A lot of people have been asking me what it is like, to live in Nigeria after being away for so long. My usual response is usually that living in Nigeria has its negatives and its positives and I am learning to appreciate both the good and the bad. I also remind them that living in America also has the good and the bad sides, and that overall where you would prefer to live will depend on what is most important to you at a particular time. Personally, I love living in Nigeria as much as I love living in America because I love living :) but thats not to say that I can't nag about the bad things.
So some of us know that some stressors that are associated with living abroad are traffic tickets, really high rents, high taxes, how difficult it is to save, etc. In Nigeria the biggest stressor is lack of good lawmaking and law enforcement and believe me when I say it could be as frustrating as it is scary, depending on where and how you encounter either one. I had my first encounter with poor law making almost as soon as I reported for work in Nigeria. I was scheduled to take a course in Europe even before I reported to work in Nigeria. Looking back, I wish I had been proactive enough to get my Schengen visa before leaving the US. By the time I got around to it, I didn't have 3 weeks to wait for a visa.
So I arrived in Nigeria about 6 weeks before the start of my course in Europe, thinking I have a lot of time to get my visa. My first shocker came when I found out that I couldn't apply for a visa through the company until I got a series of approval to go for a course which has already been paid for by the US end of the company. Oh well, that is not a big deal I thought, I already informed my boss about the course during my assignment preview trip so I should be able to get it approved really fast. It wasn't as easy as I thought to get my trip approved because of people chasing and IT issues, but that is not the heart of my story so I will save you the details and say it ended up taking me about 3 weeks!!!!
When I finally got my approvals and started the visa application process, I was informed that I had the "OLD" Nigerian passport and that I need to obtain a new passport before I could apply for a visa. I politely told the guy in the travel team that my passport is valid until September 2014 and I had no intention of getting a new passport before then. Never in my American thinking mind did I think that a Government who issued an international passport and said it was valid until 2014 could turn around and say the passport was no longer valid. I even educated him that my two children have two versions of the US passport and that the fact that the US decided to change the passport before my older son's passport expired doesn't make his passport invalid. After failing to convince me, the guy took my passport and submitted the application because I insisted.
When I discussed this with other colleagues, they told me to go ahead and apply for a new International passport as they were sure that my passport will be returned as embassies are no longer issuing visa on the "OLD" passport. I really just felt they were somewhat ignorant because, I had submitted my passport to the Dutch embassy in Houston just a few weeks earlier and they didn't have a problem with issuing a visa on my so called "OLD" passport. The only reason I didn't get the visa then, was because they needed three weeks to process the visa and I had less than one week in the US before I had to resume for my assignment in Nigeria. Some colleagues even offered tips and advice on how to get a new passport fast, one person introduced me to a woman who worked for immigration and who asked me to pay more than three times the official passport cost for a quick new passport!
I didn't really do anything about applying for a new passport and a few days later I wish I had. With only a little over 2 weeks left to my trip, I was informed by our travel person in Abuja that my passport was rejected and that I would have to send a new passport to Abuja to get my visa. A colleague who missed a training course because of the same thing told me how we went about getting his new passport, and believe me when I say there was a Million and one steps to it. First you applied online, then you get a print out, next you go to some specific banks to pay, and then to your local Government to get a letter of something, next you go to the court to get something else, after which you get someone to sign a guarantor's form for you, and then you go to either Benin or Asaba where my nearest immigration offices were, to take a picture and fingerprint, and most likely return there the next day or some days later, to pick up the new passport. The process took me over a week!
Now I had a week left! Thankfully I got the visa just in time to attend the course. Like I said living in Nigeria comes with the good and the bad, and for this trip the good part of living in Nigeria was that since there was no company credit cards in Nigeria, I was given cash for my hotel and meals and I was able to save enough to go shopping :)
Anyways for those of you who live outside Nigeria and do not have the luxury of passing the Muritala airport in Lagos where you will see an A4 paper posted in an inconspicuous place saying that the Federal Govt. have said that the old passport will be invalid for travel after December 31st 2010, please get a new international passport before attempting to travel in or out of Nigeria after that time...
Cheers.
Tuesday, 26 October 2010
Sunday, 3 October 2010
Nigeria @ 50
I woke up on Friday Oct. 1st 2010 in Warri, Nigeria not feeling particularly excited. It was Nigerian's 50th Independent day and I really didn't feel like celebrating anything. It was a public holiday and I would have been happy to sleep in but my company had planned a children's party for Independent day and I had promised to take the kids. If you know Warri, you would know that there is no fun place for kids here, no movie theatres, no chuckee cheeses or similar places so for my boys it had been one kinda boring month so I couldn't find it in my heart to deny them this promise of fun..... little did I know what we were in for!
We finally got out of the house around noon and started heading to my office, which was the venue of the party. The party was supposed to start at 10am but like I said it was a public holiday, plus I usually take my time waking up when I don't have to go to work. As I drove along airport road, I saw a number of people walking around wearing green and white which are the Nigerian colors, some were carrying the Nigerian flag and some were crowded in cars and vans, with some people sitting on the cars. There were people giving out what looked like flyers and leaflets of some sorts. I took this all in and kept driving, I guess this is the way Independent day is celebrated in Nigeria, its been a while for me.
When I got close the entrance gate to my office there was a lot of cars parked around the entrance so I knew driving into the premises was not an option. There were also rows of cars parked on the road beside the entrance. I considered parking across the road, but the thought of taking my two little kids across the busy road with no cross walk and the kind of drivers we had in Nigeria felt too unsafe, so I drove to the second entrance gate to my office premises. On getting there, I noticed there were not a lot of cars around so I drove to the gate to see if it was open. I saw a small foot gate open and some people on the inside on foot so I went ahead and parked my car close to the gate. After I got my kids out in the heat and walked to the gate, I saw it was now shut and some police and military people by the gate asked me to go to the other gate as this gate was now locked. I asked why, and all they said was "use the other gate". I shook my head, and said to myself that this is why Nigeria is one of the hardest country to live in. Anyone with a little power could decide to do whatever is in their power to make people miserable.
We got back in the car and drove towards the main gate. We had to park on the road about 5 blocks from the gate because that was the only place where parking was available. We also had to walk on the road along sides moving cars and bikes, terrifying as it was. I had already asked my older son twice if he still wanted to go to the party and he said yes, so we braced everything and kept going. We passed the entrance gate and walked another 3 blocks or so the arena where the party was going on. On getting there, things were quite chaotic. There were people everywhere and the only points of attraction for kids were 2 bouncy houses and one train and there were a lot of kids waiting to for a chance to get in. The kids were standing in long lines in the heat. My older kid wanted to get into the spider man bouncy house so I put him on the line and handed him a cup of cold water which I had the good sense to bring along. My younger son fell asleep in his stroller while we were walking so I found a seat in the shaded area for my nanny to sit with him.
After my kid had been on the line for about 30 mins in the heat, we heard an announcement telling everyone to go and sit down and like a bad dream, the bouncy houses were deflated. I took my son and got him a sit beside his sleeping brother and the nanny. I went in search of our prepaid party snacks for the second time and met a huge line of angry people trying to get their snacks and coordinators doing nothing to make the process faster so that people could get the drinks and food which was included in the cost of the party tickets. I went to the makeshift market place and bought some ice cream and went back to were the kids were sitting and we all had ice cream. Believe it or not that was the highlight and the only thing nice about our outing that day. I must say that it wasn't that nice since we had 4 liters of the same brand of ice cream sitting in our freezer and we could have just enjoyed some of it in the comfort of our home.
Anyway after we had our ice cream, we chatted with a few people sitting around us, and one woman was surprised that my older son answered NO, when she asked if he enjoyed the party. I was quite appalled at her surprise, we all partook in what I would have to tag the most horrible children's party I had ever witnessed and here was someone, surprised that a child said he had no fun. I started to think about how Nigerian that was, everyday we witness more atrocity happen in a country filled with God given natural and human resources, and we see how bad our country is, yet we cringe and when people say horrible things about Nigeria. I am Nigerian, but Nigeria is one of the saddest country I know because we are too blessed to be in such a horrible condition.
And coming back to my children's party, believe it or not even when it was obvious the party was over and I went to attempt again to claim my prepaid party snacks, I met some people who were on the line for hours and still didn't get any food, who told me that some of the organizers came and took all the remaining food away and told them to go home since they could not stand quietly in line. When I asked one of the organizers about my food, she told me that it was finished and that they suspected that people stole some already used tickets and collected snacks multiple times and this was probably why they were short. I didn't believe her at all, I believe that someone had decided right from the very beginning of this party to take home most of the party food and this was why the snacks were not distributed from multiple points so as to ensure that people did not wait for an unnecessarily long time for food that they already paid for.
I will definitely send an e-mail feedback to organizers of this failed party when I get in the office tomorrow, and ask for them to kindly reimburse my money. I will let you all know what response I get. I will put my money in the fact that I will get a "not so good" response. That is if I get any at all! Oh well, I did know that not all my Naija Xperiences would be good. I just wished I spared my kids this mess of a children's party.
To be contd.....
We finally got out of the house around noon and started heading to my office, which was the venue of the party. The party was supposed to start at 10am but like I said it was a public holiday, plus I usually take my time waking up when I don't have to go to work. As I drove along airport road, I saw a number of people walking around wearing green and white which are the Nigerian colors, some were carrying the Nigerian flag and some were crowded in cars and vans, with some people sitting on the cars. There were people giving out what looked like flyers and leaflets of some sorts. I took this all in and kept driving, I guess this is the way Independent day is celebrated in Nigeria, its been a while for me.
When I got close the entrance gate to my office there was a lot of cars parked around the entrance so I knew driving into the premises was not an option. There were also rows of cars parked on the road beside the entrance. I considered parking across the road, but the thought of taking my two little kids across the busy road with no cross walk and the kind of drivers we had in Nigeria felt too unsafe, so I drove to the second entrance gate to my office premises. On getting there, I noticed there were not a lot of cars around so I drove to the gate to see if it was open. I saw a small foot gate open and some people on the inside on foot so I went ahead and parked my car close to the gate. After I got my kids out in the heat and walked to the gate, I saw it was now shut and some police and military people by the gate asked me to go to the other gate as this gate was now locked. I asked why, and all they said was "use the other gate". I shook my head, and said to myself that this is why Nigeria is one of the hardest country to live in. Anyone with a little power could decide to do whatever is in their power to make people miserable.
We got back in the car and drove towards the main gate. We had to park on the road about 5 blocks from the gate because that was the only place where parking was available. We also had to walk on the road along sides moving cars and bikes, terrifying as it was. I had already asked my older son twice if he still wanted to go to the party and he said yes, so we braced everything and kept going. We passed the entrance gate and walked another 3 blocks or so the arena where the party was going on. On getting there, things were quite chaotic. There were people everywhere and the only points of attraction for kids were 2 bouncy houses and one train and there were a lot of kids waiting to for a chance to get in. The kids were standing in long lines in the heat. My older kid wanted to get into the spider man bouncy house so I put him on the line and handed him a cup of cold water which I had the good sense to bring along. My younger son fell asleep in his stroller while we were walking so I found a seat in the shaded area for my nanny to sit with him.
After my kid had been on the line for about 30 mins in the heat, we heard an announcement telling everyone to go and sit down and like a bad dream, the bouncy houses were deflated. I took my son and got him a sit beside his sleeping brother and the nanny. I went in search of our prepaid party snacks for the second time and met a huge line of angry people trying to get their snacks and coordinators doing nothing to make the process faster so that people could get the drinks and food which was included in the cost of the party tickets. I went to the makeshift market place and bought some ice cream and went back to were the kids were sitting and we all had ice cream. Believe it or not that was the highlight and the only thing nice about our outing that day. I must say that it wasn't that nice since we had 4 liters of the same brand of ice cream sitting in our freezer and we could have just enjoyed some of it in the comfort of our home.
Anyway after we had our ice cream, we chatted with a few people sitting around us, and one woman was surprised that my older son answered NO, when she asked if he enjoyed the party. I was quite appalled at her surprise, we all partook in what I would have to tag the most horrible children's party I had ever witnessed and here was someone, surprised that a child said he had no fun. I started to think about how Nigerian that was, everyday we witness more atrocity happen in a country filled with God given natural and human resources, and we see how bad our country is, yet we cringe and when people say horrible things about Nigeria. I am Nigerian, but Nigeria is one of the saddest country I know because we are too blessed to be in such a horrible condition.
And coming back to my children's party, believe it or not even when it was obvious the party was over and I went to attempt again to claim my prepaid party snacks, I met some people who were on the line for hours and still didn't get any food, who told me that some of the organizers came and took all the remaining food away and told them to go home since they could not stand quietly in line. When I asked one of the organizers about my food, she told me that it was finished and that they suspected that people stole some already used tickets and collected snacks multiple times and this was probably why they were short. I didn't believe her at all, I believe that someone had decided right from the very beginning of this party to take home most of the party food and this was why the snacks were not distributed from multiple points so as to ensure that people did not wait for an unnecessarily long time for food that they already paid for.
I will definitely send an e-mail feedback to organizers of this failed party when I get in the office tomorrow, and ask for them to kindly reimburse my money. I will let you all know what response I get. I will put my money in the fact that I will get a "not so good" response. That is if I get any at all! Oh well, I did know that not all my Naija Xperiences would be good. I just wished I spared my kids this mess of a children's party.
To be contd.....
Sunday, 12 September 2010
“Ain’t No Party like a Lagos Party….”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YiSX5pagz8s
I am sure some of you have heard Banky W’s “Lagos Party”. I love that song! Maybe because it reminds me of all the awesome parties I have had the opportunity to attend in Lagos. Lagos people sure know how to party; however, since I discovered Abuja, I think Lagos has some serious competition there. I have spent most of my weekends so far in either Lagos or Abuja, trying to get my partying on before the boys get here. For those of you who have never been to a party in Nigeria, what makes most Nigerian parties awesome is that whether it’s a party in someone’s home, a party hall, or a restaurant you can count on lots and lots of good food and unlimited drinks, and the best part is that you never have to pay a dime! Those of us who have lived in the western world know what I mean….
If you are into clubbing like I am, then there is an additional bonus which is that if you are with the right crowd, when you go clubbing, it’s VIP all the way with lots of bottles on d table so you never have to go to the bar to get a drink! What I don’t like though is the fact that people still smoke in the clubs in Nigeria, for me that is a downer because I have enjoyed smoke free clubbing in the US for years.
So far I have had the most fun in Abuja, my first night there, I went to PLAY in Wuse II. The club had a fairly young crowd and the interior was alright, nothing spectacular, one bar, one VIP section, some tables, and an adequate floor space. The best part for me @ club PLAY that night was the music….. I felt like the DJ was my bodyguard that nite. Looking out for me all night long! The music was so good that although the plan was to spend only an hour there and head to club Blue in Sheraton; I never made it out of there. I will say that the DJ at PLAY that night has the best handle on mixing Nigerian, African, American, and Caribbean music I had ever experienced, so for me that was clubbing heaven! It also helped that I had an awesome dance partner {wink}. The result was that I danced for 3 hours straight that night.
The next day, I did make it to Club blue which was quite impressive. The interior would give top clubs in NY and LA a run for their money. I particularly loved the huge club space and the fact that it had lots of sectioned VIP booths. For some of you the fact that they had dancers entertaining until about 3 a.m. may be appreciated as well. The crowd was the best part for me because it was a very diverse crowd, lots of tourists and visitors of various nationalities and locals of various age brackets. The DJ did an awesome job as well.
I only got to spend one day in Lagos because the weekend I was to go to Lagos, I had to travel to Abuja on Friday to take care of my “Old Passport” (title of my next blog post). I arrived in Lagos on a Saturday which happened to be the last Saturday of the month hence an “Environmental Sanitation day”. Incase you are wandering, Yes! They still do that stuff in Nigeria. For those who do not know what “Environmental Sanitation day” is; In Nigeria, every last Saturday of the month, there is a curfew from 7am to 10am because this time is set aside for people to clean up their environment. In some states, the roads are cleaned by people hired by the Government, everyone is expected to come out of their homes and clean up their neighborhood. Law enforcement officers patrol the roads and cars are pulled over and fines are handed out to those who broke the curfew. For me, this meant that on that Saturday, I had to get to the airport in Abuja before 7am, and when I arrived in Lagos at 8:30am, I had to sit in the airport until 10am.
That Saturday was my friend’s Nikah (muslim wedding). My sister and I were bridesmaids and the bride wanted us to wear a hijab. I had fun wearing a Hijab that day, but I am very glad I don’t have to wear it all the time! They had a lavish reception at Sheraton Hotel in Ikeja. The bride was very beautiful in a long flowing ivory and gold dress. The groom was not looking bad himself in a robe made out of the same fabric. The reception hall was very beautifully set up; I wish I had remembered to pictures. They had a very extensive buffet with well over a dozen dishes, an assortment of salads, and about a dozen different deserts. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, so much that I forgot to take a picture of the buffet to make your mouth water.
That night my sister and I were pretty tired, so we were not up to serious clubbing, but we checked out two Lagos night spots. First, we went to Swe Bar on the Island. They had some musicians performing that night (or maybe just hanging out). We saw Timaya, then MI entertaining on an elevated platform in the club’s VIP section. We left when some other musician, unknown to us came on stage. If you are into meeting the music industry celebs, that may be a good spot. It is located just inside Victoria Island (VI) in “City Mall”. I am not big on celebs, but I did take a picture of Timaya and my sister, he seemed a little ticked off when I didn’t ask to have my picture take with him….
Next we hit Soul Lounge which is located at “The Palms” in Lekki. For me it was a good place to relax, have a drink, and hang out with friends. The play a lot of old school music, everything from all your favorite MJ hits, to Will Smith’s songs¸ I remember hearing most of the songs we stepped danced to in high school that night. If you are into old school music definitely checks it out when you are in Lagos. Auto lounge which is in VI is the club I would recommend for the best mix of new hits in Lagos, I have been there a couple of times and the DJ is pretty good. The Grotto also in VI is not a bad spot either. Anyways Lagos is filled with lots of awesome hang out spots, and there are some great magazines that have compiled the hangouts that Lagos has to offer.
Warri does not have much to offer when it comes to entertainment, but I did take up my colleague when he offered to take my sister and I to “Lady’s night” at Revolution night club. Let’s just say that I would rather stay home while in Warri, until I make enough friend’s to start getting invited to house parties and such. If you ever have to go clubbing in Warri, do burn a cd with all your favorite party songs and take it with you. I say this because when I wasn't having fun at the club because I was tired of hearing the same old American songs and unfamiliar Nigerian songs played over and over again, my colleague offered the DJ a tip to play some recent songs. The DJ graciously told him that he had no other songs, but will be happy to play our CD if we had one!
That concludes this post, until next time, cheers.
Saturday, 7 August 2010
My first Road Trip
It’s hard to believe that it’s already August 7th. It has been one month since I arrived in Warri. This one month has gone by pretty fast and I have a lot of stories to tell but I am still very busy with settling down, both in the work front and in the home front so I apologize for being behind in sharing my experiences with you all. In the work front, the co worker that I am taking over from is taking a two year leave of absence starting yesterday, so I had been busy doing a complete handover as it will not be very easy to contact him now that he is gone. In the home front, I have been meeting with sales people and designers every evening after work trying to pick curtains for the new house. I can’t seem to make up my mind, mostly because of how expensive these curtains are! Whew! I so should have bought curtains from Bed Bath and Beyond! My weekends have been busy with trips to Lagos or Abuja for one thing or the other. Anyways back to my story for today.... "My first road trip".
Within ten days of my being back in Nigeria I embarked on a road trip from Warri, Delta State to Owerri, Imo State. I would estimate the distance between these two towns to be about 150 miles..... maybe a little more. So this drive which is the equivalent of the drive from Houston to Austin, TX will not normally be a big deal or blog worthy but for two issues. One; the fact that there is a lot of heat in the south eastern part of Nigeria due to increased cases of kidnapping. Two; the fact that armed robbery on Nigerian highways has always made road trips quite risky. Since there were no flights from Warri to Owerri, a road trip was my only option.
Why did I want to go to Owerri you may ask? A few months before I relocated back to Nigeria, my cousin had informed me that she will have her wedding in Owerri on July 17th. I promised her that I will try my best to make it, if at all possible. So when I arrived in Warri and was assigned a temporary car and driver, I quickly asked if I could use the car to go outside of Warri. My on boarding HR looked at me and asked; where would you want to take the car? I told him about the wedding in Owerri and he said he would make some inquiries and get back to me.
He got back to me on Thursday, just two days before the wedding, I called my aunty who lives in Owerri and made arrangements to spend Saturday night at her house after the wedding. Incidentally my aunt relocated back to Nigeria about this time last year. Now I had the means to make the trip, so I started to talk to God about the tough part. I prayed constantly to God for my safety, but I was still so scared that on Saturday morning when I got into the car and my driver asked for us to pray before we started the journey, I found my voice shaking while I was praying.
I refused to let fear keep me from reuniting with my relatives who I knew would be at the wedding and helping make my cousin's special day, so I embarked on the trip. Surprisingly the roads were not as bad as I expected. Most of the roads were under construction on one side but the side that was open was pretty smooth. We drove a little slowly, about 80km/hr because the company car was equipped with a tracking / safety device that set limits on the driver's speed. We also had to stop after every 2 hours and rest the car for about 20 minutes.
We ended up spending about 4.5 hours on the road. The only snag in the journey, which was a major snag for me, was the lack of clean rest rooms on the way. When I couldn't hold my pee anymore, I asked to use a restroom at the gas station where we had stopped to rest the car. I am not exaggerating when I say that it was the nastiest place I had ever had to pee in my entire life so here are some tips. When going on a road trip in Nigeria, if you can help it, drink very little or no fluid! (I did this on my way back and held my pee until I arrived in Warri. If you have to drink something, take a little bucket to pee in and then throw the pee in the toilet. Seriously, if I didn't have a strong stomach I would have puked in that bathroom.
As you can deduce from the fact that I am still blogging, I travelled to Owerri and back to Warri safely. I thank God for his mercies, but the risk was quite real as I arrived to work on Monday morning and learned that the company had issued a security alert to all staff on Friday warning against taking any trips to Abia state, which is very close to Imo state because of several recent cases of kidnapping. I thanked God for journey mercies and will probably not been taking any road trips any time soon......or so I thought. I did take two more road trips two weeks later but that will be part of another story. Until then stay blessed.
Monday, 26 July 2010
The Unexpected Marriage proposal
Believe or not, within 48 hours of being back in Nigeria, I got a marriage proposal, albeit from a total stranger! No wonder people asked if I was going to Nigeria in search of a husband…..
I was sitting in the Company airport shuttle with some other employees waiting for the bus to leave for our various hotels when out of no where one of guys in the bus asked me for my phone number. I had exchanged a few words with him earlier and although I was not particularly interested in this guy, I didn’t see any harm in making friends at my new location, so I gave him my recently acquired local mobile number. I got a call from him that night while I was enjoying my snails and French fries dinner; he wanted to know if I was ok. We chatted for a few minutes and said goodnight.
The next morning, I found out that I had forgotten to ask when the shuttle would come to the hotel to pick me up for my flight to Warri. I remembered I had the guy’s number from last night’s call and for a minute, I was glad I had given him my number. I called him and he informed me that the shuttle times are available at the reception with a phone number to contact the shuttle office. I thanked him and got off the phone.
I arrived at Osubi airstrip in Warri safely and once again I was thankful for the safe arrival of my four suitcases. With the help of the company’s welcome team, I was sitting in the company shuttle 10 minutes after I collected my last suitcase from the belt. The drive to the company’s guest house was uneventful, we had a police escort driving in front of the bus but there was no sign of any unrest. The roads were free and we were parked at the guest house reception in no time.
I arrived at the guest house to find out that the accommodation reserved for me was less than adequate for myself and my 6 pieces of luggage ( I had left 2 pieces of luggage with one of my new colleagues during my assignment preview trip). The room was way too small with very little closet space and to make matters worse the bathroom was outside the room. When the guy who was showing me to my accommodation announced that the bathroom was shared by two rooms in the house, I had heard enough. I told him, I couldn’t stay in the room and would like another one. I knew that there were better accommodations in the company guest house as I stayed in a room much bigger than the one I was just offered during my 5 day assignment preview trip, a few weeks back.
I ended up in a hotel that night because the receptionist at the company guest house informed me that they had no other vacant rooms. I checked into Wellington hotel in Warri as it was recommended as the safest hotel in town by a colleague, I won’t endorse the hotel because I was not impressed by their facilities, but they had bigger rooms with the bathroom inside the room so it was ok. They did have an AVIS car rental service. Although it worked differently from what I was used to in the US as it came with a driver ,that was pretty cool.
While I was in the hotel my new friend gave me a call to check that I arrived Warri safely, but when I got subsequent calls from him, I ignored the call as I was not in the best of moods after my accommodation hitch. He tried to call back a few more times, to the point where I found it annoying so I decided to ignore subsequent calls from him.
At this point I would like to let you know that my temporary housing issue was sorted out the next day when the HR on boarding team and the guest managers found me better accommodations at the guest house and apologized for my inconvenience. Now back to my marriage proposal…..
The next day, I got a few more calls from him which I ignored. Later in the day, I started getting some calls from another number which was unknown to me. I ignored the first 4 calls but picked up the call the fifth time around and was greeted by a complete stranger. The woman at the other end of the line introduced herself as a big sister to the guy I had given my number in Lagos and proceeded to tell me a little bit about their family and then she informed me that her brother wanted to marry me. I calmly told her that I found the request very surprising since her brother was a total stranger to me, to which she told me that it was understandable, but she would like for me to get to know her brother and hopefully marry into her “good” family.
That concludes the story of my first marriage proposal in Nigeria, and I said 1st because since then I have gotten a second one. And to answer any burning questions anyone may have; No I don’t see marriage to any of these two guys in my near future as I am not particularly interested in any of them but you never know, so stay tuned……
I was sitting in the Company airport shuttle with some other employees waiting for the bus to leave for our various hotels when out of no where one of guys in the bus asked me for my phone number. I had exchanged a few words with him earlier and although I was not particularly interested in this guy, I didn’t see any harm in making friends at my new location, so I gave him my recently acquired local mobile number. I got a call from him that night while I was enjoying my snails and French fries dinner; he wanted to know if I was ok. We chatted for a few minutes and said goodnight.
The next morning, I found out that I had forgotten to ask when the shuttle would come to the hotel to pick me up for my flight to Warri. I remembered I had the guy’s number from last night’s call and for a minute, I was glad I had given him my number. I called him and he informed me that the shuttle times are available at the reception with a phone number to contact the shuttle office. I thanked him and got off the phone.
I arrived at Osubi airstrip in Warri safely and once again I was thankful for the safe arrival of my four suitcases. With the help of the company’s welcome team, I was sitting in the company shuttle 10 minutes after I collected my last suitcase from the belt. The drive to the company’s guest house was uneventful, we had a police escort driving in front of the bus but there was no sign of any unrest. The roads were free and we were parked at the guest house reception in no time.
I arrived at the guest house to find out that the accommodation reserved for me was less than adequate for myself and my 6 pieces of luggage ( I had left 2 pieces of luggage with one of my new colleagues during my assignment preview trip). The room was way too small with very little closet space and to make matters worse the bathroom was outside the room. When the guy who was showing me to my accommodation announced that the bathroom was shared by two rooms in the house, I had heard enough. I told him, I couldn’t stay in the room and would like another one. I knew that there were better accommodations in the company guest house as I stayed in a room much bigger than the one I was just offered during my 5 day assignment preview trip, a few weeks back.
I ended up in a hotel that night because the receptionist at the company guest house informed me that they had no other vacant rooms. I checked into Wellington hotel in Warri as it was recommended as the safest hotel in town by a colleague, I won’t endorse the hotel because I was not impressed by their facilities, but they had bigger rooms with the bathroom inside the room so it was ok. They did have an AVIS car rental service. Although it worked differently from what I was used to in the US as it came with a driver ,that was pretty cool.
While I was in the hotel my new friend gave me a call to check that I arrived Warri safely, but when I got subsequent calls from him, I ignored the call as I was not in the best of moods after my accommodation hitch. He tried to call back a few more times, to the point where I found it annoying so I decided to ignore subsequent calls from him.
At this point I would like to let you know that my temporary housing issue was sorted out the next day when the HR on boarding team and the guest managers found me better accommodations at the guest house and apologized for my inconvenience. Now back to my marriage proposal…..
The next day, I got a few more calls from him which I ignored. Later in the day, I started getting some calls from another number which was unknown to me. I ignored the first 4 calls but picked up the call the fifth time around and was greeted by a complete stranger. The woman at the other end of the line introduced herself as a big sister to the guy I had given my number in Lagos and proceeded to tell me a little bit about their family and then she informed me that her brother wanted to marry me. I calmly told her that I found the request very surprising since her brother was a total stranger to me, to which she told me that it was understandable, but she would like for me to get to know her brother and hopefully marry into her “good” family.
That concludes the story of my first marriage proposal in Nigeria, and I said 1st because since then I have gotten a second one. And to answer any burning questions anyone may have; No I don’t see marriage to any of these two guys in my near future as I am not particularly interested in any of them but you never know, so stay tuned……
Thursday, 22 July 2010
Arriving in Lagos
I arrived in Lagos July 6th, 2010 with an Aifrance flight. I have been traveling for almost 24 hours.... the flight from Paris to Lagos was delayed for over 3 hours. The good thing about traveling in an upper class cabin was the ability to alight early from the aircraft and beat immigration lines so I was done with immigration processing in no time.
As I stood in front of the luggage belt waiting for my luggage, I couldn't help but reflect on the reality of what I had just done. I just gave up my beautiful home in Katy, TX, being close to my immediate family who were all living in the US, great friends, and a 6 figure salary, not to mention an environment where things work as they should for the most part, to come back to Nigeria.... The fact that I was already missing my kids did not help matters as I plunged into a state of panic. What was I thinking? What if I totally hated living in Nigeria? What if this works out to be bad for my career? For my kids? The What if's continued to parade in my mind until I was jolted awake by someone asking "madam you haven't seen any of your bags?" I realized that the luggage had started coming out. I got all four suitcases and apart from one with a broken handle, everything seemed intact, even the unlocked luggage.
I was met outside the airport by my distant aunt who came to pick up a letter from my mom, and my company's logistic staff who pushed my cart and directed me to the company's shuttle bus. I spent my first night back in one of the guest suites at Protea hotel in Maryland. It was the best hotel I had stayed in Nigeria so far. Much nicer than Eko Suites in Victoria Island. The room was clean, the garden tub in my room was clean enough that I could have had a nice long bath but I was hungry and tired and opted for a quick shower before dinner. Their food was also much better than the food at Eko suites so if you ever need a hotel in Lagos, I would recommend Protea hotel in Maryland.
After dinner I returned to my room and called my family, I especially needed to hear my 2 year olds voice. I knew the next two months will be very long and lonely. I had made a very tough decision to leave my two sons behind with my parents while I set up in Nigeria to ensure a smooth transition for them. I went to bed on my first night in Nigeria missing a lot of things....but top on that list were my boys.
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