A cup of brewed coffee is one of those small things that quietly signal a city's place in the world.
For two days in Enugu, across hotels and restaurants, every request for coffee produced the same response: instant coffee from a sachet.
When I asked for brewed coffee, espresso or cappuccino, I was met with looks of surprise and confusion.
This is not really about coffee. It is about the difference between building infrastructure and building a globally competitive city.
A city may have an airline, a magnificent international conference centre and beautiful road networks. Those are important.
But global relevance is also expressed through thousands of small interactions that communicate readiness for visitors, investors, tourists and professionals from around the world.
The world's successful cities combine local authenticity with global awareness.
In Singapore, taxi drivers are trained to assist visitors and confidently engage tourists. They understand that every interaction contributes to the city's reputation.
Across Kigali, Nairobi, Accra and Abidjan, hospitality workers increasingly recognise that they serve both local and international audiences.
The absence of brewed coffee is not the problem. It is merely a symptom.
The real question is whether we are preparing our service industries for a world that is increasingly interconnected and competitive.
Culture, service standards, curiosity and openness matter too.
As I arrived in Lagos this morning and ordered a cup of brewed coffee, I felt relieved. Not because coffee matters so much, but because it reminded me of a wider fact.
Infrastructure can be built by government decree, but a service culture cannot. It is learned, practised and reinforced every day. Enugu is investing heavily in physical infrastructure.
The next challenge is to develop the global instincts that make such investments worthwhile.
Osita Chidoka
31 May 2026
Me, working in a GP surgery, having a consultation and the patient casually asks:
“Did you come to this country by boat?”
At this point, nothing can shock me anymore
Bro: What's your password bro?
Me: IronmanSupermanSpiderman HulkThorBlackpanther.
Bro: Why is your password so long?
Me: It had to be at least 6 characters long.
A lovely young couple moved into our street. Paid £1.8 million. He says he works at a hedge fund. I didn't know there was that much money in hedges. See? No fancy degree needed. I bet he doesn't waste his money on matcha. It's all about priorities.🇬🇧
Despite its A-list cast, Margin Call (2011) was shot in just 17 days on a budget of about $3.5 million. Most of the film takes place on a single floor of a vacant Manhattan office building, which helped keep the production fast and inexpensive.
I'm at this pub and some white women have offered me the extra chicken wings they ordered and can't finish. Not quite sure if racist, considerate, or thoughtless.
My 2 year old is currently upset and arguing with me because I sat on the stool in the bathroom where she kept her "pretend clothes" for her dinosaur. I have stood up and told her to take it, but she's still upset and arguing. How's your evening going?
Oh but the foolishness was carefully curated. Over decades. Destroy schools. Destroy institutions. Destroy the best parts of culture. Fund religion to do the emotional and psychological work of keeping people docile. Oh and for some inexplicable reason, chop down all the trees and forests and replace everything with hideous concrete. So that there is no oxygen going to their brains.
But always, always show that it is possible to cash out if you can squeeze through the holes of dysfunction to meet your personal helper, placed there by god, who will show you how, to the detriment of the country, you can make it and come back to flaunt it in people's faces.
Let them hope that they too, if they can contort their bodies and their consciences enough, will be able to find their glorious path, to a brand new iPhone, a trip to Dubai, high quality bone straight, a lambo, a house on the island, an ugly concrete mansion in Abuja with tiles tiles tiles everywhere, and oh please no vegetation, remember what we said about trees above, to hell with trees!!! (which you must show off on Instagram to the glory of god, blessed and commissioned by one of his agents), children in schools in Accra, Malaysia, Cyprus, or if you are especially blessed by the Nigerian god, London or Canada or America. Glory!
After all said and done, in all things, give thanks to the Nigerian god, through whom all (criminal but profitable) things are possible.
Is this a safe space? Can I say something without everyone getting upset?
Good thing I was not involved in this transporting of okro to places around the world, because if it were up to me, okro would have remained goat food. I have tried to like this but man... As a kid I would dread the days my mum would make okro soup. And I have tried eating it everywhere. Even with people I was attracted to, thinking perhaps the fact that I liked the person cooking might trick my mind and mouth into liking it. Congregation, I am here to report that it did not work.
The last time I tried to see if something had changed was when I tried it in Dakar a few years ago and I almost puked my guts out. Like its history, I tried to love it through survival and quiet acts of resistance but... anyway, I will see myself out now.
Selah
I see you're low on milk. Now auto-ordering a quart of oat milk from Ubereats.
I see you're eating ice cream. I've contacted local counselors and an ambulance to pick you up and treat you for depression.
I see you purchased bacon. The fridge door will now lock until you have watched this unskippable 5 minute film about Islamophobia.
Need a word for the phenomenon where people think things used to be nicer because the nice things are the only things from past eras that got preserved or photographed.