Abakaliki... My New Home. 🏘

 It's over a year since I posted anything here even though I've been writing on my note pad and just saving. I've almost forgotten how to write anything you know😢😢. So much has happened this past year, and i don't even know where to start sharing from. I just feel putting down my experiences and thoughts have helped me get through some tough times, because I've come here severally to just read and smile at some of my writings. 

That's one of my reasons for writing down my thoughts..

Anyway, Abakaliki is now my new home, whether I like it or not. And i will write in details about the processes that led to me being here now. I think I posted last here in June or July🤔, and since then it's been one journey or the other. I was in Bauchi this minute, and the next minute I found myself in Kano, then Lagos for a few months and finally Ebonyi State. I can't say it's been a smooth ride or an easy move, but I won't lie😎, I've enjoyed every aspect of this movement and experience.

I now work in a different organisation, completely and totally different from the one I was with before so I'm kind of restricted in the kind of things I share or put out there, another reason why I've been Mia for longer this time. You will get to find out in due course. 

So this is me saying welcome back to your safe place, writing💓. Oya let's clap👏🙉🤓...

Travel Chronicles: Gombe

Sorry guys, I've been mia for a while. My apologies please 😍😍.

Gombe.

This man pissed me off eh. The bike man. He was a bit elderly so I controlled myself from lashing out as I felt.

I agreed with the driver from bauchi Park that he was going to take me to the park where I was to get another car going to my destination, in Gombe. So we get to Gombe Town.

Town is so beautiful 💕, street lights and very beautiful round abouts everywhere. I was tempted to spend the night but I had another bus to catch. I was still lost in the sights of the place, oohing and aahing when a passenger mentioned he wanted to alight.

The driver drops him and this man come and starts shouting the name of the town in Borno I was going to. The driver asks him if he's leaving now, assuming the man had a small vehicle to do the intrastate travel, and he says yes.
Before I get down from the bus I ask him again if he's leaving any moment, he says yes. All these while I just assumed his car was parked very close. It was getting late, and it's not advisable to travel late in the North. Some northern states still have curfews and do not allow any cars past their check points at that time. I was going to Borno which had curfew so you can understand my hurry.

I get down and follow this man, frantically looking for his car.

'Oga abeg hurry up. Where's the car? I hope there are passengers already?'

By this time my bus already left.

This man just took me to where a bike was parked and told me to get on.

'Oga I am not understanding. I thought you said you are leaving now? '

'Eh. Yes na. Na the bike be this. I go take you go the park wey you go enter motor'. He told me.

To say I was pissed off is putting it lightly🤦‍♀️.
Why the hell did you make me get down from that bus? That bus driver was supposed to take me to the park! Why convince me to get down here for you to now take me to where I was originally going to? I was livid😡!

'Oga what's this na? Why did you let me drop here? I was going there already.. 😒What's all these? How far is it sef?'

'It's not far. Just get on let me carry you there sharp sharp.'

He didn't even apologise, but instead was claiming the bus wouldn't have gotten there. And that every person going to that particular town had to drop on the way and take a bike to the park.

Some other guys around saw us arguing and came around. One of the guys who was a bit literate tried to make peace and explained. He apologised and told me most people dropped along the way too if the bus was delaying. We agreed, I and the bike man, and he finally took me to the park. The 'not - so - far place he described that I thought was less than ten minutes turned out to be another long and annoying trip on it's own. And worst mistake, we didn't agree on a price before leaving so that caused another issue again.

To say my mood was spoilt is putting it lightly. Luckily for me I was the second to last passenger to complete the vehicle as it was already getting late to travel.

Moral of the story should be,😒🤔 follow the driver to the park next time. (I guess)
But finally I look forward to visiting Gombe properly. The town is really fine. 😍

Image was taken as soon as I got to my destination.  😍

Travel Chronicles : Owerri

On a good day, Port Harcourt to Owerri should be about a 100+ km. It should take a public bus one hour and thirty  minutes to get there and for a private vehicle, it should take less than that. But for the number of annoying and very unnecessary checkpoints on the road.
 With a throwing distance from each other, it takes more than 2 hours to travel to your destination. Haba!

You have the Police, SARS, Mopol, Army, Road Safety and others I don't even know their aim on that road, each with their own check points. Aside from the touts that fight over N50 or more to be collected from these drivers each time they pick a passenger along their road, the drivers still have to settle each check point as it passes. Why is this so?

Please, I do wonder how much they are even making as drivers, that they have to spend a good amount of their earnings on the road just for the uniformed men to allow them pass?. (Mind you, this is not part of their job)
And it's not a one off settlement o!

Each time these drivers pass that road, they have to drop at least N50 for each check point. I didn't remember to count them but if I'm not exaggerating, we passed more than 20 check points on our road, and the driver was made to settle more than 90% of them. The other ones he could escape he had to lie about giving their counterparts at the back. This is so wrong.

And with the recent lack of professionalism from these uniformed men, where we have read about shooting unarmed civilians for no known reason, the drivers are scared to even refuse them for fear of being shot at if they try to escape.

What's wrong with our institutions as a whole? Where or how can these things be corrected? It's disheartening!

Ps: picture was taken in front of the church I was sent out of in Owerri. Story for another day 🥂.

My Travel Chronicles : Port Harcourt

When I got into pH, the car park I came with was directly opposite this very beautiful green park. I looked for the sign post and I saw 'pleasure park' as the name. Immediately my brother came to pick me I asked him what the place was for, he said just hang out. I made a mental note in my mind to make sure I visit the before leaving.

I did visit, with a friend, and I think it's one of the high points of my stay in ph. The place is so serene, GREEN and very beautiful.

As I was even walking into the park, this white lady stopped and said 'hello, excuse me... '

'Yes? Hello ma '

'Yes you are' she said smiling. I was lost, and I'm sure the expression on my face said the same. And she laughed a very low laugh and looked at my shirt.

On it was written 'YOU ARE AWESOME', and my heart swelled and my face bubbled with laughter and joy as I gladly replied her 'thank you ma'...

I felt even happier with just that single compliment from a stranger, and loved the shirt more. It was a gift, even though big I loved wearing it everywhere. I smiled all through my walk in the park, and as she passed me severally with the children she came with I kept smiling. To me, my day was made!

One of my love languages is words of affirmation, and knowing this, I'm very receptive when I'm complimented. Call it vain, I don't know. But that's me 😋.

I notice one faster when they say the nicest things to me, or even those around me. You might say I don't do well with criticism, I also love those, but let it be constructive and we are good.

Pleasure park was and still is a refreshing place for me, I hope to visit there again when I come back here. I wish something like this can be created for those in the North. 🤔😩😩😩

My Travel Chronicles: Bauchi

Travelling in the North is quite different from travelling in the east. In the North, especially the North East, there's a flat demarcation.

Ladies or women don't sit with the men, it's like a silent law or something. I grew up in the North but somehow didn't inculcate some of these traditions, so I usually have issues at the bus parks with their conductors when they tell me where to sit, which is mostly uncomfortable.

My most recent experience was when I was traveling from Bauchi to Borno state, I didn't tell my mum of course, till I came back. (She would have killed me) 🙄🙄.

I got to the park late on a work day and it was the last bus, I paid for my ticket and went to sit directly behind the driver. I saw another woman there and the back seats were filled with women with children that were crying and pouring stuff from their mouth in the process.

Mba, I will seat far away please 😒.

Conductor brought a male passenger and commanded I go to the back, he told the other woman with me in Hausa that we all are supposed to sit at the back. I was wearing an earpiece but could hear them. I pretended not to.

The woman grumbled a bit and went to the back, as she was leaving she touched me. I feigned ignorance and said 'baa Hausa'. This ajayi woman interpreted and said the guy asked us to go to the back. I looked at the conductor and asked him why, his reason was that I'm a woman, I'm not supposed to sit with a man.

Hian. As what? Since when? 🙄 🙄 🙄. You hypocrite. So if I sit with him here I will get pregnant or the driver will have accident abi? Please oga baa Hausa, leave me alone I want to sit here.

The guy started to insult me. In Hausa of course. He kept ranting and I ignored him. Then he said I must go to the back, or leave the bus. I looked around, this was the last bus and it was getting late, it wasn't even a direct bus to Borno sef.
I had to get to Gombe first before getting another bus to take me there.

Ah! This guy knew he had me in a fix, I didn't have another option as I was up against him, alone, and the other female passengers who were by this time insulting me as well and saying I was a stupid and troublesome girl for wanting to sit with men. I glared at the conductor and stood up, went to the back and continued with my ear piece. The women continued talking, as usual na 🙄😒😒. That I was troublesome, and a spoilt girl. They were saying it in Hausa and I could pick some of the words they said.

Few minutes later, the conductor guy came back with a lady and a man, and asked me if I still wanted to sit in front. Mtcheww 😏 😏. After making me shamefully carry my bag to the back, you want to come and placate me? Your head is not correct!

The annoying co-seat mate that has been insulting me touched me and started laughing, I looked at her with all the disdain I could muster on my face.

What's wrong with this one? What ma? 😒 😒

She stopped and said conductor is talking to you. You can go to the front. I hated where I was seating, but I still had to do small shakara. I gave the conductor a short lecture of allowing people sit where they wanted to, especially when they come early. If the men wanted to sit in front they should come earlier and secure their seats na, what's all these.?
I was talking in English, but I cared not if he understood me or not.

I carried myself again back to my initial position with plenty grumbling. 😏😏

So for those planning to travel to the North by road for the first time, and with a northern travel company. Respect yourself jejeli and go to where your gender is seating.

Cutting of new born hair

On cutting of new born hair at one year

I'm a very curious person so I tend to question alot of things especially when they are not making sense to me. Or I don't understand the reason being given, I question it till it's a bit reasonable to me.

Last week I met a friend with his son, very cute baby boy and his hair was plaited. The mum explained that his hair was too long and baby was always crying when they tried to comb it so she decided to plait it. And that she was waiting for baby to get to one year before she can cut the hair. She can't cut it before or after, it has to be at one year kpere🙄🙄🙄😩. Who made these rules by the way?
Me I was more interested in the cute and soft baby hair and just passively mentioned that I won't cut my baby's hair if they had such long and full hair. These people attacked me ọ, saying tradition states that we must cut the first hair a child comes into the world with, it's not good for the child to carry the hair.

When I was in secondary school, my friend's mum gave birth and till recently when I found out, they didn't cut J's hair. Her hair didn't cut or no village witch followed her or ancestral lie lie curse. She entered secondary school, If I  remember correctly what my friend told me, before she cut her hair. Her hair was so long and curly and everytime I went to their house I always loved touching it. As far back as that time I already told myself I wasn't going to cut my baby's hair.

So I want to know why we cut our hair at one year? What's the rationale behind it aside the fact that we were indoctrinated into it by our parents and never bothered to question the reason why. I would like to stick to Samson's bible story where God asked him not to cut his hair, because I don't know any other place in the bible where God asked people to cut their hair even.

Scars...

I have this very clear scar on my right hand. I just looked at it again and remembered how I got it.
My wicked elder brother Paul has always been mischievous right from the womb. He was about 6 or 7years of age when he gave me this scar with a hot iron. My aunt gave him the iron to go keep somewhere, and he cornered me and washed my head till I brought it out 'voluntarily' (not with clear eyes obviously 🙄🙄🙄), then he ironed my hands with it 😭😭😭😢. Wicked brother I have. This explains why I hate irons and ironing till date, it's my brother's fault 😈😏.

So I'm calling you out, chuks, to avoid me! You and anything that looks like Iron!
I'm sure he also has scars from the beating he recieved that day from mum 😂😂😂😂.