The faded gold car I had seen earlier pulled up next to me.
‘Sister, where you dey go?’ the driver of the car said. He seemed to be in his late-thirties.
I looked at him and his car in confusion, not sure if he was a cab driver or just someone who wanted to give me a lift. It was a 2-door sports car, you see, a rarity for taxis in Abuja. With skepticism, I told him where I was going. He turned out to be a cab driver; we settled on a price and I got in. Reggae music was playing from his car speakers and he was excessively bubbly and chatty. I rolled my eyes internally.
Oh God, he’s one of those people. I don’t need this today, abeg.
Unfortunately, he was so blissfully unfazed by my silence and would not stop talking. Eight or so minutes into the journey, I received a phone call and was thankful for the distraction, albeit a momentary one. After I hung up, the driver turned on the air conditioner.
‘Make I on A.C for you,’ he said. ‘E be like say your body dey hot…’ Continue reading “The Pursuit of Happy-ness: A Cab Ride, Lucky Dube and a Major Life Lesson”
Mummy, I want to be rich when I grow up.
OK, but not too rich sha, so that you will find husband quick. You don’t want to be like Aunty Peace who was chasing money and now, at 43, she’s still not married.
I like that car. I want to buy it.
Ahn aahhn! You’re not married yet nah. You want to chase men away with that machine?
I just bought land. I want to build a block of flats on it.
Hmm…OK. But make sure the guy you marry doesn’t know though. So he doesn’t feel intimidated and threatened. Continue reading “Woman, You Can Be More”
You’re at the airport and your flight to India is for 9:40 a.m. You’re checked in, just waiting to board. At 8:40 a.m, the call to board is heard so you make your way to the gate, and after your boarding pass is checked, you head to the hallway leading to your plane. You enter the aircraft, get settled in and wait for take off. Not long after, you’re India-bound. Everything is going as planned. You’ve been looking forward to this journey for months, especially after all the planning and saving. In just over ten hours, you would’ve reached your destination. You can’t wait. The taste of authentic samosas is almost tangible on your tongue and you picture the number of saris you would be coming back home with. You sigh in contentment and relax.
A while into the journey, though, an announcement is made via the flight PA system. Continue reading “Managing Life’s Diversions, Like A Boss”
Guess who turned 30 on Monday? If you said me, you got it right. Whaaaatttt?!! *doing the milly rock*
Note: In real life I can’t do that dance to save my life but anything is possible online, right? Right? No? OK, then; moving on!
So, how does it feel to be 30? Hmm…I honestly feel great. Life is a gift and I’ve always tried not to be that person who obsesses over the things that haven’t been achieved. I make sure to count my blessings. There’s always something to be thankful for and I’m genuinely grateful to God for the gift of life. It’s easy to put yourself down after you realise that all the things you’ve wanted to achieve by a certain point in your life are yet to be. Continue reading “30 Things I’ve Learned In Thirty Years”
Gba, gba, gba! Gbim, gbim! GBIM!
Those were the sounds coming from our neighbour’s compound when I walked into my bedroom. They were the typical, annoying noises associated with construction works. It had been that way all week! One of the windows in my bedroom was right next to the fence that separated our houses so I was ‘blessed’ with the noise every time I went in. My sister was seated on the bed, watching Black-ish, I think, on her laptop, when I told her I was going to write about them for my blog.
‘Ahn’, my sister replied, confused. ‘What can you possibly want to write about them?’ Continue reading “A Very Good Place To Start”
Hellooooo! If you missed the first part of Life Is But A Journey, please catch up then join us here.
I had sent off my application during the Christmas holidays with the hopes that my passport would be returned to me just in time to start my International Foundation course in January of the next year. I was so confident I would get that visa. Continue reading “Life Is But A Journey (Part 2)”