I was with the doctor yesterday (not my personal doctor), but it was my first time meeting him. He called me by my Igbo name and asked if he said it right. I said yes. Honestly, he did a great job, considering that he's American. Then he asked me where I'm from, and I proudly said Nigeria. The doc then responded by saying, "Oh, wow, you speak really good English." I don't know what my face looked like (since I couldn't see it), but I imagine that my eyebrows were raised defensively and my lips Read More
Journal #4: April 2015
Welcome to May. In March of this year, I had a car accident. I know what you're thinking: how come I didn't mention it in when I did my March journal in the beginning of April? Well, I typed up my journal on March 30th (and scheduled it for April 1st) because I was confident that I knew how my month would go. Clearly, I was wrong. On Tuesday, March 31st, I was happily driving back home from hanging out with my coworkers, and then bam! It happened. I was disoriented for a couple Read More
My Weekend Recount: Uju’s Drunken Birthday
First of all, I owe you an apology for being so quiet last week. I was exhausted. Not tired, but exhausted. One thing is clear, I am way too old for this. Let me tell you about my weekend. Oh, and if it isn't clear, this weekend recount isn't from the weekend that just finished, but from the other weekend (April 17th to April 19th). Uju came in from Texas on Wednesday, so my weekend technically started on Thursday. Thursday: Uju came over to my house with Ibukun. We hung out for hours until Read More
What Buhari’s Election Means To Me
Although I was aware of what was going on during the election, I was not actively or purposely following it. But it was hard to miss it. Everywhere I turned, there was one update or the other with the #NigeriaDecides. I read views from both PDP and APC supporters. I read about the infamous debate between the youths representing both parties. Igwe started to watch the video, but I just could not be bothered. Maybe it's my lack of political wisdom, but I did not understand why people who would Read More
Journal #3: March 2015
Welcome to April. And just like that, March, too, is over. March was an eventful month. For starters, Igwe and I became god parents to Solachi's 3rd baby, Amaka. See her pictures and read about it HERE. Unlike February that sped past me with a blur, March had a number of days where all I wanted to do was stay in bed. I didn't want to work. I didn't want to blog. I didn't want to do anything. There were times that I didn't want to take a shower sef, and I cannot confirm or deny if I Read More