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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
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  1. BlogorattiMonday, August 03, 2015

    Seems like you are having great fun. Have a wonderful month and best wishes!

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