Free for Foreigners

My sister sent me this piece from the Wall Street Journal last week, and we had a short angry ‘WTF?’ conversation about five minutes after I’d read the first couple of paragraphs. This bit, from the event organiser Rachel Chan was interesting to me: “For most guys, especially bankers, they say, ‘I’ve seen many, many pretty girls […]

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YorubaDad Returns

I’ve been in a bit of a slump for the past few weeks; perhaps it’s the onset of autumn, or maybe I’m just getting more maudlin with age. Either way, I’ve lost my sunny edge and have been a bit of a Debbie Downer… Thankfully, being down means there’s a capacity to get up. This […]

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YorubaGirl's Reunion

O hai! So you know I attended a high school reunion in July, right? Let me tell you of it. My evening started out bumpy – my driver had been a victim of one of Lagos’s famed ‘Last Chance’ gangs the night before. What they do is, they half-fill a regular looking public transport bus, […]

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"Does It Still Look Good?"

I got a weave while I was out in Lagos. I went to Make Me, a fairly swanky salon on Bode Thomas Street, in Surulere. If you don’t know Lagos, particularly in 90s Lagos, which is when we lived there, then that address will mean nothing to you. For many though, it conjures up images of […]

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All Aboard The Weepy Express!

To be completely and utterly fair, he started it. I wept like a baby when I parted with YorubaDad. It was surprising to me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a weeper anyway. I mean I’ll cry over a movie (the end of E.T. is a killer), a book, a song; I swear one time, an unexpected […]

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A Few Things That Have Happened

I have looked into the abyss that is Lagos, and by sheer determination, I haven’t run screaming into the night, headed for the airport. I like to think I have cojones. I know, I know, I’m hardly in Guantanamo Bay, but you know what, I’m speaking relatively here. Allow me artistic license. So I’m in […]

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Yeah, I'm Still Here…

“I think I got the Black Lung, Pop”. [Insert pathetic Zoolander-esque cough here]. I have been in no less than 10 hours of congestion since I arrived on Tuesday morning. That’s a lot of pollution for my rarefied lungs to take. While there’s an MOT/road worthiness system in operation, it’s safe to say that it’s […]

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So I'm In…

I’m here. I’m in Lagos, Nigeria. I’m currently sitting on a stool that’s too high for the PC I’m using, and uncomfortable to boot. It costs me N120 an hour to access the internet, and when it deigns to arrive, it is slow. I got in to Lagos at 5am this morning, and was slapped in […]

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T Minus 3: YorubaGirl's Holiday

I’m a bibliophile with a neglected library. This has become painfully clear as I prepare to embark on my holiday. I won’t be on the beach so much as at my parents’ gaff in the ‘country’, but the relaxed vibe will still be applicable. The last book I bought was Siri Hustvedt’s latest paperback, The […]

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