#Danfo

[mannyjefferson]

Lagos Yellows for COLORS

Writer Ify Obi and photographer Manny Jefferson document the cultural significance of Danfos against the socio-economic challenges threatening their very existence.

[demmyfuji]

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Ban: No going back on Danfo, koropes on Oct 1 – Lagos Govt

The Lagos State Government has said no going back on the planned enforcement banning operations of all unregulated commercial bus operations, specifically “Danfos” and “Koropes” along Lekki-Epe corridor, scheduled to commence on October 1, 2024. This followed speculations making the rounds on the suspension of the plans by government. Speaking with Vanguard, State Commissioner for…

[amokeadey]

[freaquin]

defoe gets to hold them because he's less italian per pound

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

oluwakatsuki is crazy😭

[photoarchive]

Logo Oluwamuyiwa, Danfo Drama, 2015

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week Year 2022-12-26

Currently in the middle of goddamn nowhere next to a giant hole.

Listening: Tom Lehrer's A Christmas Carol, because Merry Chrysler.

Reading: Finished Africa Risen, some really good sticky stories in there.

Calling out a few favourites and notables:

A Dream of Electric Mothers by Wole Talabi, which really shows his engineering background. What if a nation built a computerized store for their ancestors that could be consulted for guidance.

A Knight in Tunisia by Alex Jennings, a story about coming back from war and trying to help others avoid it in the first place

The Soul Would Have No Rainbow by Yvette Lisa Ndlovu, which mostly stands out because I also got a praying mantis tangled in my hair the night I read it.

Housewarming for a Lion Goddess by Aline-Mwezi Niyonsenga, a goddess deals with her intimacy issues.

A Soul of Small Places by Mame Bougouma Diene and Woppa Diallo, about the cost of getting revenge and doing it anyway.

Hanfo Driver by Ada Nnadi, what if your weird rich uncle got you to drive a shitbox taxi that was also a hovercraft. Sci-fi slice of life fluff.

The Lady of the Yellow-Painted Library by Tobi Ogundiran, about being stalked by a library when you forget to return a book

There's more but I'm going to cut it there. As a compilation with some focus on the Diaspora there's a lot of African-American stories because the transatlantic slave trade was the second biggest thing to ever happen to Africa. Those stand out as both more foreign in some ways and more familiar in others, I don't necessarily understand the Nigerian slang as well as I get the more Carribbean linguistic influences but I feel much more familiar with a story about a Danfo which is close enough to a minibus tax rather than the ones that involves the particular strain of black evangelical Christianity.

It's fun to read into a very specific context you don't have, a lot of sff build their context as they run whereas themed short story collections often presuppose it.

On net the stories are pretty optimistic which I'm mixed on, i get it but I also like stories about the inevitability of being subsumed by something bigger than you and finding your way through that.

Watching: Nothing, on the road most of the week.

Playing: Also nothing.

Making: Disastrously failed at baking bread. Doing some landscape photography around the Karoo which is not my usual forte but it's fun to practice.

Tools and Equipment: Speaking of landscape photography, of all the disciplines it's perhaps the one where a smartphone most closely performs like a much, much fancier camera. You're already working down narrow apertures and long exposures for clean shots so it's not like you're really missing out on much. Just maybe get yourself a tripod mount for the phone and learn how the manual mode works.

[sportabrite]

Danfoe art I'm never going to finish because it made me angy. But also i like the idea too much and now you have to look at it <3

[avid-idiot]

Only thing insta algorithm did right was suggest me this

[partsfe]

Delfield 2194763KT-S - Temp Controlkit - Danfos W/Probes | PartsFe

The Temp Control Kit, part number 2194763KT-S, is designed specifically for Delfield refrigeration units. This kit includes a Danfoss temperature control system with probes, ensuring precise temperature regulation for optimal food preservation. The kit is easy to install and compatible with various Delfield models, making it an ideal solution for maintaining consistent temperatures in commercial kitchen environments. By using this control kit, you can enhance the efficiency and reliability of your refrigeration systems, ensuring that your food stays fresh and safe.

[alaskanwooddemo1]

may

[freaquin]

i don't want to know you

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

thank you to everyone who voted! ended up writing what won, lol. please note that this is supposed to be written on the grade 11 level, so if you notice a word and go, wait a minute an eight year old wouldn’t know that, it was done on purpose. also some parts were slightly embellished for creative purposes plus, my memory of this isn’t entirely accurate. enjoy!

Little brown hands clench onto the soft leather-covered foam handle of a cloth suitcase. Though it was a carry-on, I was still below the average height of an eight-year-old, so the luggage was a fair bit taller than me, so I was slightly standing on the balls of my toes, shoes creasing. Trepidly shuffling along the airport’s checkered blue tiled floor, my brown eyes darted around, strange colors and shapes begging to catch my attention, overwhelming in their unfamiliarity. I turned my head aside, looking up at my mother. Mommy painted an exuberant image of joy, lips wide with a blinding smile that hadn’t left her face since we’d said goodbye to my grandma, aunts, and uncles in the parking lot. 

I leaned forward, rising further on my toes, to look at my brother on the other side of Mommy. Israel was looking around the airport as well, with reluctant awe. He had refused to believe Mommy when she told us were going to the United States of America, though now his disbelief had been waning since we checked in our luggage that couldn’t be brought onto the plane, and now it seemed to be disappearing the further along we walked towards… I didn’t know where in the airport we were going actually. I’d stayed glued to Mommy’s side all day, filled with the unflinching trust a child had in their parent. Wherever we were going, if she was taking me there it was safe, and if that were no longer true, I knew she would never leave me behind.

I tucked a braid back behind my ear, fiddling with one of the beads as we continued on. We slowed to a stop as the path forked in two. Others around us confidently bustled on, bodies turning left and right with ease, a surety that spoke of experience. Anxiety bloomed in my chest, a grim reminder of how I didn’t share Mommy’s and Israel’s excitement.

I looked at the directory embedded in the middle wall that separated the paths. It was a large rectangular screen filled with stacked arrow blocks of blue, the same shade as the floors, with locations, bolded and capitalized,  written on them, pointing either left or right. I watched as Mommy scanned the screen, looking for the arrow that would tell us where we were going. She nodded to the fourth arrow that read: GATES 7 - 10, impossibly smiling even wider the closer we got to our destination. She turned right, ushering me and Israel alongside. “Our plane is at Gate 9,” she said.

I clenched tighter on the handle of the carry-on, nails sinking into the leather cover indenting tiny crescent moons. We arrived shortly at our gate, Mommy immediately claiming three chairs for us directly facing the floor-to-ceiling windows that provided a view of our plane. I set aside the carry-on, my eyes latching onto the podium centered in front of the windows, taking in the woman behind it. She was dressed in a skirt and blouse, shiny purple stark against her pale skin. Oyinbo, my mind supplied. There were many around the airport but she was the palest I had seen so far. There was a medium-sized plastic rectangle in front of her that read “flight attendant.” I figured she would help us enter the plane.

The anxiety that had been blooming earlier grew into a dreadful flower, unfurling its petals of apprehension in my unsteadily beating heart. Our looming departure hung over my head, bearing further and further down on my desperate will to stay.

Nigeria was my home, racing through the streets of Lagos with my brother, wifting and weaving around maruwas, beating on the sides of danfos to the clamor of hawkers in Obalande, sitting at Tasi’s feet with all the other kids in Bamgboṣe, her voice holding our absolute attention as it told stories about Orisha, the spirits that made the world and all it contained.

The flight attendant at the podium spoke out, bringing me out of my wistful thoughts. “The flight will now be boarding ladies and gentlemen. First class travelers are first, and then everyone else will board in ticket order.” I started lightly trembling in seat, vaguely registering some people standing and walking towards the attendant, the bright colors of their ankara a muted blob in my peripheral.

I don’t want to go, I don’t want to go, I don’t want to go.

It was a deafening mantra in my head, loudly echoing down my bones.

“Atoké?” Mommy’s voice broke me out of my spiral. She only called me by my oríkì when she was feeling particularly affectionate or concerned. I guessed the latter as she’d noticed my shaking arm, clasping her hand around my wrist. “Ayo mi,” she asked, “kilode?”

I turned to look at her, tears springing to my eyes. “I’m scared,” I whispered. She clicked her tongue, fingers reaching out to wipe my wet cheeks. “Ma sọkun,” she said. “Why are you scared, hmm?”

“It’s all new, Mommy. I don’t know anyone.”

“Do you not know me? Do you not know your brother?”

“I do but–”

I was cut off by the flight attendant as she spoke out again, signaling the rest of us to get on board. Mommy got up, fixing the strap of her bag. She reached out a hand to both of us, Israel readily grasping it. I stared at her outstretched palm. If I took it, I would be leaving my home of eight years, but I thought back to Mommy’s words. She was right. I had her and I had Israel.

Ile ni ebi wa.

They were home, and wherever we were going, as long as they were with me, I would be home.

I took Mommy’s hand.

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Dreshie thrills audiences at maiden Red Bull Danfo Rally

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[wise-journey]

Welcome to Lagos

Welcome to Lagos, Nigeria's pulsating city filled with rich culture, energy, and an irresistible charm. Nestled on the beautiful Atlantic coastline, Lagos is a paradise for wanderers, hobbyists, and adventure seekers. From its bustling local markets to its serene beaches, stunning architecture to its delightful cuisine, Lagos offers a beautiful bouquet of experiences that will etch your heart and soul.

When to Go

The city experiences a tropical savanna climate with two seasonal shifts; the dry and wet season. . The dry season between November and March is the most favorable time to visit as the weather remains pleasant and several festivals & events are held during this period.

How to Get There

The main portal to Lagos is the Murtala Muhammed International Airport, with numerous international airlines operating direct flights from major cities across the globe. . Upon arrival, you will find taxis and ride-sharing services readily available for city transportation.

Where to Stay

From luxury to budget, Lagos provides a diverse range of accommodations. For a luxury stay, consider the city's exquisite five-star hotels boasting stunning views of the mighty Atlantic Ocean. If you're on a budget, guesthouses and hostels in neighborhoods like Victoria Island and Ikoyi are great picks. .

Culture

Lagos' culture is a splendid fusion of tradition and modernity. . It houses a wealth of artifacts and artworks narrating Nigeria's intriguing history. The New Afrika Shrine offers a rhythmic experience of traditional music and dance while paying homage to the legendary musician Fela Kuti.

Gastronomy

Embark on a culinary journey in Lagos with its tantalizing array of dishes. At Eko Atlantic City, a plethora of trendy restaurants serve both local and international cuisines. . For a more authentic taste, visit Balogun or Lekki markets for street food.

Activities

Lagos offers myriad activities. . Embark on a boat ride to Tarkwa Bay Beach for sunbathing, water sports, or simple relaxation. Art enthusiasts shouldn't miss the Nike Art Gallery, showcasing an extensive collection of African art.

Nightlife

The city comes alive after dark offering a pulsating nightlife scene. . Dance away at Quilox Nightclub or soak in the eclectic music scene at Bogobiri House hosting live performances.

Transport

Ride-sharing services like Uber and Taxify are the easiest way to navigate through the city. For a local experience, hop on a 'danfo', a yellow minibus.Embrace the city's energetic hustle, but be prepared for heavy traffic during rush hours.

Shopping

Lagos offers shopping experiences from traditional markets to modern malls. . For a more luxurious experience, try The Palms Shopping Mall or Ikeja City Mall.

Tips

- Embrace the city's energy and be open to its vibrant life. - Dress comfortably for the weather and respect local customs. - Engage with the warm and hospitable locals. From a stunning coastline to a rich cultural heritage, Lagos is a city that leaves you with unforgettable memories. . Let the spirit of Lagos captivate you as you explore its hidden gems. Read the full article