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HOLIDAYS.

Hi guys,
So I've been in Lagos for the last three weeks and it has been nothing but chaos, I was very excited for this holiday but everything seems to be going out of control and I scared of the consequences of my actions.
 As usual, I have a lot of ideas about what to do in my head, I had plans to write a lot more since my stories are mostly written about Nigerian characters and the cities I've visited in the country. I wanted to update my cv in order to start looking for a new job when I get back to Dublin, I also wanted to learn how to use excel properly and also learn other tools that will make my job search easier and increase of getting a better job.

I've done fuck all since I got here and it's a bit annoying. I'm not lazying around or partying, I had plans to party, three weddings scheduled for the week I arrived, I had my outfits picked and planned for each one and I didn't even attend any. I was so busy running errands for my parents and somewhere down the line I lost interest or I was too exhausted to attend.

My face struggles with the weather in Lagos a lot, I started breaking out the next day, I've been trying to get my face back to normal, I tried to avoid products I use every now and again which I noticed it was bleaching my face. This led me to order from a certain organic brand which made my skin worse, I had rashes all over my face and I had to deal with people asking what's wrong with my face. This is very embarrassing because of a lot Nigerians do not know how to mind their business and feel they have a say.

I had issues with the police three days after I got in, I was stopped by a traffic warden who requested my license and the particulars of the vehicle. The car I drove was one of the cars at home and I didn't bother checking, my temporary license expired almost two years ago and I genuinely had plans to get it sorted out.

Nigerian police officers have an aggressive approach when stopping drivers and there is usually signs of anger and jealousy, they shouted and I ended up at the station, I was allowed to go after a few calls were made. The officer who insisted on bringing me in went from rude and aggressive to friendly because she wanted money which is standard behaviour.
I also had a run with officers from the same station three weeks after.

I haven't prayed since I got here and this is a huge setback from my normal routine, I've been drinking non-stop since I got here, there is something about this city that makes me drink every day. I need at least a glass of wine or a shot of something stronger to help me function.
Sex is also another issue, been a Muslim requires abstaining if you are unmarried but I'm back in the same city as my man after five months apart and best believe I'm going to catch up on everything I've missed. A cleansing ritual bath (Janabah ) is needed after sex in order to pray but I've only done this twice since I got here and also prayed Fajr twice.
This has me asking myself a lot of questions.
Will I struggle with prayers when I get married?
Is my relationship putting a strain on my connection with God?
Do I need to abstain and stay celibate until I get married?
How can I balance a sexual relationship and life as a practising Muslim?

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L.D

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