Thursday, May 28, 2009

The No.1 Ladies Detective Agency

I just want to make shout out to Jill Scott and her show, the No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency. I watched the first season while in DC at my aunt and uncle's house and loved it. It's a true African show where there's NO White People (bature's). I just cannot believe there are no white folks and how enjoyable the show is. I wish I had read the book first, but didn't. I highly recommend it to anyone who's a tv watcher like me!

let me go home

So I've been in the states a while now and haven't written much on this blog about it. I came home to renew my visa and to shop. Unfortunately, many things happened while I was in the states which led me be frustrated and to stay much longer than expected...

They upped the price half way through the visa process, and decided that I would have to start from the beginning, forcing me to pay the expedition fee. The bastards. I hate shopping. I prefer to look online, go to the store, find out what fits and go back home and order online. I did this but I had multiply problems. One, some stores would decline my credit card since it's International a few times, then third try it would work and be shipped late, so then I wouldn't receive it on time. I played this game many times. Or I just couldn't buy it all. So I either was forced to be on the phone for hours taking care of this mess, which I hate the phone almost as much as going to the store. I had to go to the store carrying around all these heavy bags of stuff "kaya" and drag them around MN, ME and DC. I've been lugging around like 200 lbs of luggage since I go here and continue too. Anyway, so I've had non stop back pain.

I just want to go home to Yola. People who live in Nigeria think I'm crazy for loving it there. Well, whatever I just do. My family is there in more than one way. I miss them all like crazy. I miss Banji, I miss Beowulf, I miss Einstein Beep Beep Cous Cous, I miss Labaran and Amina and the kids. I miss my bed. I miss the club. I miss the heat. I miss my car. I just wanna go home. Let me go home. Like the beach boys said, "i feel so broke up, i wanna go home."

Sai an jima.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

missin my peeps

Sendin love from America:

my hubby, Banji, so sorry I'm going to miss your bday. love you.
Beowulf (my chocolate lab) missing you like crazy.
Einstein (kitty) Sannu
Labaran, I'll be back soon, I swear. I'll give you a short holiday.
Asma'u, I want to see how the swimming lessons have paid off.
Faiza, Mommy Kate will return soon. You can come visit then.

If I didn't put you down, it doesn't mean I don't miss you. Just a shout out to those who are worried.

What do I miss most about Nigeria, my people (family) and the people.

jet lag

So I'm in the states. I'm renewing my visa or getting a new one or something like that. Of course, there was a lot of wahalla to get here. Now that I'm here, of course the wahalla follows me around like a tail. But that's okay. Life goes on even when the wahalla continues.

A few examples of wahalla in my life before I left:

My mac started on fire.
My iPod died.
Couldn't get my credit card from the bank and Banji didn't get paid on time.

A few examples of wahalla since I've arrived:
They upped the visa rate in the middle of processing my visa and therefore started over from the beginning which means a new 10-14 business days to wait, meaning I was forced to pay the extra $65, which is like a pair of shoes, three good meals, or many other things.

Everywhere I went I packed for the wrong weather. Cold in Minnesota, was Hot in Maine, what is DC going to be like, don't know yet!

So this is what and where I've been since I've left. I arrived in DC Friday the 8th and took off on the train to Minneapolis, MN on Sunday the 10th. Arrived via train on late Monday night the 11th. Left on Tuesday the 19th for Maine. Got to Chicago later that day, DC on the 20th by train and the next afternoon the 21st Thursday, I arrived by bus in Bangor, Maine. Now I'm returning to DC and shall arrive by tomorrow the 25th, Memorial Day. I anticipate leaving from DC to Yola Thursday the 28th.

Culture shock has occurred repeatedly. Panic attacks have happened and I want to go home, but I can't. My best time so far has been in Maine. I really enjoyed Maine. It reminds me of Alaska. Since I couldn't go to Alaska, it was a close second, plus I got to hang out with Adam and got to check off another National Park off my list, Acadia, check.

I miss the heat and calm of Yola. Seeing everyone cycle here makes me miss riding a bike badly. I really want to go home and ride a bike in the hot hot sun. That sounds fantastic right about now.

More adventure tales later.