Away and Away!

Perhaps I had to travel this far to find someone who likes Rora by Reekado Banks like me. I think the song is magic, who ever made the beat can take all the money in my back accounts – except my piggyvest money sha.

The man at the park at Umuahia sang the song with the gusto most of us reserve for our bathrooms, he also couldn’t speak a word of Yoruba and it showed in the way he mangled the Yoruba words, but did he care kwanu?

Carter Bridge Adventures.

When I was a child, I loved going to the market with my mother, it wasn’t until my second year at Uniben when I went to Uselu market with Rosemary that I understood why some people hated going to the market with their mother.

Rora… Careful… Easy…

There are three places where I can start this post from, three of them tug at me and it didn’t seem fair to let one win and have the other two sulk in a corner. So, I chose a neutral paragraph to begin the post and that is what you’re reading now.

Lekki Conservation Centre Diaries.

Hi guys, So this weekend I visited the Lekki Conservation Center LCC with my friend and colleague Ngozi, we had a blast… well, mostly. And I’m here to give you the full gist and pictures and videos…

The Walker

I begin my walk at the street that’s directly opposite ‘work’ and the Coca-Cola woman says ‘good morning’ with a huge smile on seeing me, it is the same smile that greets me when I come to buy Coca-Cola from her. I do not quite like that smile and how she brings out the Coca-Cola and gets the exact change to the two-headed naira note folded in my purse, while I am still saying ‘good morning’. Accepting an addiction to Coca-Cola is one thing but it is the nonchalance about predicting my choices that annoys me. Never mind that my brothers believe they can quote my thoughts on any subject or how friends I haven’t seen in years know to have dodo and Coca-Cola when I visit, I just do not like to think that I am predictable.

The only thing to fear…

They called it scaling, it was an almost seamless operation with one girl astride the old tank holding a bucket to scoop water. Other girls would carry buckets on their heads waiting to fill them with the scooped water and they would carry the buckets to the small clearing where there were perhaps hundreds of buckets, they would exchange the buckets of water for empty buckets while the girls appointed to keep watch over the water stood silently and menacingly.