Daddy’s big gal

Last week I dreamt that my tab got crushed by an unseen force, I wept like a baby in that dream sha. Since then however I’ve had this irrational fear that my tab would get broken for real, relaxing has been hard. I’ve come to realise just how important the tablet is to me, I browse with it, my bbm’s on it and my major whatsapp account too. Loosing it would hurt badly, I hope it never happens.
My dad read my blog today, he even left a comment! Feels kinda strange though, did he read ‘Doubt’? What does he think?
I saw this picture of Basket Mouth on Facebook, he said its thirteen years ago. How time flies! Remember when I used to watch him on Nta2 this morning, I think he used to come with Holy Mallam.

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This picture is a true depiction of the saying ‘no condition is permanent’
Four posts in one day, Whoop! I’m officially combustible. Tomorrow is Easter Sunday, have a fabulous celebration

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Whatever happened to Mr Biggs?

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The two people in mufti are not paying customers, what does that tell you? A Mr Biggs outlet in the heart of Lagos island has no customer apart from this “beauty queen” on Easter Saturday by 3pm. What could be wrong? The economy? Other fast food places round here are busy, trust me. The location? Like I said, heart of Lagos island. The food? It’s terrible I agree but no worse than most other places. I feel so sad for them.
Mr Biggs was a huge part of my childhood, the promise of a trip there was enough to stop any tantrum, quench vats of tears… You get the drift. The snacks were delicious and fresh and the atmosphere was ‘thrilling’ I loved the booths, Obinna and I would play footsie and smile like loons. The snacks are no longer delish, the doughnut I had was tough and the jam was MIA, the Chicken Supreme seemed to be dating the microwave, that’s probably the only way to explain the number of times it must have visited the microwave. I do hope I don’t get tummy trouble, the last time I had food this bad, I spent the night in the hospital.
UAC should do something about Mr Biggs, if they can’t restore it to its past glory, they should shut down! No stories. Nostalgia brought me here today, don’t think I’ll come back.
PS The Mr Biggs at Bode Thomas isn’t half bad though but they never have change.

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Vegan in NIgeria

I’m still at Freedom park, have been skulking around, some people are looking at me with me suspicion.  O! Nigeria!  When will it be well with you again. I’m sure I’m tingling their insecurity antennas. Sad!
I’m hungry and looking for pizza, went to one of the shops here, the price chased me. However I’m intrigued by one of the shops here though, It caters for vegans and vegetarians. When I was nine I wanted to be a vegetarian, my mum quickly disabused me of that idea, but my fascination for that lifestyle remained. Do you think it’s possible to be truly Vegan in Nigeria? And not be a billionaire ooo. Methinks not. The shop has a vegan hall of fame, vegan celebs from Bill Clinton to Ellen DeGeneres, not one nigerian was on that wall. Nuff said
Diamond Bank is sponsoring something here, I think it’s the art and culture thingy. Please tell them to sponsor my life, 5 hundred k per month, I’d give them their money’s worth. Help me spread the word, you never know whose ears it might fall into
Finally I was so impressed by women who own stalls in the Park (the stalls are the former jail cells) they were discussing nigerian politics when I passed them, their points were so rational and logical that I was tempted to check if they were really women and not drag queens, Yep! I said it! Nigerian women aren’t bastions of rationality and logic.

Freedom Park

I haven’t put up any post in a while, not due to lack of inspiration though, afterall I have four posts in my draft folder but because I haven’t been able to finish any. I’ve always been able to conceptualize but execution and conclusion always trips my flights.
Anyway I’m under a tree (Pride of Barbados) and writing this, the tree’s located in Freedom Park. I like the place and it’s rather peaceful today. There’s an African art festival going on and today’s the beauty pageant, yes your girl is contesting! I can imagine the look of horror on your face right now. Chill! That kind of LSD isn’t available in Naija. It’s so peaceful here right now but some people are threatening to disturb the peace with their Yoruba argument, Mtcheeeeew.
Will bring you pictures later, let me enjoy my basking in the shade first.

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