Sunday, 6 December 2015

More Than A Friend.

Do you have that a male friend you feel so close to?
So close you tell him everything, yes everything, well almost everything.
But then you decide to mix pleasure, then it all starts to go south, and you miss your friend so much you wonder if the pleasure was worth it, you have no one to complain to, annoy, no one to laugh at your jokes the way he does, no one to call you Ode ( fool ). You try your best to make sure you talk daily without coming across as desperate  because desperation is not your thing, you just miss your best friend and you wonder if it is really worth losing a friend.

Monday, 30 November 2015

22.

It's my birthday tomorrow and I'm going to be 22, I'm not excited, I'm glad and thankful to be alive. For the last four years I fast, pray and thank God for the year and hope my new ages comes with new blessings, I had my prayer all planned out 22 Rakah's one for each year, surahs from the Quran.

Last year I wasn't able to fast or do my Rakah because I wasn't pure to pray and it's the same this year and I am gutted, but I'm going to be thankful. I also play the lotto on my birthday hoping birthday luck will come in.
I look forward to my new age

Saturday, 21 November 2015

Cheers.


I started drinking again, It wasn't planned, I was meeting up with my oldest friend for birthday drinks and some gossip, on a normal day I would've ordered  a virgin cocktail, a juice or coke but when the waiter came I ordered a strawberry daiquiri without thinking.

It was lush, first taste of alcohol in a year and three months and it was beautiful, I didn't feel guilty after, my decision to stop drinking was random I woke up one morning and decided to stop drinking and any
time I was offered alcohol I declined with a smile on my face proud of my decision.
Different types of questions follow;

' Why don't you drink?',
'Were you an alcoholic ?',
'Just one glass?', this is the most annoying one.
' Is it for religious purpose ?',

I don't know, I woke up one morning and decided not to drink anymore, get used to it and stop offering me what I don't want. It fun going out and seeing how drunk my friends get, the shouting, the arguments, the fights and the apologies after the night out one a good day we get a few falls may be a hookup and I'm like you are all crazy this is why I stay sober.

Am I going to drink again?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
I might.
I think I will.
I really do not know.

But cheers to that anyway.

XXXX
L.D

Friday, 13 November 2015

The End ?

Is the world really coming to an end?
The events of the past two weeks are really sad, first the plane the Isis claim they shot down, the attack in France a few hours ago, Islamic violence around the world.

My heart bleeds.
What is wrong with humans?

How can we hurt each other, deprive people of the joy of seeing their loved ones yet feeling happy that it is what God wants, we were created to love and care for one another not to destroy each other.

Animals have more empathy for their kind than we humans do right now and it is quite sad how fast all these events will be something of the past and how the lives lost might never be remembered outside their family.
RIP to all the lives lost and may the Almighty Allah bless your souls and ease the pain for the family.

XXXX
L.D

Wednesday, 11 November 2015

Another sleepless night ,my mind is in a thousand places at once, tears rolling down my face for no reason, I'm in a shitty mood and I don't even know why, I've been like this for a few days and praying is not working, it used to, that was the answer to my moods. I don't even know why I'm typing this, Is it going to help?
Your twenties are really the shittiest years of your life. Does it get better or worse? 

Wednesday, 4 November 2015

Tabula Rasa.

I want to share this amazing Brymo album with you guys, like every one of his album it nothing but amazing, its called Tabula Rasa, Latin for blank slate. My favourite songs on the album are;
 Dear child where he praised his grandmother who died when he was young.
Fe mi
One pound
Je le o simi, I love this video

I hope you all enjoy the album as much as I did.
XXXX
L.D

Update.

This is the 7th week since I started my final year and all I can say is I'm on a roll, my mojo is fully back but I can't wait  to finally graduate so I can move on to the next chapter in my life. Hopefully a positive one. I had a mock exam yesterday and it went well, I'm spending more time in the library to get my notes together and work on assignments. I've spent more time in the library in the last 7 weeks that I have in the last years, I used to have the study when you have to approach but not anymore.

I found my calling, we started Intellectual Property in commercial law yesterday and I was in love before the end of the class, its very interesting and there is also such a high demand for it so I did a bit of research and I am happy with what I found. 
I didn't really know what to my masters on but I found myself checking masters programme online and I'm so excited, I can't wait.

Saturday, 31 October 2015

Racism ?


I refuse to accept the fact that I didn't get a job because I am black or the company didn't call be back because my name is too difficult to pronounce, I've had friends who got jobs after they put their English names on their CV instead of their traditional names.
This post is has nothing to do with getting Jobs, I do not understand how people can still be racist in this day and age especially immigrants, how can you be racist to me when it's not even your country. I give the Irish people the benefit of the doubt when I feel they are been rude or racist because they might feel threatened, but If you are from another country we are both immigrants and the only difference is the colour of our skin.

Wednesday, 21 October 2015

My flight to Dublin.


I got back to Dublin yesterday evening after my flight from London City airport was delayed for an hour. The flight was scary, I hate flying each time I fly I think about all the bad things I've done and that alone gets my stomach in a twist.
My flight was scheduled for 1:40 pm and been the JJC that I was in the UK I left the house at 12 and was at the airport for 12:38, London might be crowded, but the transport system is on point. Airport security was a little annoying they wanted all liquids in clear bags even lip glosses and mascara, I had to take off my belt which I always avoided, but they weren't having it.

I had 40 minutes to kill before my flight so I waited in the lounge before boarding and proceeded to the gate 20 minutes before take off. We were on time and everything was set, then I looked at my phone, 1:50, we were still taxiing 10 minutes after take off, it took me a while to notice because I was lost in thought, I need to stop daydreaming. 5 minutes later the pilot announced we had to return to the gate as there was something wrong with the plane.

Monday, 19 October 2015

London.

It is  so weird how I've been in Ireland for 11 years and 3 months and I've never been to the Uk, I had transit there on my way to Ireland 11 years ago and that was it.  It is an hour on the plane but I  wasn't bothered.
My family moved to London a few months ago so I had a reason to visit, well another reason to visit my best friend lives in the Uk I didn't see  him for 10 months and I missed him like crazy. The initial plan was to see my family first in London then come back the next weekend to see him since he works in Liverpool.

Monday, 5 October 2015

Readers!!!! Where are thou ?

Where did all my readers go?
This is not a rant but a plea for my readers to come back, I know it's a bit weird expecting you to all sit waiting for me to randomly pop up after one of reoccurring acts of disappearance. I'm back  but there is no one to welcome me back which is quite sad, but I guess I have to win you all back.

Sunday, 4 October 2015

Update.

Hey guys,
Excuse the regular absenteeism as you all know I'm a drifter who gets easily distracted and once I get distracted I find it very hard to get back into routine, I missed the blog a lot. Its been weeks since my last post and a lot has happened since then, Incase I forgot to mention I passed my exam, you know the constitution one I had to sit three times well I finally passed it.

 You know what they say " Third time is a charm" now it's funny. Come November I will be a Legal Studies graduate and since legal studies is not enough I'm adding a year studying BA Law and it has been a struggle, a year out of school has taken its toll. Tomorrow is the third week of the academic year and I still feel lost, I'm slowly  getting the drift.

I don't have much to say, not exactly the best blogger out there, but I will get there someday with hard work and dedication both I could do with right now If u know anyone giving out either feel free to let me know.

That's all for now,
XXXX
L.D

Sunday, 2 August 2015

I Love Lagos.

Don't really know how to start this post so I'm just going to dive in, a few days after my last post my brothers friend borrowed my laptop to charge his phone due to the power cut, my brother left for London the day after locking my laptop in his room and leaving the keys to his apartment with my other brother who I barely see.
Got my laptop back a few days ago, but the internet has been really crappy since I connect to the hotspot on my phone, still can't afford to spare change to get proper WiFi. 

Good news !!!
Finally passed my exam. Yay!!! Took me two months to check my result, but I finally did and I'm very excited can't wait to start final year, the year off was well worth it. 
Lagos has been good to me so far, but not good to my car I take 20 per cents of the blame, I'm a bit of a rough rider and I'm still adjusting to the craziness. 

Lagos has  not been good to my skin, especially my face, I always develop a rash when I'm in Lagos and it gets really itchy and annoying when I'm in the sun.
 I've tried several products and I feel the urge to tell people to F off when  they ask me what's wrong with my face. I think its so rude just to ask someone that type of question I would never ask such, I expect you to look away and pretend you didn't see anything. 
Excuse me for saying this but Lagos is the headquarters of the devil, I find it so hard to pray when I'm in Lagos. 
I've attended three weddings so far and all I can say is I don't know how people do the owambe thing every weekend , personally I find it very exhausting I'll do a full post just to rant about Nigerian weddings. 
I really don't have much to say, feeling sleepy had a long boring day. 
Will be back before you know it 

XXXX
L.D

Saturday, 27 June 2015

Entry 1 : Story so far.

Hi guy,  hope you are all good?
Sorry I've been away for so long, I've been in Lagos for about three weeks and it's been hectic, running errands for my dad and trying to get clients for his printing company, so I'm basically driving around all day. Lagos has been good to me so far, I got my own apartment, actually let's say Daddy gave me an apartment in the building and believe me when I say I did not expect it. 

The plan was to take the penthouse when I move back home next year , but when I came home my cousins had taken over my room so I slept in my brother's spare room for two nights till he needed it and after staying up all night in the T.V room fighting with mosquito and almost turning into unspiced kilishi because the generator could not power the air conditioner in the T.V room as it was too big, it was hot.
After that night I had enough so I complained to the boss man so he handed me the keys , every disappointment is a blessing , I went from having a room in  my parents apartment to having my own 3 bedroom apartment , I can  close my door when I want and refuse to open when I feel like it. 

For now my room and kitchen  are the main focus since my mum is presently using my T.V room and one of the other rooms as a store , so will let her rent it till I'm ready to move back home full time. 

It's such a huge responsibility having your own place you  can design to your own taste,  It has been a fun and expensive experience, but I'm loving it. I'm going to buy some paintings next week to hang up and I just can't wait. 
The rain has been crazy, my car got damaged while I was out in the rain and it was not fun, water entered while i was out running errands and got caught in a flood on Ikorodu road , I also got a flat and drove all the way to Ebute Metta with a it.

Okada, Keke Napep and Danfo  drivers are driving me insane , my car got  a new paint job before I came home and now it doesnt even look like it did , scrathes everywhere, in some places i cnt even imagine how it happened, I'm not saying i'm the best driver but those people need their own lane abeg. 

I'm also learning new routes and shocuts, one a normal day If was at Lere and I wanted to go to Yaba, I would go back home through Costain then linking Sabo from Adekunle , or If i was at the Salon in Akoka and wanted to go to Shoprite, I would turn at Fadeyi then follow the Yaba road linking either the Eko bridge or Costain depending on the traffic  , but now I found out about Ojuelebga.

I will try and keep you guys posted, i've tried to blog a few times but since I'm connecting to the hotspot on my phone, its been very hard to connect to the internet, but the connection is a lot better in the morning, I will type up my entries in the morning until i can afford one of those internet thingys everyone carries about.

Please how does one deal with an annoying step brother who is about 15 years older or more ?
Guy owes me money and I still do not disrespect him beacuse of that, but he hasn't talked to me for over a week, yesterday monring he asked if I could get his passport since I had the keys to my dad's room as he was away and I knew where it was, but I refused as he had not talked to me for so long and he had no right to order me about.
So I got my other brothers own and refused to get his, so he called my dad and I explained to the man, but he told me to give it to him, so I said I will when I waas ready . I took my time to get it , talked to everyone in the compound before going upstairs, got my shower, shaved all the necessary bits, excuse me if that is TMI but what the point of my blog if I cannot go into details. Anyway i took my time, did full face makeup , guy could not call or ping me to ask for it, so he got my other brother to call , after the first call I ignored and went dowstairs in my own time and gave it to him. Guy did not even say thank you and went about ignoring me again.
Married men will not let me rest, il save  that for the  next entry.
 That is all for now. 
Until Next time, 
XXXXX
L.D

Saturday, 30 May 2015

No title.

Hi guys, hope you all had a good week?
Ok so I'm super excited, I'm off to Lagos next week, YAY!!! . I can't wait feels like I've never been to Lagos before even though this would be my fifth trip in less than two years.
But  I've been bored in my room since I finished my exam and my anti-social behavior took over so I barely leave the house.

I'm looking forward to Lagos, the sun, the overcrowded city, market women, cakes and cream, my car, my dad, the beach, the bookstore everything. I'm also looking forward to the salon visits, getting my nails done, pedicure and the whole serenre, I only do that when I'm in Lagos, pedicure, hair and nails every three weeks.
I'm not looking forward to the crappy internet, bad roads, crappy customer service, traffic, crazy drivers, but that adds to the fun.

Every time I go to Lagos I mentally plan how I want my trip to be but it never really works out for me but this time there is so much I want to do while I'm home and I hope to do at least half of the things on my list.
1) Attend a concert.
2) Start Quran lessons.
3) Visit Badagry.
5) Meet new people.
6) Try out restaurants.
7) Attend a pool party.
8) Stay covered during Ramadan.
9) Save, I honestly don't know how I spend so much weekly.
10) Tour Nigeria.
11) See a play.
12) Attend one of those Lekki events where they have food and sell stuff.
13) Stalk BOJ.
That's all I can remember for now, I will add more when I remember.

 A few friends from Dublin are also visiting and since most of them do not know their way around they are all counting on me for turn up.
Me ke ?
 Last time I went clubbing was last December, I think I might fall asleep if I end up going but then more the merrier the girls are all funny drunks and I will continue my role as the sober sister.
 It's almost since a year I stopped drinking alcohol.
Do I miss it?
No. But I do miss having excuses for doing stupid and ridiculous things.

I started praying again, I won't say much not to jinx it, but I feel great, its almost a month and my nightmares stopped, haven't had any since I started praying. I don't think I've mentioned it on the blog but I've always had nightmares, sometimes throughout the night and it can be  exhausting at times and that alone is a reason to keep praying.

I lost a bit of weight too, a tiny bit but enough to fit into top shop jeans, I'm eating healthy, taking each day as it comes not setting a huge target.
Do you have an ideas on places to visit  or things to do in Lagos? If you do feel free to comment.

Until next time,
XXXXX
L.D

Wednesday, 20 May 2015

No title ............................................

You remembered the day you brought your favourite book a few months ago, after a long day at work you didn't want to go to an empty house, DSTV was not interesting enough for you and you didn't like watching T.V. 'I like been in control of what In watch', you tell people. 
Since the internet was too slow to watch a show online, you decided to get a slice of red velvet from Cakes & Cream, the Lere branch is the only one you know and it's closer to the house. 

On getting there you found out it was closed, Shoprite was the next option all you wanted was cake and at that stage you didn't care what type or where it came from you just wanted cake. You squeezed past eager shoppers and posers, pointed at what you want, paid and left. 

Saturday, 16 May 2015

BOJ

I'm developing this weird crush on BOJ, for those of you who do not know Bolaji who is know as BOJ is a Nigerian Artiste I don't know what genre I can put him in but his music is soothing. 

The First time I heard his voice was in 2013 on the Omo Pastor track which he featured with Ajebutter I listened to the song for the entire 40 minutes bus ride home from Uni and the 5 minutes walk from the bus stop.

 I didn't look BOJ himself up till I heard wifey featuring Dammy Krane and I fell in love. 
There is something about him and his voice that I just can't understand but I'm a fan. I am going to keeping an eye out for him when I get to Lagos.  
My favourite is BOJ on the microphone. Bolaji one, Bolaji two, Bolaji omo Dapo re, I just can't get enough of him. 
I have no idea what to blog about so I thought I should share this amazing guy with you hope you guys love him as much as I do. He is not you regular Nigerian artiste, he doesn't dress or sing like one, he is unique no one swags a dashiki the way he does, lets just say I will be buying a lot of  that. I even followed him on IG and like almost all his pictures, stalker mode activated. 

Until next time, 
XXXXX,
L.D.

Thursday, 7 May 2015

Exam Over.

Remember that exam I failed?
 I wrote the paper yesterday and It was hands down the best paper I've ever sat in uni. You know that feeling when you get your paper and you turn over the pages and you just can't stop smiling ? Well that was how I felt yesterday, after I was handed the questions, I read through the six questions and picked the four I knew very well , I was very confident on three and was skeptical about the fourth one.

After picking the questioned, I made bullet points of the main arguments, cases, and legislation for each question, I am very confident I passed the exam based on how I answered the questions, I filled up thirteen pages out of a fifteen page answer book but then its quality over quantity and my answers did not lack either.

I was in the exam hall for the three hours of the exam, I never stay that long in an exam hall, once I'm done I'm done, but I used every second wisely and I'm glad I did.
 The devil is a liar, the night before my exam one of the notes I prepared went missing and been the type of person I am , I didn't start studying till the week before , I was familiar with the topic so I left it out and focused on the ones I didn't attend their lectures. I started to panic, but I made bullet points on cases and got to uni early enough to print new notes get important points into my head so I can make the points into an essay and it worked . YAY!!!!

Just thought I should share with you guys since I whined about failing on the blog.

Untl next time,
XXXXX
L.D

Wednesday, 6 May 2015

When I'm Gone.

I often wonder what will happen when I'm gone when I bid farewell to the world and embark on an unknown journey to meet my creator. Thoughts like this often cross my mind after having a bad dream which is very frequent or when someone really young I know dies. I've heard about the death of a lot of young people over the last few years from a classmate to a friend, school mate, people I walked past in the corridors  there was a time in secondary school where a person died from each graduating senior year, a friend of a friend, someone who I've said hello to.

Saturday, 2 May 2015

The Act of Indecent Dressing.

I've always wondered how women can walk around looking almost naked yet feeling comfortable with it.
I've never been one for going out with skimpy clothes, I do have some skirts and dresses that are above the knees, but they stay unworn in the back of the wardrobe, I wore a very questionable leather peplum to the beach and I felt very uncomfortable, had to pull it down ever time I stood up , and when It was my turn to go get drinks my brothers friend took a look at me and told me to sit down.
 I was embarrassed, but I turned a lot of heads, when we switched locations to Waterside I had a guy wait for me outside the toilet since he couldn't approach me in from of the two intimidating men I was with.
He offered to take me out clubbing and I blamed it on the skirt because I was dressed like I belonged in a club.

Sunday, 19 April 2015

My sister.

One Wednesday one of my younger sisters turned 10. She was born on the 15th of April 2005, and like ever family we were happy to happy to have her, I helped my mum look at after her, I was 11 when she was born , but I had responsibilities at that age. At 4 weeks my mum allowed  me give her baths and look after her, I took the night shift when she started crying so mum can get some rest.
When it was time to sit she couldn't, so we assumed she was a late learner , we would put her in the sitting position for months hoping one day she would be able to hold herself up , but it never happened, till date she cannot sit without support.
At age two we found out she has Cerebral Palsy, which affects the developments and movements, my parents were devastated and did everything they could to make her better, bring her from one place to another.


She started physiotherapy, at the age of 5 we were told the C.P affected all her four limbs and she there is very little chance she will ever walk and even if she was to , she has to with support and it would be so difficult for her that she would she would choose not to . I held back the tears as I looked at my mum, my sister sat on her wheelchair smiling not understanding. Till date, I don't think she fully understands her condition.
I'm special, God made me different', she always says. 
I remember once, she was playing with my cousin who is the same age as her.
'I wish I was you so I can have all your stuff', my cousin said.
'No I wish I'm me ', my sister replied. I smiled hearing her answer.
While we are getting ready for school one morning the last born who is also her immediate younger sister looked at her and said ' Why can't we cut of Fola's leg '? I was angry but then I decided to let her finish. 'We can cut off her legs and her new ones that work so she can walk', she continued.
Immediately left what I was doing and went to the bathroom to wipe off the tears that was already rolling down my cheeks.

Her brain did not affect her learning which was a shock to her doctors because people who suffer from this type of C.P she has, alway have something wrong with their brains.
Thank God for that!
With that she can attend a main stream school and she was very happy to hear the news and looked forward to her first day of school.

Over the years we built a strong connection, where she preferred me to my mum since I'm more understanding and much more patient.
Growing up she would rather sleep in my room sharing my single bed so she could spend time with me, whenever there was something wrong my name is the first she calls. We do have our fights and we make up after. The minute I walk in from school she calls me to help out even though they are five or more people there to help her out, but she would rather wait for me if she can. I try to attend as many appointments as I can and when present the doctors direct questions to me instead of my mum.
'I wish you were my mum', she said to me once while we were waiting at the hospital. I looked around to see if any one heard and was glad my mum was not attending the appointment with us.

Now she is 10 and in 3rd class in primary school, she had to repeat a year as her condition affects her school work, since she can barely use her limbs writing takes forever and reading is just as bad, the longer the text the harder it it for her , so she has to go to learning support and is behind other kids in class. That really breaks my heart because I know she is a very smart child, but her condition reduces her ability to perform.

The older she gets the harder it is to look after her, she is getting taller and heavier and I'm getting weaker, at times I wish things we different then I look at her smile and know she is happy .
She the happiest person I know and does not let any manipulate her. I still hope and pray for a miracle but for now I have to focus on reality which means helping her out in any way possible even if it included waking up up to 10 times every night to turn her. She is happy, so I have to be happy for her.

I love my sister and even though it difficult, I'm glad she is my sister because no one can love and take care of her the way I do.
          Here is a picture from her party, she loves playing with makeup so my immediate sister put some on for her.
Until next time.
XXXXX
L.D

Monday, 13 April 2015

Been the other woman : Part 2

You sent him a quick thank you message after you got his number which he replied after a few minutes, then he sent another message thanking you and you replied, once again you forgot about him until he called you a few days later.

You were on a date when he called and you couldn't decide if you should pick up or not, you had picked a call which pissed of you date , you picked up any way , you didn't care how he feels. 
What thirty-two year old man wear shoes with skulls and bones accompanied with distressed jeans and a stone washed shirt with a bedazzled  skull on the back ? EWWWWWWWW!!!!!

Sunday, 12 April 2015

Letter to the future.

Dear future me ,
          A few years from now you will be a greater, stronger woman than you are now, a wife to a man who deserves, respects you , who understands you craziness  , a mother to beautiful kids Awwal and Amal not twins. God no!
Most importantly you will have a career , one you love , one you will feel happy to have every morning that alarm rings . we know that is not the reality but a job of your passion, after years of confusion you would have finally settled for one.

       Do not settle to be a house wife that's so not you, do not get blinded by love or the idea of love that strays you away from your potential and what you have to share with the world. Do not waste away over pots of efo riro, mop sticks and school runs. It will drive you insane and you know it, a man that can not support and invest in your dreams is not worth your while. Stay Away !!!

Thursday, 2 April 2015

A Better Nigeria.

All my life I've been surrounded by politics, I grew up in a family surrounded by politicians. My grandpa may his soul Rest in Peace was an active politician till he took his last breathe, there is a difference between been a rich politician and an influential politician.

He was important enough for people to burn down his house, and make attempts to kill his family, including my mother, grand mother and aunties, but they survived the ordeal and moved.

He was important enough for a well known politician and minster to order a hit for his life, he was well known amongst politicians and his opinions were respected. He didn't go down in history for his work.

My father is also an active politician from been a member of the House of Reps, to a well respected political Godfather in our constituency , he also had several attempts made on his life.

Sunday, 29 March 2015

My Favourite Place.

I finally found my favourite place,
Somewhere my mind can be at peace,
The beach, with him.
His presence makes it better,

The beach,
Golden sand touching my feet,
The way the wind feels between my legs,
The lights from the Marina,

The beach,
The waves slowly drown my thoughts,
This is all better because he is here,
Shared puffs and stolen kisses,

I found my favourite place,
The beach,
The cold rocks numbing my pain,
Just because he is there to share.

This is my first time trying out poetry, hope you guys like it.

Friday, 27 March 2015

I'm Back.

Hi guys,
I know I've been away for so long and I have no reasonable excuse for not posting. As some of
you know I'm not in college this year so I have a lot of time on my hands, I tried getting a job and the one I was offered was not good enough. I spent eight hours on my 21st birthday in the kitchen of an otel , not eating meals a sexy chef was making or acting out some fantasy but washing plates.

 Yes I repeat, washing plates!!.
Plates would have been al-right but I had to wash every kitchen equipments, pots, pans, oven trays you name it, at the end of the eight hour shift my back was sore and my hand looked so different, you know how your hand gets after its been in water for way too long.
So I decided the job was not for me, I didn't go back the day after, but  I did enjoy my birthday.


I turned 21 on the 1st of December 2014 and my mum was nice enough to have a dinner get together for me and my friends, considering the fact that  I was ignoring her and not talking to her. Yoruba parents can be so annoying at times and I think when God created the committee of annoying mothers she was first in line so she was granted the position of worlds most frustrating mother but I love her all the same.

This post is not a rant about my mother, as a matter a fact I really don't know what its about, but back to where I stopped on the first paragraph. Since I had a lot of time on my hand , pops called and told me to come help him out at home, since his wife was away, the maids were gone and his stock in the freezer was slowly decreasing . I took the offer without thinking and was on the plane to Lagos in no time with two boxes full of all what my mother  could put together since I cleared out my wardrobe and had nothing but jumpers left .
My mother can pack, choii.!

I watched as she folded, rolled , squeezed and stuffed things in different angles of the box and imagined how much fun I was going to have back home. I was looking forward to every thing most especially the new guy I was talking to, a military officer Yes Lord!!!

Ah well things didn't go as planned. I spent three months in Lagos cooking for my dad, working with him , which involves sitting in a booth at Marina car park and handing out to tickets to the most annoying and impatient people I've ever met.

Nigerians can vex sha, no chill button what so ever.

 Also going to companies to look for clients, the rest of my free times I spent reading novels , eating red velvet, going to the beach, meeting new people some better than others, going to parties every now and again and also some activities I'd rather not share on the blog.
And I drove too, Omg .
Remember my rant about driving in Abuja?
I will  leave the rant out this time , all I can say is that the little bit of sanity I had left has been distributed all over the roads in Lagos, and that 3rd mainland bridge is so scary, but I made it out alive and I cant wait to go back.
More stories about my trip coming soon.
I hope that sums it all up and at least give you all a reason to come back.
My first time tying gele.  
Some of the books I read while I was home, I purchase my books from a book store at the Adeniran Ogunsanya mall in Lere, its called Patabah, their prices are reasonable.

That's all for now,
Until next time,
XXXXX
L.D

Wednesday, 25 March 2015

Been The Other Woman.

You never thought you would know what it feels like been the other woman. You remembered the day you met him, you went to his office with someone that knows his girl, immediately you noticed the outspoken young man.

People were having their usual political debate as the 2015 elections was closing in, You knew better than to engage in a political conversation , you had no opinion on Nigeria politics , well none you would like to share .

Like Brymo said in one of his songs " We are to young to matter, too old to bother".

After waiting for hours, the person you came with was been attended to and he used that opportunity to introduce himself and you was very impressed by his courage and the way he sounded, eloquent, confidence, he was well dressed , smelt good and cute too. 
What more can a single girl want?

None of the usual designer Sklesache AKA Versace from head to toe over kill.

Kerching!!!!!
You left a few minutes after and you forgot about him, well until you ended up at his office a few weeks later with the same person and on the same mission which had nothing to do with you , you were just helping some one out. 
Quick handshake. 
' Hello'.
'Hello' .
You went about your business, trying to read a newly purchased novel , but you couldn't make it past the first paragraph , he had nothing to do with it, it was just a badly written book. You cursed under your breathe dreading driving during rush hour traffic to the book store in Surulere.  

The book was too boring for one to pretend to  read, so you had no other choice but to listen to the political conversations. Once again he held the floor like an actor on Broadway speaking so passionately about the Country. 

Time moved fast as you listened, then it was time to go. Once again you forgot about him until you found out he was attending your dads  birthday party, you felt he was just another guest so you paid no attention to the fact he was coming. 

Once again you forgot about him till you saw him walking up the stairs. No!!! It was not a Cinderella moment. 
You went about attending to the guests, he made nice comments about how you looked but you paid no attention to it. 
The party went on and you continued to play host, until you noticed his seat was empty, you were too tired to bother so you made a mental note to get his contact. 

                             *********** T.B.C ***************
Oya e don do! 
You don't expect me to give it all away in one post, especially when I've been away for so long. Yes I'm back in the land of great internet connection, but I miss Lagos, went home for three months and I have a lot of stories to share with you guys. 

That's all for now,
Until next time.
XXXX 
L.D