Pooh!

Here is a virtual workout for your nostrils:

Imagine the smell of a burnt-out fire.
Add a waft of rotten damp wood.
Let a drift of stale sweat vapour tickle the nosehairs.
A tinge of kerosene.
Cheesy feet.
Public toilets.
Mix these pungent perfumes together with something altogether more murky, mouldy, and sinister.

How’s your nose feeling? Is it at least trying to pull on the old wretching strings?

Good. Now you know what we go through every time we want to pay for something here in Nigeria. The Naira STINKS! The problem is that it is all notes; so much more porous surface area than the coin = so much more scope for drinking up strange dark smells and depositing them in my purse, in my pocket, on my fingers. POOOOOEEEEY! I’ve never come across a more smelly currency.