Tag Archive | Storytelling

Back To My Comfort Zone!

 

Ouch! It feels so so good to be here again! 

I am awfully sorry for my sudden disappearance from this platform. I’ve been absent here for a month now.

I’m so sorry that I didn’t hint you of my travel plans.

Oh yes, I’ve been away to my homeland and thought I could reach out to you all from there. However, life presents us with surprises and unexpected developments.

Sadly, I realized upon arrival in Nigeria that one major problem posed to the citizens was poor internet connectivity.  There is either low or no services at all and this disrupted my blogging routines and access to the world.

Did I enjoy the stark reality of this development? Not at all.

I felt cut off from the world.

I couldn’t function maximally and I was down for a few days as this reality dawned on me. However, I emerged from the gloom and bounced back to life so I could at least enjoy the reconnections with family and old friendships.

In spite of the few challenges, I had wonderful moments with my family especially with my mother who was so so delighted to see her daughter again after so many years.

I managed to pull through other frustrations because so many things have changed. There is a big difference in the whole environment. And I couldn’t fit in properly into the existing norms anymore.

Today, I feel so happy to be back to a clime where things work better.

I am back in Denmark. 

I feel alive again as the cold air welcome me home. It’s all wintry here. The grey sky and the naked trees are familiar sights that I’ve come to appreciate over time.  And even the harsh winter cold is magical and soothing to my body after the discomforting heatwave back in Nigeria.

It feels so so good that I’m home again. 

I am grateful and thankful to God for safe travels.

I miss you all. 🙂

 

Peace and Love!

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My Travel Memoir!

The moment the reality struck me that today was the D-day, an uneasy wave of emotions bundled up inside of me churning my stomach to the point of nausea. It was a bittersweet feeling. This best described the condition I found myself as I packed the set of dresses inside the black box.

Everything was now ready and in a few hours, I would embark on the adventure to a new world. The preceding days have moved so swiftly and I didn’t realize it. Indeed, time runs so fast during such intense moments when we want it to slow down. Those moments when we still wish to savour the enormous love of the familial spirit that surrounds us. We don’t want to miss the fond affection of family and friends who have gathered to bid us goodbye. But today has happened so fast and there is a flight to catch. Continue reading

The American Dream!

 

I read a story this morning on Facebook about a Nigerian lady who left Nigeria for the United States through the Green Card Scheme. Prior to her Diaspora experience, she was a successful trader in Nigeria. However, her expectations of a beautiful America flowing with milk and honey were not met upon arrival.

She was shocked that there were no provisions of work by the US Government. She thought with the Green Card, the Government provides you housing and work upon arrival. But to her dismay, there was nothing of such. She ended up working in a fast food eatery for 3 years with a meager paycheck that was barely enough to sustain her. Continue reading

Reflections Of Summer In Texas.

 

My summer vacation this year was eventful and quite exciting. It was weeks of absolute bliss with friends and family members. I spent quality time in great company. I mean never to be forgotten moments with some amazing people. These are people I could call true friends. People I could call family. People who would open the doors of their homes any time I knocked. They are friends who would offer me food without minding if I brought them tubers of yams or basins of Garri. These are friends who turned sisters and who eventually became family. You know that saying – family does not have to be by blood alone. Continue reading

Summer Times… Culled From My Draft!

 

I have always heard the word “summertime” and have come across it in books and watched the features of the season in movies. But I never fully understood what it meant practically.

Ah, summertime! That was the missing word from what I was already exposed to back in my homeland. It has always been there, always, with me. And I had no inkling or so I thought until a few years later when I arrived in Europe. Summertime. Sunshine. Hot sun. What is the difference between these words? Well, Nevermind. I come from a tropical region where the sun is up and high until sundown in the eventide. I have experienced serious heat waves and the severe sunburst of terrifying fiery sunlight. It burns the skin. It heats up the body to the extent of producing blocks of sweat on one’s brow. The weather in Nigeria is quite hot and humid and people wish for rain or anything that will shield the sun from shining profusely on the skin. Anything at all that would pacify the heat and send chilly coolness to the body. Continue reading

15 Random Facts About Me!

 

I love drinking tea. I take several cups in a day. I’d say I am addicted to tea. When I need tea, I really must have a cup. Tea brightens my mood.

I love taking long walks. I double the speed, especially in the summer. It affords me time to clear my head of any apparent congestions and blurry visions as I reflect on life.

I have a great penchant for bright colours. It’s a cultural thing from where I come from but my exposure to the Danish society is taking that shine off me.  I now adorn some grey and drab colours being their most cherished colour code. Continue reading

Own Your Story…!

In the end, all the small things you do make a big difference. Life isn’t about a single moment of great triumph and attainment. It’s about the trials and errors that slowly get you there – the blood, the sweat, the tears, and the small, inconsequential things you do on a day-to-day basis. It all matters in the end – every step, every regret, every decision, every minor setback and minuscule win. Continue reading