Hello all, sorry I have not updated in a few days, but I have been going through a change, yes, I have turned from fully human (it think I was at one time) to part fish. I have grown gills and fins, to survive naija. Over the last few days, we have had rain, which automatically means that my area of work and living is surrounded by water.
While all of you probably think that all I do is complain about naija, I have to say that naija has its good points, it is just not basic living facilities. Naija has my family, most of them, it has new friends I made in camp and at work (yes I am capable of making friends in Nigeria thank you very much). Naija has the new clubs I have discovered where you can LOUNGE if you wish to and dance if that is your wish, Naija has all these hot, hot, steaming guys that I have found, and for the first time in my life I am getting crushes. I know I am too old for crushes, but damn, they seem to be making them foiner down here. Regardless of all of the above, Naija has my mother and her cooking. I say this despite the fact that I think it is that woman’s mission in life to drive me bonkers.
It is now going on 8 months since I have been in Nigeria, and looking back, I cannot believe I have survived so far. Most of the time, I seem to be covered in mosquito bites, because I live and work in Lekki, so you know that should even a bit of rain fall we are inundated with the nasty little buggers. The rest of the time I am missing all my friends in England, shoe shopping at House of Fraser, going to Starbucks, wandering around Borders, watching 5 movies back to back, you know the usual things.
Despite all this, I have been having a wonderful time in naija , my usual run of old men hitting on me is ongoing - I call it a usual run, because there is no place in the world I go where some dirty old man does not ask if I’m a prossie. No I do not look or dress like one (all the time), but I have yet to find a place on this earth that I have been to that this proposition is not made to me. Either way should I ever decide to go with an Aristo, (rich men who like youngish legal girlies) I can say with head held high there are many men who would do my bidding. The only problem with that is my mother and father knows everybody in Nigeria, and if I am not related to them in some obscure way, they probably went to school with my parents. Sad or what.
On the flip side of oldies but goodies, I have been crushing and have been crushed by some foine young men (yes they are legal). I don’t know what it is, but when I was in England, most of the guys I dated were Spanish, French, and Brazilian - yes they were all white. But since arriving back to Nigeria, all I see are these hot black guys, all hues of brown, sharp faces, ambition, righteous brothers who are just too much for my sensitive little heart, and I am crushing like mad. If you’re good, I might break out the champale (yes it’s like champagne only paler) do like a glamour puss and tell you all about them in every little individual detail……… but that would bore even me, so you are saved the hardship of reading and me of writing.
So what else is going on in my life other than guys, NYSC and lack of light…. Let me think…….well I am still working, I have discovered La Cachette (oh v chi chi), and I have been to this new club Jazz Sessions, which is kinda cool, and that’s about all. Walliah this is the truth of my life, I NEED TO GET A LIFE!!!!
I have no life, all I do every day is wake up, go to work and sleep. On weekends; I make the hazardous trip back to Ikeja to see my parents like a good little girly then make my way back up to Lekki on Monday. I have got to go get a life, having said this, I am dumping you guys for a few days but don’t get cocky, I will be back, I just have to go find my fun. See you’ll l8r……….
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