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BOOK SPOTLIGHT: Gaga Crazy by Camaa Pearl #Romance @camaa_pearl

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GAGA CRAZY by Camaa Pearl


“It’s impossible to have a male bestie and not have sex with them.”

A viral tweet leads to an online friendship between junior architect, Zoya, and charming elusive Manir. He becomes the virtual shoulder she cries on regarding her love-hate relationship with Lagos until a bout of food poisoning heralds their first real life date.

Gaga Crazy is the first book in the Lagos Lovin' Universe. More than a friends to lovers romance, it's a story of friendship and acceptance.

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“YOU NO FIT COME DOWN FOR this side oh, LASTMA dey here!”

I stare at the bus conductor in disgust as he hollers at us like we’re naughty school children on a field trip. His nasal voice, comical, considering that his counterparts have thicker thuggish voices.

“But you picked a passenger by the road…” a woman in corporate wear says, trying to be sensible with the bus conductor.

That’s not how to speak to a bus conductor in Lagos. I shake my head, fold my arms, then lean on the window, listening as everyone in the bus fights for their right. Occasionally, I turn my head to confirm who is speaking.

“Why we no fit come down?” a man asks.

“Go slow dey here na!” A lady shouts from behind. “Shey we go wait till we reach bus stop ni?”

“My friend,” a middle-aged man in black who has been quiet since he got into the bus shouts, “open that door!”

Now that’s the way to speak to bus conductors, I release a micro smile. They only understand aggression. If you’re nice to them while in their buses, they will walk all over you.

It is almost seven in the morning and traffic on the Lagos-Ibadan expressway is wild. Cars are doubly parked in stagnant queues of unopened fueling stations. There is also the thoughtless overtaking of some drivers trying to avoid traffic, followed by tantrums if their vehicle got scratched. It is pitiful watching such displays of madness in the early morning traffic.

It’s unbelievable that about three weeks ago—New Year’s Day—the most beloved President of our country, and his Cabal removed fuel subsidy from petroleum products and Nigerians, like me, got angry. We took to the street for twelve days.

Twelve days!



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