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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...
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...
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...
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
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...
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...
(P.S: I've gat a message for you with this picture but first first, lemme throwback with this episode while you wait for the next) Remember that year na, old school days which began in Army day Secondary School, Effurun Delta State. Strictly on low cut, the screening dey start from assembly ground, das where you see teachers evoking hidden scissors ✂️ from their pockets to disgracefully shave students hair. They go roaming the assembly ground digging their fingers into the depths of our hair, as a matter of fact if your hair passes a certain level, be sure to have a free shave all the way. Supposing the 'free shave' was a decent one, wahala for nor dey, but the opposite was the case. Once you fall prey and the scissors lands on your head no amount of prayer can save you. The teacher leaves a straight route like the one leading from Warri to Ijebu Ode, with potholes to spice it up . Chai some teachers wicked! He does it in a way that no manner of amendment can...
Dear African/Asian parents, Let your kids be kids! Stop over-cautioning your kids in public! Stop expecting them to behave like adults by sitting still in church. They can’t! They just can’t! because they’re kids, and kids have a higher level of adrenaline and a high level of energy! This is what you call “restlessness”, and it is normal! Unlike adults, kids live in the moment! Instead of sitting in one place, they’ll like to jump around, they’ll like to touch things and explore, they’ll come asking you so many questions, etc, stop cautioning them when they behave this way! Answer the questions you can, and let them know you’ll get back to them with the other answers if you don’t know what it is! Make them feel loved and understood, instead of shouting at them for behaving like kids! 🤷🏾♀️ Cuddle them, run your hands through their hair, and leave them with kisses! it is not “over-pampering” as you’d call it, but rather, I’d like to call it “tolerance in...
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