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Something horrible happened to me recently. Turns out it is one of my 2021 highlights Quite a lengthy read tho... I was all packed to leave for Brighton from London. Had one piece of luggage and a backpack, with my purse hanging in front of me. Got on the bus, then on a train and then landed at the National rail station to board to Brighton. It would take 8mins for the train to arrive so I sat on a waiting chair where a young man was already seated, greeted him with a smile and sat beside him, with my backpack on the middle seat separating us. Train arrived and I jumped on it, sat on a seat beside the toilet but decided to move to another cos of how close it was to the toilet. My earphones were plugged in throughout most of the journey. One & half hours into the journey we arrived at Brighton and people were already stood up waiting to alight, I noticed my backpack was missing.😳🤯 Scurried over and under my seat, see if it was there, but no, it wasn’t. Left...
My hand luggage and backpack were meticulously packed for the journey, and since they were pretty portable, I decided to keep them with me instead of getting them checked in. On arrival at security checks, I was asked to declare all my liquids, and with a clean conscience, I brought out all my deodorants, perfumes, body lotion, liquid soap, toothpaste, makeup foundation, etc... It took me by surprise when, at once, the immigration officer gathered together all the above items (excluding one of the smallest bottles of my perfume) and said to me: “we’ll have to trash these”. 😳 You said…? I asked him like I didn’t hear him quite well the first time. And he firmly repeated himself: “We’ll have to put these ones in the bin”, he paraphrased. At that point, I was like “trash”? “Bin”? What’s the relationship between my newly purchased body cream and the bin? I really wasn’t clear what he meant and why for goodness sake he’ll want to shove all my stuff in the bin. Maybe the...
E don tay wey we dey hear the story, so I decided to have my share of the whole paparazzi experience. My Christmas celebration was kinda different this year away from fam but fun all the same. Didn’t plan on spending it differently until an impromptu call for my presence came from the Federal Neuro Psychiatric hospital in Calabar as they planned a celebration for the #ONEBIGFAMILY and needed me to be part of it. Next morning headed straight to AKTC park and after a long hectic 7hrs journey, gbam! I landed in Calabar. Oh lawd! You can imagine the journey in this festive season when ills and accidents are recorded, lemme not just bore u with my encounter with the driver whose plan was to make me run my innocent battery down with music banging in my earpiece as he blasted us with so so ibo songs back to back Long story cut short I landed Cally (Calabar) safe and sound, no scratch. The story Kon worwor as
As you arrive to study in the UK this September, here are a few clues to keep in mind: 1. Have your jackets with you even though it’s summer! It is better to have one and not need it than to need one and not have it. Because you can find summer, winter, and autumn, in one day; There’s nothing as unpredictable as a BRITISH WEATHER! Escalators in some London train stations 2. Just immediately after you alight the plane you’ll be met with long-ass escalators which looks like they’re taking you to heaven. Some of you may already be familiar with them, some may not, and just like me, you may develop a phobia for escalators and feel like you’re gonna fall down when you place your first foot on it, but don’t worry, it’ll soon become your friend. Stratford Coach Station, London. 3. You’ll begin to hear phrases like "get a coach"! Don’t look clueless! It’s just another way of saying “get a bus”. Speaking about buses, don’t forget to pres...
So I’ve always wanted to model, to be on a billboard, do fashion, makeup, or something. It’s a passion I had low-key. Not because of the cliched assumption that “every tall slim girl should be a model”, but because I loved myself so much, and wished to put myself out there. This pushed me to apply to many modeling agencies back in Nigeria. I applied left, right and center, but with no luck. Though I had reservations. And my reservations were that I didn’t fancy bikini modeling or pageantry. I knew what I wanted, so I just kept pitching and reaching out to loads and loads of agencies, but without any success. So one day, I found an advert on a billboard, by a modeling agency calling for models. I showed up on the day of the audition amongst many other young girls, but I got turned down because I asked questions. Lol Here’s how it happened: So after the audition, I was selected. And part of the process required filling some forms and signing off a contract. I sat down...
Naso I carry myself go Lagos o, invited for an occasion and boom Lagos here I come. Tired, famished and burned out from the crazy journey yet I was saddled with the yoke of dragging my baggage along my shoulder. Switching the load from one shoulder to another. The bag heavy eh! Girls with load! Ask me watin I carry sef? Only my makeup kit took like half of the bag before you talk of clothes and shoes and towel and all the other hodgepodge. I was literally dragging my own luggage as if I was carrying the sins of the whole wide world on my poor shoulders. Pity me! So I moved with the text description of the venue on my phone which I showed to the taxi driver since It was an unfamiliar address. He then dropped me at a particular junction and pointed eastwards advising me to cross over and take a stroll down since my destination was just a stone’s throw. I heeded and walked down the road but discovered that I've still not gotten there. I stopped to ask someone else and he to...
One of the proudest things I’ve done in my life is resigning from a toxic work environment. I once worked with this Start-up organization, where the CEO was a real bossy boss. He was walking in his “CEO shoes” every day of his life, he was so obsessed with achieving his dream for his org that he cared less about his employees! We would use our personal emails and our personal mobile number to reach out to clients. I remember suggesting that a work phone should be provided for me because the clients were beginning to encroach on my personal space, but I was told off and tagged a complainer. In so many ways we were going out of our way to help him achieve his goals for his organization, yet these sacrifices meant nothing to him. He kept demanding more. He’d give us tasks that encroached into our weekends even though working weekends wasn’t part of our employment contract, and when we fell short of delivery he’d scold us so harshly, making us feel like ...
Looking for an apartment in London is like looking for a life partner. Very similar characteristics: You’ll see the one with a good location: proximity to market, bus station, etc, but has a tiny tiny room. 🤦🏻♀️ If you eventually find one of good size, the rent price will be enough to buy land in your home country! If you say you should go for a shared apartment to save cost, you will see the one with too many flatmates (4-7 people under one roof)! With a high tendency of noise and discord! And I don’t recommend this if you’re a student! You will also see the one that has only one bathroom (with like 7 Flatmates sharing it), and you’ll literally have to queue to shower! You will also find houses where flatmates have pets—pets that’ll be sharing the kitchen with you 😥 . And if you’re someone like me who has a phobia for animals, you’re finished! It’s just so difficult to find one that ticks all the boxes, especially if you’re on a budget: Space, locatio...
Progress Oberiko with Tuface Idibia Episode 5 After the fire was arrested, there came Tubaba(TuFace Idibia)! Eeeeeeeeey! As Tubaba burst out, na once the area scatter two seconds. This time the smoke was oozing from the audience with much love as Tubaba savaged his long lived song "African Queen"! Everybody singing along with cameras in the air. High spirit! As soon as he finished, he left the stage in style and trust me the curious rabbit, I followed. You suppose know na! Lol. Oya o, two seconds, selfie mode activated. I followed him back to back even tho his thugs where being protective. I grabbed his hand, Chai his flesh was so soft, e be like say he dey drink baby oil. Chai! Abeg the guy frosh! I took several shots o as he moved in a fast pace. When he finally got to his car I retired and went back to the stage. Only to check the pictures I took with him came out blurry... Sheeeeezus! Village people o... Only one out of the dozen of pictures I took came...
The just-completed Global Reporting Summit organized by One World Media on 12.20.21 with the Theme: “Who Gets to Tell The Story ?” was one of the most brilliant conferences I’ve attended this year, bringing key global issues to the table. It was my first time meeting and listening to Moky Makura a Middle East Contributor and CEO of Africa No Filter . I really admired how insightful her speech was and it left me extremely inspired. Moky spoke about “How influential the media is in creating and changing narratives”. Once I saw the topic I didn’t think twice before buying the ticket to attend the event because I felt this was one interesting issue that needed to be talked about more often. Moky began her speech with two interesting questions: When I say Africa, what comes to your mind? What influences your perspective about Africans? And she went ahead to highlight, based on her organisation’s research, some factors that influence the way people think and sp...
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