Club to socialize, to the movies and to visit friends.
The Island Club, I discovered, was founded in 1943. The club has 7000
members. It is a place to meet the movers and shakers of Nigeria. It
provides meals and drinks and membership is by invitation only. The
Island Club was a multi-racial club, with the President of Nigeria as
the Grand Patron.
Esuakema was a social animal and was always in a club where he could
go to after work, have a beer and hear the latest gossip. In New York
earlier, he joined the Press Club and at Calabar, later, he was a member
of the African Club. The clubs all provided opportunities for the
families to have a meal and relax. At the universities where he taught,
there were staff clubs, but these clubs usually had tennis courts and
swimming pools. In some ways, the elite of Nigeria lived the life of
their former colonial masters.
When it came to food, my transition to Nigeria was unusual. I got
used to the hot pepper and spices in the food that most Yoruba families
would use to prepare their meals. I can recall our first dinner out with
friends. Temi, the wife of a friend, had prepared a red sauce with
chicken and rice and I ended up coughing and crying and everyone could
not stop laughing. My favorite Nigerian foods then and now: akara, puff puff, coconut rice, moi moi, afang soup, eguisi soup and okra soup with gari.
Lagos of those days gave me a continuing love of Nigeria. There was a
vibrancy and the people I found had a pride in themselves and a certain
energy, full of hustle and bustle. They imparted to me “a can-do
spirit’” for which I am ever grateful. Those early days were before the
negative regimes that dampened the spirit of the people.
This excerpt is part of a
chapter from Heloise Oton’s upcoming memoirs of her life in Nigeria from
1962 to 1986. You
can contact Heloise Oton at 718-638-4288 or at firstname.lastname@example.org. She isavailable for readings and lectures