Diary of A Not So Lagos Girl – Welcome to Lasgidi

Hello World,

My name is Eka. I am an Akwa-Ibom – not Calabar – girl (read young adult but child at heart). I  live in Lagos but I am sure you might have figured that out from the header.

This is a diary about my escapades as an Akwaibomite in the famed Lagos. The hub of Nigeria, the New York of Naija, the amazing concrete amazon where all your dreams can come true!

I remember the first time I came to Lagos full of hopes and dreams and enthusiastic about my future. I had hopped on a bus from Port Harcourt for a job interview that I was sure would change my life. My cousin lived here and was doing well for herself so I would be just fine.

I can still remember my mother shouting at me to be careful of all those “dirty old men” who might want to take advantage of a young naive girl like me. If only she knew her daughter was not so naive and innocent, but that is gist for another day.

Now you might be wondering what is so special about Lagos that I want to document and share my experiences. Nothing really, but this Lagos is a crazy strange place and I am stranger here and I see and experience a lot of strange things daily, so I guess you could say sharing them is a way of talking to someone & keeping my sanity.

Anyways so this diary might sometimes be a rant avenue, sometimes be just me telling you about the rare boring days I have or the even rarer days when there is no traffic but most times this diary will just be general gist of the unbelievable things I see and hear in Lasgidi.

Eka a.k.a not so Lagos girl

Quiet Morning

Hello 2015! Hello my ever awesome readers! I will skip the excuses and small talk and go straight to business. Since my brain is still trying (unsuccessfully) to whip up something awesome for my “great return to writing” I will just leave you with my entry for this week’s 100 Word Challenge For Grown Ups. The prompt this week is … As I put the decorations away I…

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His Eyes

“Please, I am begging you. Don’t leave.” I have resorted to begging her to stay. I am standing at the door of our home and blocking her exit. Hoping that I can somehow change her mind and make her stay.

Since that last big fight, she has refused to listen to or speak to me. She does not even acknowledge my presence.

It hurts. It hurts so much that I get so angry and smash things. She notices that. My anger. She always notices my anger.
A yelp accompanied by a frightened start and then she looks at the pieces of the smashed object on the floor near my feet. The most annoying part is when she looks up and at me but then, after seeing her face, I can never stay angry because I can see the tears as they gather in her eyes.
After my angry outbursts, she locks herself in the bathroom and cries. I do not know if she thinks I can not hear her, but I can and it breaks my heart that I have made her cry.

I have apologised for getting angry and walking out on her in my anger. Still she refuses to speak to me. It is so frustrating and I end up getting angry and smashing something to get her attention and only end up getting her tears. Why won’t she just speak to me?

Now, she has chosen to leave. I do not want her to go. I do not understand why she does not speak to me so we can work this out.

So here I am standing at the door of our house and ready to use brute force to stop her from leaving me. Continue reading