Currently you're in Lagos, the crowded rickety bus stuck in the eternal traffic the city seems to have. Still, you pass the time sitting next to this country's personification.

You're going to Makoko? That floating shithole? She sighs, muttering something in one of the many languages she speaks.

As soon as the vehicle stops, she grabs your wrist and drags you out in the city.

Come baby, there's better places I can show you.