11.20am

It is the little things in life that are most dear, the unprecedented and unplanned activities that takes us to another level of excitement, happiness etc, i have found mine just outside my window.

Ok, so i moved to a new place (again) a couple of months ago and just outside my window is a play ground, at first i thought it was just a neighborhood playground , until at exactly 11;20am every weekday the screams of children will draw my attention and after an hour, they would disappear, i thought this strange of a neighborhood playground until my roomie told me that the building next  to it was a kindergarten (then it all made sense.)

I don't know any of these children, but they always call me (literally, although not by name) with their laughter, and screams (lets face it, they are attention seekers, they want an audience! lol), so i oblige them (being a good person that i am. *winks), i leave what ever i have to do (which is always nothing), and stare at them until either i get a cold from the cracks on my window or my legs hurt from standing or worst, they leave. 

I now have a couple of favorites and each day i look forward to them, because i have unintentionally made up stories about them, lets take Frankie to begin with, he is a loner, he always goes to the swing at the far corner, he takes possession and doesn't leave till break time is over, he just sits there and swings away his nightmares, while thinking up new mischief to play on his babysitter Karen, when he get home. Ben, Alex, Howard and Sally are a gang team, but i think Alex likes Sally, but the feeling is not mutual, because each time Alex picks on Ben (who by the way seems to take every punch and shove as game) Sally gets mad, and is always on the defensive side, Howard on the other hand is the side kick to Alex, he doesn't do any punching, but is sure to alert them when the teacher is coming close.

Paul maybe the youngest in the class or just a child with separation anxiety because he doesn't make friends and is always with the teachers, he doesn't even play on his own, he just follows the teachers around as they walk around making sure each child is safe, i don't know if he has been bullied by the class often, or he is that kid who came when everyone has already paired up, what ever it is, sticking to the teachers side all day, is going to give him a reputation he wont get off easily even after 20 years, (kids are mean, and they will remind you all the time of things you so desperately want to forget.)

Mike and Joe rule the slides but they are good children because sometimes (when they feel like it) they let the girls crew (Molly,Lilly,Chloe and Josephine) play while they check out other toys.

sometimes i like to relieve my days as a kid in the school playground through the activities of these children, but it doesn't always work out as planned, they fascinate me on their own. i look forward to 11.20 am every day and on weekends i miss them. 

If it wouldn't be too creepy and if the cold would let me i would walk over to the fence and make friends with them, i'm sure they would have ideas and the secret to success they would be willing to share with me.

Germany Continua!

You remember that crazy friend of mine? well, she couldn't shut up and let us get home before she bombarded me to 'talks', i mean i wanted to get home and maybe save some gist for the remaining of the days, (this was going to be a five day trip with her and two with two other wild friends)but i was wrong, madame crazy talked on and on, we got home eventually and because it was already past 12 am, everyone had gone to bed, so i didn't get to meet the rest of the families,(which turned out to be a good thing, because 'the Apple doesn't fall far from the tree right? one sister was crazily quite all the time, but i knew she had tons to say to me, when she did speak, i knew i wasn't wrong, and the other one wasn't so chatty either, but she has my kinda sense of humor, and i think she buries her herself in her huge library , come to think of it, which teenager in this century reads!?? that babe is a big non science nerd!) OK, i drift again.....

It was breakfast with the family every morning, this is not what i am used to, back home, before i get up from bed, Dad has either gone to work or mum has had breakfast and is preparing lunch or everyone else is eating in their individual rooms, we basically never have that 'family breakfast, lunch or dinner time' you wanna know the worst part of this family eating time? you had to talk! i thought it was bad manners to talk while eating, but then again i was in Germany and everything has been weird from the moment i got to Berlin, so i what was i really expecting? they were laughing and chatty and i just sat there thinking...'how did i get here?'

Out in the old town of Dresden, i took in so much spectacular sites and monuments, i cant even mention them all here, cos frankly i don't wanna get you even more jealous than you already are of my amazing trip, one thing tho, that trilled me, was one epic church building (i'm going to try and be as vague as possible) i wanted to go inside the church and have a quite time with God, you know just to ask him why he made me cross paths with this crazy girl and why he allowed me consent to coming down here to spend time with her 'very European' family, but guess what? the queue to get into the church was outrageous, there where three entrances, and all three of them had lines so long up to (not exaggerating) 100 or more people waiting to get in, now i became even more curious, i wanted to know if God himself was physically in their and addressing everyone's problems, i knew i had to get into that church, but we couldn't join the queue, because we (the children...when did i even become white? i thought i was a guest, but nope! i had been initiated into the family) had to decorate the Christmas tree, and exchange present, and have the traditional Christmas meal which was potato salad,(all these had to be done on the 24th, because apparently 24th is the German Christmas, ...as if things weren't weird enough!)

We got home, played some cards, decorated the tree, put presents underneath, then Mum said we have to sing a Christmas song, i asked why? and was told it is traditional to sing to Santa before he gives you the present he has, (really????) so we sang, and then Santa (the parents) gave everyone their gifts, and vice versa, opening time, screams, excitement, tears of joy, laughter filled the air as one piece at a time a wrapping sheet was tossed aside to reveal the hidden content. this very moment was just magical for me, i was then blessed to have become a part of this family even if it was for a short while, i knew i would only forget it in death.

The following day, the Grand parents arrived, bearing with them (Santa's) gifts, i hadn't even met them before, but i still got gifts,(please which family want to have me for Christmas 2016, lol),  i didn't understand most or all of what they said, because they spoke only in German, but from the laughter filling the room when they spoke, i knew these couple got jokes! they were a delight!. it was sad to say goodbye when they had to go because i was already engulfed in the energy they brought with them.

I am just going to stop here, but i still maintain it was the weirdest and most amazing Christmas EVER!, oh! and yeah, i finally got into that church, and even if i didn't physically see God sitting there dishing out info on how my future would be, i felt him, and then i said a prayer.

Germany!!!

So i have been having it in mind to go Germany since last summer, first it was supposed to be for a dearest friends wedding (which was to be held in August), but out of my own laxity and the stupid order of the Abuja international Airport Nigeria, i missed my flight , needless to say she still holds it against me till date. (but she loves me too much to not forgive me..winks).

Any-who, i started planning another trip in September with another crazy friend of mine, (tall like an Agric fowl, you know, those ones they raise and feed with artificial foods in the barn, loool), stunning beauty, but does not seem to fully know of it, (i love her to the moon and back) OK, i drift....

this trip took months to plan, there were hiccups all the time, inconsistencies from where to fly from, dates, plans for the trip, duration of the trip, flight cancellation,(actually more like, Airline going bankrupt)etc etc.at this point, i should add that i was exhausted, financially, enthusiastically and otherwise.

You know there was a point when i wanted to cancel this trip, i mean i thought hard about it, like whats the point? i would see this crazy girl some other time, i don't need to go to her home with her and be with her family, (that wouldn't be fun), fun is usually outta the reach of family, (at least from my point of view),i thought about so many negative and flimsy things to make me abandon this trip, i even wrote the airline and asked how much i could get if i cancelled my flights, my friends staying back in Estonia were blackmailing me and making me feel bad for leaving them behind, i was told i wouldn't eat good, because )you know white people don't eat chili) then i thought of going with a little chili, but i thought about it, i would look stupid putting chilling in every meal and that would make me the biggest weirdo of 2015.

so i made the trip EVENTUALLY, 

Now it wasn't an easy trip, (as a cheap student, we take cheap flights and even break the journey how ever possible) so i took the 4 hr bus ride to Riga,Latvia and boarded the plane to Berlin, i had just a few minutes(or so i thought) to highlight the plane and catch the last bus to Dresden, i didn't put into consideration the time difference, hence i was going crazy in the plane when first it was delayed for 30 minutes, then it now decided that instead of an hour flight it would make it an hour 40 minutes, and then, i  was practically acting like i was on drugs and needed a quick fix, (lol) the guy next to me was anxious and had to ask what was wrong, all i could say was the pilot should land this fucking plane, i have a bus to catch else i would have to sleep at the airport, he laughed and said if that be the case, then he will find a way to help me seeing that i don't speak German,(that was a nice thing of him to do, but it didn't help re assure me.) the plane finally landed and it turned out i was on the wrong time zone and i had 40 minutes before my bus arrived.(wipes invisible sweat from face, while taking a deep breath.)

I caught the bus and the driver was speaking in German to me, i stood staring at him like he was talking to a blank space, (rude right? i know, but it has been a long day and this journey was going to be for another 3 hours or more, i was hungry AF, and don't forget cold and miserable, i just wanted to get in to the bus and sleep.) so someone interpreted that he wanted 1 Euro for my luggage ( which i think was extortion because i paid for the fare and i'm entitled to a luggage, but then it was just 1 Euro and everyone else has paid....yh, i know that shouldn't make it right, but i wouldn't change the German transport company rules on my first night...i think) and which station i would highlight, i just gave him the ticket hopefully he finds what ever answers he needed from there, (thank Goodness he did).

 I got in and it was an empty bus, so i was opportuned to choose a seat, i found 50 Cents on the last seat and i made a wish,(cos that what people do right? find a penny, make a wish bla bla bla...), after 3 hours we arrived Dresden, and then i saw a weirdo running with out stretched arms towards me, and suddenly everything was fine in the world again, there comes my crazy friend.

Brussels

It was the long awaited trip, i have been itching for this trip for the last year. funny is the fact that this trip was cancelled last year for security reasons, which for the life of me i cant remember what happened within that period, but this year with all the Terrorist attacks and Russia all over the place, as well as the direct scare to Brussels, this trip was a success.

Any ways i am so glad it worked out well, i had the most amazing time, i had fun, i laughed, forgot about some personal issues for a while and lived! do not get me wrong, Tallinn isnt that terrible as i always say to people, but i just needed to get the hell outta there for a even an hour, maybe it is the fact that it gets dark at 3 pm or i'm finally integrating and turning 'white' , but i have been sad (depressed) for some time now, i know depression is not a Nigerian thing, but either that, or i was just harboring so much on my mind and i was almost going crazy, so this breathe of fresh air in Brussels was a welcomed idea.
My dearest friend Kellz, this part is for you,
 I have heard so much of your fantasies of Mr H... i know i should have made the introductions some months ago, but as i always said, it sounded ridiculous to just 'accidentally' butt into him on the wall way and say, 'sorry, how are you doing today (even tho we dont ever speak, God knows why!), and by the way my friend over there, the really cute one has a super crush on you and here is here number or you know what, just add her up on Facebook.'. hellooooo ridiculous!

so i was with him today, i got to really speak to him (i'm sure it would be the last time, cos as i told you, we barely speak to each other) i know most things about him, inclusive and most annoying is the fact that he almost is never wrong on guesses, (you should try it, when you meet him, it is amazing), for me, the best part is that he can always bring 'African foodstuffs' for me, whenever he travels. (isnt that great? less stress for you i know). anyways, he is single , 'not searching' hot hot hot!(like you always say when you see him) thinks he is ready to date, but not sure why he isnt doing that already.(so go get him baby!)

I digress, back to Brussels, so it was a 2 day tightly scheduled trip, but hey! a girl cant go to a new city and just have a bath in the huge bathtub and sleep alone in the huge and O.M.G. inviting bed, so i took a brief detour, walked a long walk(which i didnt realize as at the time, because i was with a friend, and you know how we girls are, we always have something to talk about.) found an empty bus at the bus station, spoke the little French i could remember from high school, long story short, he gave us a free ride to the city center, and you know what next right? ...'selfie time!'
after a while of touring the city, we had to look for a way back, and behold, it was the same bus guy, (need i say he was cute... and the way he spoke the french to me, it was like a hard reset to my memory, everything just came rushing back!, hmmmmm

so we got back to the same bus and he dropped us right where he picked us up from, oops, i almost forgot, i made some new friends in the center as well, it was there first day in Brussels and they had no idea where they were going to , (just like me) a typical case of blind leading the blind if i must say..lol. but it was fun to have spent time with new people and tried new thing,

On the long walk back to the hotel, i was so happy i was glowing, it was like i was in love.. maybe i was! there is something with french- the language, the cities, colonized or not, it just screams of love, i was happy until i got back to Tallinn! Damn, now i have to try hard to make myself happy in this country, because lets face it, nobody else will.

Inner Glow

There has been this uncommon aura around you these days, what is the secret? asks Mr A.

So babe tell me, wetin dey happen? this transformation no be here o! ah ahn! asks Ms B

Na wa o! you just go naija go brush up , freshen up, add up, wetin dem give you chop for there? asks MS C and MR D. 

These days your pictures are unique..what has changed?..seriously tell me....i want to follow too... asks Ms E. 

The list goes on and on, different diction's, all referring to one thing 'Change', i can not myself the fathom this change they all speak about (in case you haven't figured it yet, they are all referring to me), so i went home over this summer, spent 2 months at home in Nigeria, just eating and sleeping and earnestly trying to gain a few pounds, 

this wasn't my initial plan, i wanted to go home and eat, visit friends and family, gather materials for my thesis, etc... but i got home and in the sight of everybody i looked skinny dreadful, my younger one actually said i looked like a model out of a magazine, my mum was convinced i was sick of some sort, i know my dad had same thoughts but in place of words, he just kept buying mt fatty foods/snacks every single day , my grand ma, said i looked 5 years younger than my real age, (but not in a good way, because that would scare my prospective husband away, he might just think i am way too young for marriage) it is of cause always about marriage for grand parents.

then what did i do? i ate and ate and ate even more, i had a constant diet of a mixture of Malt and milk every night at 11 pm, (oh! what advice i did not get in other to gain some pounds), i wouldn't go into that, so as not scare the sh*t outta you.

at the end of the summer break, i couldn't fit into any of the clothes i went back home with, suffice to say that i went back everything i had except the winter clothing and then when there was no space in my luggage again, i gave the rest out to a second hand store, i just just one pair of jeans that i wore for the remaining two weeks till i came back to Europe.

this was good, because instead of clothing occupying space in my box, it gave me room for foodstuff, (oh boy, did i bring everything i could lay my hand on, literally everything that could pass airport control).

i'm eating well, i'm happyish, yet people are asking about the change in me? some even attributed it to a boy and or sex (like i would  need either of those to make me glow? inner beauty bi*ch!)

*heavy breathing! good to get that off my chest! 

stay tuned!

more coming your way.

Weekend Trip

It was Friday June the 12th, i was up at am, hurriedly took a shower and had a quick plate of cereal, left home at 7 and strolled to the Harbor where the rest of the group were already waiting for me,(just so you know, i didnt come late, they just came too early), so the thing is we planned a trip to Finland (Helsinki) and i thought it would be a fantastic idea to get away from the familiar buildings and routes in Estonia, get a little out of hand and have some fun in Helsinki, so i agreed to go.

In the ship it was exciting, we gisted and made a lot of noise, we were an odd group of 11, so been quiet was impossible, we had a lot to eat and drink, and then went to the dock for pictures (of cause it was my idea, lol). came back talked some more and laughed even harder. 

Cut the story short we got to Helsinki and then we realized no one actually as in actually was in charge, the lady who was to come pick us up was waiting in the city center and we needed to get to her, the panic began for some people, because we started debating on which Tram to take which ticket to buy, what was the schedule like, are going to stay together or not? 

So eventually we met her and she took us to have a meal and then said we would be fixed with different families and then meet Saturday evening, but she doesnt know which families that will be yet, (there was actually more indecision) i just called a friend and hooked myself up at her place, the group was scattered, we just went different ways, some people stayed out of Helsinki... some decided to stay over till Monday, i was in a comfortable place, but that was not the main idea of the trip, soi decided to take the last ship back to Tallinn on Saturday, i didnt enjoy the trip as i thought i would.

Helping Hand

Hi,

 So i have turned this page to my impersonal diary, the use of this word is because this is an open site and hence i cant vent as much as i want. *sucks right?...

Anyways, i had some happy thoughts and wanted to pen them down, because it has been a while and my 'mind - heart-head - brain' whatever storage space i have is bursting full with events, crap, goodies, and all what not. now the thing tho, is that i couldn't for over an hour get to this page, 

why?

I didn't have a clue at first, (remember i suck at technology), so i blamed myself for 45 minutes, finally realizing i was heading nowhere, as i kept opening and closing different pages, which ended up bringing back to where i started from in the first place. (come to think of it, i'm sure i was just going around in the same circle *ptff)

Thank goodness, i finally realized i couldn't get in because , OK back story -  i lent / gave someone my laptop  to use for some hours and she ended up setting her mail addy as the domain email, and thus, i have to go through her email to access any goggle related app! ( i know right?, what nerve she got!) so i had to now find that button, i mean i know i have seen it somewhere, sometime ago, you know, the one that says 'delete account', but i couldn't for the wold of me remember where i saw or how to get to it, ( this isnt funny) it took me another round in a different circle to finaly get to it, (whips sweat from face).

I have been known to always give a helping hand, but as we say in pidgin English ' this one hang me for neck', kai! i was so pissed  at the girl, (i'm sure she was having a blissful night rest wherever she was), after a while, i started been pissed with myself for so many things, inclusive of which was stupidity.

however, in the process of my round-abouting, i found some interesting thing about myself on the internet, lol,  i have to go back now and print that page.

see you soon.