Tuesday, 23 October 2012

Cut Your Nose Off



 
You can have a perfect thing and,
 Let it fall away,
 Through neglect, stubbornness,
 Indifference or distraction. 

A beautiful thing can waste away,
Without the owners noticing,
Or caring until it’s too late.

You can have it all but not,
Realise.

You can have a beautiful thing but,
Not care until you’re forced to examine,
Your life without the bolster of,
Company, companionship, courtship, 
Protection and defence and unconditional,
Love.

And then you want it back.

Naija Time

This is my second year in Lagos so you would think I had got used to the day to day societal/social norms.  However, there are some quirks (specific to Lagos) that I just can't get used to.  Most specifically I still can't get my timing right. ' Naija time' dictates that a person must perpetually run at least two hours late for all social events and interactions.  If an invitation requests your presence at 5pm then it would be ridiculous for you to turn up any time before 7.30.  If you do you will be embarrassingly early and be the only person there.

Confusingly business meetings and work related encounters tend to run on time.  So if you stick to naija time for these then you will look unprofessional and probably irritate someone you work for. Similarly most expats still stick to 'normal' time.

Obviously I perpetually get it wrong.  I am not, and have never been, the best time keeper in the world and so here in Lagos I find it even harder than usual to get it right.  I can't seem to avoid the embarrassment of arriving early at functions nor being late for work and work related things.

This weekend my friend and I were invited to attend a fashion show at a local hotel.  It sounded fun but started at 3pm.  We discussed, and decided a good time to go would be around 5.30.  We thought that people would have arrived by then and the catwalk would just be starting.  How wrong we were.  For some reason we didn't get the memo that the fashion show would start around 6.30 and would be pretty rubbish.  The after party would start at 8.30 and get going around 9.30.  My friend and I sat like a couple of melons waiting for something to happen for an hour or so before we decided to give up.  Our Saturday night plans changed drastically and we resorted to pizza and beers with a poolside setting.  We were too embarrassed to go back for more fashion.

On the flip side I was invited, by an expat couple who have lived in Nigeria for over five years, to a dinner party at their house this week.  I was told to come for around 7.30.  I presumed that they would work to naija time as they have been here so long.  I got stressed about being late/early so opted for being a cool 45 mins late.  I walked in half way through the starter and realised they had sent a search party out looking for me in case I was lost.


You see my predicament!!  One of these days I will get it right.


Thursday, 18 October 2012

Going North



Which people are risk takers?  Is it the people who decide to change the cereal they buy each week and risk not liking the new brand or is it the people who jump from planes with only a simple nylon parachute to save them from becoming a human pancake?

It’s all relative really.  The person buying the new cereal knows that there is quite a high risk that they will not like their new choice and will have to put up with it all week whereas the chances of the skydiver’s parachute (or the emergency parachute) not opening are extremely slim, if not unheard of.  Using this logic, the cereal swapper is the bigger risk taker.

Are the biggest risk takers those who take risks despite the odds being against them or is it those who enter situations where the risk is low but the fear factor is high?  And can we always differentiate between the two?

I am viewed by many of my family and peers as a risk taker because I moved to Nigeria for no other real reason than I wanted a change.  Maybe I am.  However I did my research and decided that the risk was minimal.  Surely real risk takers are those who do things ‘off the cuff’, with no real knowledge of the situations they are entering into.  I believe so.  However, in my experience these risk takers are the people who have the most fun, happen across the best experiences and opportunities and LIVE their lives.

What has brought about all of these thoughts, I hear you say.  Well, last week I was made aware of an amazing trip to see the Durbars of Kano and Katsina, which are Muslim festivals which take place in the North of Nigeria.  I have friends who attended the trip last year and returned full of praise.  They said it was a once in a lifetime experience.  So, naturally I wanted to go.  But going this year would come with a certain amount of risk.  The troubles in Nigeria and all of the horrible scenes shown on the BBC come from the ‘North’ of Nigeria.  Bombings, shootings and such like.  It’s a sad time for Nigeria.

Some of my friends are throwing caution to the wind and have booked themselves up.  They are willing to take the risk and believe that nothing bad will happen.  They have not taken advice nor weighed up the risks and have decided to go without a second’s thought.  This opportunity, to them, is too good to miss.  I’m saddened to say that despite my inclination to ‘throw caution to the wind’ I have decided to sit this one out.  I like to do exciting things but when the risk is ACTUALLY real I just don’t have the bottle. 

It depresses me that I’m not always one of those people who grabs life by the balls and takes every opportunity and maybe I have less fun because of it but I like my life and yes I will one day skydive but, on the other hand, I will probably always buy the same breakfast cereal.

Sneezing and Snoozing



As a teacher of miniature people I am more prone to ailments such as the cold, the flu and ‘tummy bugs’ than most.  Up until I arrived in Nigeria I thought I had an immune system of steel.  I have had so many germs and bugs make their way into my system that I believed I was no more susceptible.  I am not a ‘sicky’ person.   In fact in the last five years I have had to take no time off work at all.

HA!  Since starting this term in Reception with my darling 23 munchkins (4 year olds) I have been struck down by no less than three separate illnesses; two tummy bugs and now the dreaded cold.  Being ill here is rubbish.  I have no un/underemployed friends who can come round to care for me, no elderly relatives or kindly neighbours to make me soup or cakes or dinner and my TV keeps switching off. 

I have taken two days off work so far.  The first was spent in bed – actually sleeping and sneezing but the second was spent on the couch, mostly being bored.  I’m rubbish at being ill; I need someone to keep me company and someone to make me food and someone to buy me more tissues.

Wednesday, 3 October 2012

Alternative Anthem?

I love this lady and I love how fitting this song is in the context of wealth and religion in Nigeria.  And why not????

Happy Birthday Nigeria






Monday the 1st October was Nigeria's Independence Day.  We had celebrations with plenty food and dancing at school and a half day/long weekend to follow.  The weekend was super and involved everything from a musical 'Freedom Hall' style concert to karaoke to the beach and back.  Thank you Nigeria.