Tag Archives: Lagos

Just in Case.

A Friday night flight means an extra early departure, just in case. Just in case there is an accident on the bridge. Or a dignitary and his security shuts the roads down. Or it rains. Or we experience mechanical issues. … Continue reading

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Annual Migration

Year four in Lagos will officially end on Friday, June 8. If all goes according to plan, a bit after 10:00 pm, Greg and I will leave the Delta lounge for a final security check and boarding call. We’ll find … Continue reading

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The Help

I’ve been working on this piece for about a year. Why so long, you ask? Laziness and lack of motivation was not my sticking point. At issue was the content; I wasn’t quite sure how to share my thoughts in … Continue reading

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Expiry Dates

While we say, “expiration date” and our friends across the pond use the more proper sounding “expiry date”, either way you slice it, the meaning is synonymous: “The date on which something comes to an end, can no longer be used, … Continue reading

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Out There.

Running is my best connection to living in Lagos. Monday through Friday it’s the same. I step outside our flat, lock the door, lament the destruction wrought by humidity on my carefully coiffed hair and makeup, and then follow four flights of steps down. … Continue reading

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I’m Not in the Market for a Cannon, Thank You.

Shopping. Again. How is it that the girl that doesn’t like shopping finds herself back at Lekki Market a mere few weeks after a first tentative exploration? I suppose a promise took me back and a promise once made is best kept; I … Continue reading

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The Market

I’m a bad girl. I don’t mean that in a coy, naughty way (that’s reserved for Greg); just simply that sometimes I’m not so good at girl-stuff. For instance, I’m not crafty at all and my basic sewing skills stop at … Continue reading

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