I was inspired by the sponsored walk two weekends ago when we went across the bridge. It was my first time on foot across the Lekki – Ikoyi Bridge and I enjoyed it so much that I decided to recreate the experience again this Saturday just gone. At 6.30 am I got up, brushed my teeth, washed my face and contorted myself into my gym gear which is now bursting at the seams due to my new sedentary lifestyle. I either need to get back into the gym or seek out another personal trainer as I’m starting to resemble a jelly when I walk.

Anyhow, the walk/run was glorious and it was wonderful to see the sun rising and cool winds blowing gently over the water. There were supermums pushing superbaby prams as they jogged, superfit super freaks doing three laps of the bridge while hefting weights in the time it took us to do one lap, groups of friends catching up on Friday’s nights gist while powerwalking, clusters of workout buddies doing “dancercise” routines to happening music, people out walking with their kids and their dogs, normal people like me doing normal exercise, and a few other people who I’m told are the sample specimen for when they start making people over a certain spec pay toll, like cars. Ahem. It was a great opportunity to exercise and people watch; but most importantly, it was a great way to enjoy the fresh air. On the bridge, there are no diesel fumes being chucked in your face every second, no weird undulating surfaces to trip you up, no gargantuan puddles and gargantuan trucks to co-conspiratorially drench you in slimy roadside water. I probably took the deepest breaths I’ve taken in a while on there; and it struck me when I saw so many people, that because this piece of infrastructure has been provided, there is somewhere pleasant for all these people to go and work out on a Saturday morning.  It was like seeing a slice of a much more advanced and cosmopolitan Lagos, and I tried to imagine how beautiful it would be to live in a Lagos where every road was like the Lekki-Ikoyi Bridge. It is the singular brand new bit of road infrastructure that has been built in my lifetime. One day, I hope.
As you can imagine, when I got home, I was ravenous and I wanted to eat a hearty breakfast but I also wanted something healthy. I looked in the fridge and came up with this Egg, Avocado and Tomato Sandwich. It absolutely hit the spot and once I had stuffed my face with it at the kitchen counter, I felt strong enough to have a shower and crawl back into bed to catch up with Homeland, The Blacklist and Scandal.

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I didn’t bother with any condiments, because the tomato gave the sandwich moisture and the avocado gave it some creaminess, so it is seasoned with salt and pepper only. The pink grapefruit I scoffed afterward as dessert. I know it’s weird but I’m not averse to the idea of dessert after breakfast and I use fruit to fill that purpose at breakfast because I don’t like having a gaping hole at the end of any meal where a sweet should be, and have nothing to fill it with – breakfast or no breakfast. I got the grapefruit at that wonderful veggie stall at the Adeola Odeku end of Idowu Martins. The thing with grapefruit (pink or white) is you have to go for the ones that are a bit mottled and imperfect on the outside. The slight imperfections make it real and give it character. Beware of any grapefruit that is too fine on the outside because that’s just the surface. It’s personality on the inside will be sour, and wholly disappointing.  A bit like men, really.

I’ve tried to capture how I made it in the pictures below. It started off as an open sandwich (i. e. one slice of bread only) because sometimes I aspire to be like those insufferable people who say with pride, ‘oh I don’t eat carbs at all’, but then I decided that I am too old to be lying to myself and that if it’s going to be an open sandwich, it will be on a day where I’m not that hungry; not because I am becoming an imaginary member of the no carb crowd. Please. Ain’t nobody got time for that. So in the interest of full disclosure, please note that before I wacked this, I made another slice of toast and slammed it down over the top :).