My Okada love

It was my first week in Lagos! I had heard of the enigma that is Lagos. And i was finally experiencing it in real life. As a corper looking for a PPA, i had walked into a few companies, both by recommendation and random selection and i had received more 'I'll get back to you's in one week than i had received my entire life! 

It was yet another day on the busy streets of Lagos, i was returning home after another unfruitful day of submitting Cvs at different companies under the sun, i was feeling gloomy and a bit depressed. I boarded a motorcycle or as it is more commonly called in this part of the world 'okada',to take me home, i sat on the okada thinking about my life and how i needed to find a paying PPA as soon as possible due to my quickly dwindling funds. We encountered a bit of traffic on the road, while we waited for the Lastma officials to do what they do best and clear the road so we could continue our journey, i heard a voice close to me say 'hello', i turned to make sure i was the one being addressed, I was. I saw a man astride another Okada which was also waiting in the traffic beside me, he was smiling at me (people tend to do this a lot whenever I'm on my NYSC uniform, so i didn't think much of this), i smiled back and mumbled a greeting, Let it not be said anywhere that i am a snob not even atop a bike. And i turned my attention away, but he wasn't finished. 'I like you' he said, i turned back to look at him ('this man can't be serious' i thought) i gave a small obviously fake smile and looked away again. That didn't deter him, 'i would like us to be friends' he continued. Really? Ontop bike?? At that point the traffic gave way and we could all move, as my bike driver zoomed away, i smiled at the thought of the man trying to 'chyk' me on a bike. I finally got home, i paid the bike man and alighted, as i unlocked the gate to go in, i heard the sound of a bike stop behind me, i turned to see and who else if not my bike lover, he said he followed me(well 🙄) that he had to take my number so he could talk to me again. Well in summary he asked for my number and i had to give it to him, i mean after pursuing me with a bike (pure heroic movie moves), how could i say no? 

Well that was how i found love or rather love found me on Okada.

Hope you enjoyed reading this! Stay tuned for more stories on ny Lagos service journey.

Just some randomzzzz

 Hi there,

A lot has actually happened since my last update here, First and foremost Let's congratulate me on my latest achievement, The long road to becoming a Nigerian corper was not easy at all but here am i, five months into being a corper. Yes, can you believe it? Five whole months. 

I was finally mobilized in June and i went for service in July, batch B stream 1. I spent a total amount of 18 days in camp. It was fun, stressssful(this cannot be emphasized enough), but back to the fun. As I'm sure a lot of you(my imaginary viewers) went through this experience, I don't think i need to reiterate on this. The funny thing is even those activities that seemed so strenuous back in camp, in retrospect suddenly seem fun. 

So i was posted to Ebonyi state. I cried a bit sha because I imagined myself becoming so local after the one year period. I also did not see Ebonyi state providing me with the career path I've chosen for myself. I decided to redeploy to Lagos.  I did spend three weeks in Ebonyi state though. I met so many amazing people, especially my room mates . I also met a soldier(my platoon commander), we became friends but it eventually fizzled out after i left camp.

 Generally camp is fun if you remove the  waking up early part and the lectures😒. I didn't regret it. 

Well now i am in Lagos working at a Clinic, can you beat that? Me with no health experience , working at a clinic, lol. I work as a CRO and it's been fun so far. I just want to say thank you to y'all who read my previous rantings when i was home furtated(in Jenifa's voice). I would now be eveolving to a new kind of writing. My Lagos chronicles. This should be fun. I will write about my experiences in Lagos as a newbie and the moments I've had. I'm grateful my ranting phase is over! So y'all buckle up your seat belts for this new bumpy ride! See you all.

Angry

it's been a minute, i promised myself to write here as often as possible, having to find out by myself that it's not as easy as i thought or assumed is more than a bit scary i had assumed since i love to write It'd be so easy to pen down my thoughts here, now and again but like i said it's not easy, I can't really pinpoint a particular reason that makes it hard. Weird yeah? Anyways enough about that I'm writing now. So far, since the last time i wrote here, I've been disappointed(heavily) angry, sad, happy(a bit) a lot has been going on .

My name wasn't on the senate list for Nysc mobilization, i was so angry and disappointed, i don't think anyone truly understood the extent. I graduated in 2019 i had no issues, no spill overs, no school drama, and it is now March 2021 and i haven't gone for service, that's 2 years of my life down the drain, i was already old when i got into school (late admission,  story for another day). And now seems I've lost 2 years of my old age doing nothing but giving up hope on Nigeria. Asuu went on strike for almost a full year and when they finally called off the strike i proceeded to complete my clearance and go for service,  only for Nasu to start their own strike, they called off the strike a day before senate was to release their list and that's how the list came out and my name wasn't there. Well this is Nigeria anything goes, I'm waiting for the next batch which is in June(might as well be December cause i see no difference). 

What's my pain in all these is i just keep advancing in age, age doesn't say ' oh let me pause, her life is on hold so let me wait until she's doing something and then i start moving again' it doesn't,  I'm just in the same spot and unmoving but my age is moving,  the only thing that seems to be moving in my life, it makes me so angry and mad but somewhere deep inside of me I'm scared so scared that I'll get old and i won't have done anything memorable with my life, I'll just be some old and broke lady. 

Well, i was happy this week with the news that our Nigerians Wizkid and Burna boy won awards in the just concluded grammy awards ceremony. It was a great win for Nigeria, so many people came out on social media to celebrate these bad asses, the real Goats. Nigeria disappoints everyone so much that even the most little wins( not that these are little wins but..) are celebrated so hard..lol

I think it might be a coping mechanism. For a country that's going down the drain music awards should be the least of our problems. 

I'm a graduate, in a different country I'd have a certificate and be working but this is Nigeria and i have to wait to become a slave for a year(don't even know if I'll survive it) before i can get permission to be called a graduate and work as one.

My first ever post

 Okay now, i simply cannot believe I've had this blog for literally years and i haven't posted a thing, that is so weird because I'm a writer, i like to write things and having a blog or keeping a blog is appealing to me, you know a place to just unload , unwind , dump, you name it. And i simply cannot understand why i let this space go to waste all these years, well its fine, no need crying over spilled milk. And like they say 'better late than never', so I'm starting now, I'm going to write stuff, stories mostly, I'd also be giving my opinions on a lot of things happening in the world and Nigeria most especially.  I don't know if anyone would ever visit this space or even read these posts, but if anyone does, i say thanks and welcome in advance, ( i really hope people do). But if no one does, i won't die , I'll still keep writing because the most important thing for me is putting down my thoughts, memories,  opinions and everything that affects me, so yeah, I'll keep at it even if no one listens or reads, who knows one day my kids(still very single and childless right now, lol) will discover this and know so much about their mum. 

That being said I'll get started now. Cheers to me and you, whoever you are. I love you.