A 2015 recap of sorts, and other things II

I chronicled the first half of my 2015 here, and it was too long so I decided to post in 2 bits. Here’s the other bit.

Jul – Sept

I moved back with no job in sight but many entrepreneurial ideas (because what else could I really do?). I have friends though, who sent my CV around and about 4 days after I got back, I got a job and my boss is my type of person, and I’m quite well-paid, so yay! My entrepreneurial ideas are now dusty though, but that’s fine for now.

Because I was broke and wasn’t sure where I was going to live when I got back, I made arrangements to go stay with the bf for a while. Even when I got a job, there were some delays with the project I was supposed to handle and I had to work remotely while that got sorted, so I was still living with the bf. That was good for us in a way, because it’s like suddenly being around each other all the time after years of long-distance. It also meant having to fly to Lagos every time either/both of my parents announced their presence, because of course I couldn’t tell them I was perching with the bf, they thought I lived with a friend in Lagos.

Aside: This friend’s house used to be my default place to stay in Lagos but she had gotten tired of the place because it wasn’t in the best location and then some dynamics in the house itself were annoying, so she  moved to a better location with better ‘dynamics’. The only snag was I couldn’t ‘move’ with her. My folks already knew about this friend but at the time I was coming back, I couldn’t tell them she’d moved because then they’d have been extra curious about where I was supposed to be living.

Oct – Dec

I travelled quite some between July and November, but for reasons too long to get into right now, my project got cancelled. So now I was and am still hanging in the balance (because I don’t have a signed contract, only a verbal, good-faith one) but working and getting paid every month.

I interviewed for a UX Design job in Kano though, and I’m hoping that comes through so that I can have a contract and my own house – even though I’m looking at houses in Lagos in case Kano doesn’t pan out. If it does though, I hope my present boss can keep me on as a remote freelancer (i.e. I want to turn his projects into my side hustle) because somehow I’m sure I’d be able to handle the load, as long as I’m still allowed to define the amount and kind of work I want to do. Fingers crossed 🙂

I’m in a pretty good place now, and I’m thankful that things are going relatively okay. I don’t have much money but I’m not destitute and reliant on my folks to subsidize my life. I had 10 goals this year, and I think I accomplished about 5.5 of them. I’m still very thankful, and hopeful for a better 2016.

I’m thankful for my family, and my boyfriend, and friends, and ALL the patience and support I’ve gotten. I’m thankful for safe travels and smooth plane rides (I really hate turbulence and my stomach drops every time there’s a bump). Thankful for relative financial ease in this last quarter, and my mother’s cooking. For good health all-round, and that there were no deaths in my immediate circle this year. For the great things that happened and are happening in the lives of ‘my people’.

In 2016 I’d like to grow as a UX Designer, by taking on more design projects in a structured environment (and I think the Kano job is the perfect avenue for me but let’s see how that goes), and I’d like to try my hand at a new UX-related blog which I’ll talk about if I do. I also want 2016 to be more fun than 2013 was, so I’d like to travel to new places (but also save money and make investments, and I wonder how I’ll pull that one off), meet interesting people, get a car, implement at least one of my entrepreneurial ideas for passive income, and kick ass at my job. Maybe I can also FINALLY learn to play the violin too.

For some inexplicable reason, the phrase “stay hungry, stay foolish” just popped into my head. I’ve just googled and seen that it’s a quote by Steve Jobs, and also the title of a book. Well, I hope that’s what I do in 2016 but not in the literal sense because it’s a very bad idea for one to literally remain without nourishment and/or wisdom.

Happy Holidays! x

 

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A 2015 recap of sorts, and other things

Until a few weeks ago, I had thought 2014 was my worst year ever, but in reality, it was only the last quarter that was horrible, the rest of the year was quite fine and fun. I wonder what factors people consider when they measure whether a year was ‘great’ or not: Goals achieved? Fun had? Horrible things and frustration kept to a minimum? I personally consider how well things went as a whole, how well I was able to navigate unexpected twists and turns, how much fun (travel, friends, maybe work) I had, etc.

2013 remains my best year so far, though. I travelled to so many new places and experienced lots of new things, was always financially okay (never buoyant but never broke), didn’t have to worry about work because I was in school, met and rolled with interesting people. So. fun. Also, I can say I really didn’t like 2014 at the end because the twists and turns were a bit too much for me.

Dec 2014 – Mar 2015

I’m happy that my problems began to resolve themselves between December and January, though. I visited Nigeria and had fun, had interviews and got a new job, I could pay my rent – this became a big deal at some point because I was broke and jobless – and moved to Amsterdam. Company bought me a new laptop and it was so fun to be working remotely, AND then I got a new client for my side hustle, which doubled my work load but it was good to be making extra money, however little.

I had a nevus in my left eye (which was there for ~11 years), I had it checked out (because I’m getting older and need to start caring about my appearance) and got scheduled for surgery to remove it.

I took a road trip to Luxembourg with my friends, and we went through Liege (Belgium), slept in Metz (France), and on our way back, had lunch in Trier (Germany). I was especially happy to take this trip because I was scheduled to move back to Nigeria after surgery and I wanted to take 1 or 2 more trips. This was it (because after this, I got broke again and there were no more trips till I left).

Apr – Jun

Living in Amsterdam was nice because I was right in the centre, near Dam Square, and it was such a good feeling to be able to walk to all the nice places (instead of having to take the tram, for example). That said, my lodgings in the centre were temporary and lasted 1 month, after which I moved again, this time to a very kind friend’s house. This friend is my person of the year 2015, because she gave up her bed for me and slept on her couch for the 3-4 months I stayed in her house and if it weren’t for her, I’d have had to move back to Nigeria sooner and broker than I’d planned, or put up in a rubbish-but-cheap apartment. She cooked for me once in a while, tried to get me to have a social life, and basically made me feel at home in her house. She also insists this wasn’t a problem at all, but she’s the type of person who likes her space and doesn’t quite like ‘invasion’, so doing this was a sacrifice of sorts, I’m sure. I hope I can be this gracious to someone in the future (or at least have enough money to rent the person a flat of their own -_-).

I finally had eye surgery, and the best part? My insurance covered it. I had to go for routine checkups and what not afterwards, which was why I was still in NL.

I lost my still-new job at some point towards the end of March. Reason? I was hired as a Product Manager but they changed strategy and didn’t quite need a full time PM any more, so it was too expensive to keep me on. Fine. In any case I had been casually reading about things, and at this point I started to think that if I was going to move back to Nigeria, maybe I’d be better off learning and specializing in UX Design because that seemed more useful, with more quantifiable benefits in the current Nigerian environment.

For UX Design, I paid for a web-based 3-month course that gave me tools and tips and taught me lots stuff that might have taken me more time to figure out. I didn’t quite finish the course though – I got so busy at one point that I started skipping classes, and then catching up was difficult after a while. Or maybe I was just scared, because I caught up on everything but the Javascript (JS) portion.

Aside: To be honest, JS looks hard and scary but when has that ever stopped anyone? I feel like this is one thing I should conquer in 2016, BUT am I going to use it for anything? Like, it’s good to know it so I can write some code once in a while, and so I can parse through code someone else has written without feeling like I’m reading Klingon, BUT in my daily life, is it necessary? I’m the sort of UX designer who likes to use visual, drag-and-drop tools to prototype my designs, so I’m a bit torn. I think I only want to learn JS so I can cross it off the list of things I ‘know’.

Moving on, I started looking for work as a UX designer. I discovered new tools and was using them to practice UX/Web design, and then I was working on my side-hustles almost full time. I don’t think I ever applied to any UXD jobs though, and I think it’s because I lacked confidence in my abilities. Instead, I’d admire the job postings, decide I don’t have the experience they’re looking for and need to practice some more, and then go and apply for the customer service jobs. Sigh.

This has gotten too long so I’m breaking it up. Part II is here.

Nigeria

Nigeria

I’ve been in Nigeria for the past couple of weeks, and I couldn’t help playing the role of an observer, seeing as I haven’t been here in 2 years. Of course, the first thing that hits you is the heat. Then the hustlers, “aunty do you need to make a call?” (I did), the banter/negotiation (“how much will you charge me, per minute?” “just call, and afterwards, you can ‘appreciate’ me in any currency”. *whet?*), the realization that a lot of your countrymen drive as if they are bereft of their senses (lots of times the boyfriend muttered “you’ll soon tell me whether it’s your daddy that owns this road”, when a road user was being silly). You also notice the improvements. Much faster internet speeds than you were accustomed to before you left, but of course, expensive (if you’re in Nigeria long-term and you’re on a budget, get a blackberry), more constant power (maybe it’s because of the festive season, but power in my parents’ house has been constant – 23.75 hours/day – since I got back. I could live with that), zebra crossings (people say they’ve always been there, at least in Lagos, so maybe this is a testament to my own ignorance). So that’s it. My friends have been so incredibly kind to me on this trip – from the one who woke up at 5:50 am to pick me from the international wing and take me to the local wing to catch my next flight (it’s quite a distance, which should ideally be serviced by airport shuttles, but hey, I landed at 5:14 am), to the one who met me at that local wing, bought me breakfast and kept me company till I checked in. There’s the boyfriend who dyed my hair (which was getting quite brown and not looking good), took care of me for 1 week and made sure I lacked nothing – power, good food, etc, then there’s the friend in Lagos who bought me a carton of bottled water, “because I don’t want you to drink sachet water and get diarrhoea”, when I went to stay in her house. There’s the one who got back from Canada, after being away like me for 2 years, and bought me a book because she heard I wanted to start some sort of business. {Speaking of which, before that, before I left NL, there was the darling friend who heard I wanted to start a business and sent me 2 not-cheap books, one of which is heavy enough to be used as a doorstop, but thankfully not useless at all. I won’t forget that, especially because I got home to meet those books after I had just received rubbish news.} There are of course, my parents, in whose living room I’m currently sitting, who want me to eat all the food. They bought me a protein shake “because you’re way too thin” (I am. I see my ribs when I look in the mirror these days). They go out of their way to make sure I’m comfy and making the right life choices. So, to all of you, whether or not you’re reading this, (I have probably said this to you in person already but) thank you. A lot. You’re more loved and appreciated than I let on. Moving on, the weather in my parents’ city has been interesting. It’s harmattan, which is really not *that* cold, but these days I find myself having to wear thermals, of all things, to bed. Well then.

Christmas

My Christmas this year was very meh. Like, I did not sing a single carol, did not feel psyched about any single thing. There were (and still are) just fireworks scaring my dog (who is quite big and barks something fierce and scares everyone, but is scared of fireworks and acts like a peasant when she’s hungry. Smh.) I hear it was snowing in NL though, so they had a white christmas which I’m sad I missed, mainly because it was a WHITE CHRISTMAS. Oh well. There was food and cake, drinks and cousins, and I amused them with my instant camera. At some point, on the 26th, I turned on the radio to listen to some carols (because, the last time I checked, carols are played quite often around this period), and what did I hear? “Because you know I’m all about that bass, ‘bout that bass, no treble…”-_-
I still want to go on an adventure in this country, before I leave. An adventure for me could be a road trip to some town, or a train trip to a town (those aren’t common in Nigeria so it counts as an adventure), or an excursion to somewhere like the Fela Shrine (I’m curious. I’m also curious about theatre in Lagos, and that thing called ‘afropolitan vibes’).

I hope everyone had a lovely Christmas. I should be back tomorrow or next to do a review of my year but just in case I don’t, here’s to everyone who made my 2014 any good. Thank you. And to the ones we lost along the way, you’re missed.

Happy Holidays!!!

My Christmas

I’m in the UK on holiday. How’s that going? For starters, I should say I’m very glad my flight wasn’t delayed because of the storms the UK has been experiencing. Then I’ve been fighting a war between being lazy and wanting to try my hand at making new food. Note that ‘new food’ does not include anything fancy, like those exotic salads. I did entertain the thought briefly, but laziness won. By ‘new food’, I mean things I’m sure everyone else knows how to make, which I’ve never tried, like meat pies. Or Egusi soup.
On Christmas day, I went to church. That was really nice, it reminded me of my church in France. It wasn’t as traditional as I expected, but most churches are evolving anyway, and perhaps traditional behavior is now reserved for churches like The Eliza’s Queen’s. Got bad news about a job a couple of days ago. Ugh. I really need a break on that front. Went shopping on Boxing Day, but mostly for the boyfriend. Not much for me, because, low-cost airline baggage restrictions. Oh and a bit of ‘brokeness’ too (remember I went to Berlin last week? That cost money, not tree leaves).
The weather has been really good in my part of the UK, I must say. I mean, UK weather is supposedly always horrible, especially in winter, and I heard/read this winter has been predicted to be the worst in…was it 100 years? Maybe that sort of bad weather behavior will begin in January/February. Oh and in the news this morning, there were reports of a fire on a ferry on its way to Amsterdam, from somewhere in the UK. Tyne, I think it was. They were just 30 miles off the coast though, and they managed to get back to safety on land. However, I’m just remembering all the times I’ve been on ferries this year…what if… Hmm.
My face has been reacting to something, and unfortunately I can’t remedy it till I get home, I think. Maybe I’ll put some milk on it to soothe it in the mean time. (Oh look at me, washing in milk like royalty. LOL.) Well, right now I’m sprawled in front of the TV, nursing an upset stomach and watching Titanic for the first time ever. I’ve just seen the part where the ship hit the iceberg. Oh dear.

Merry Christmas

To those who celebrate it, Merry Christmas; to those who don’t, Seasons Greetings/Happy Holidays (and if you don’t have any vacation at this time, well… have a nice day anyway).

I’ve been having exams for the past couple of weeks, and for some reason, for the first time in my life, I had no motivation (or fear, really) to study for my exams. That was odd. I did manage to study though, just not as much as I’d have liked – and I think they all went okay apart from the last one, which everyone found difficult anyway, so it’s not like the difficulty stemmed from the fact that I didn’t study.

This post is already looking quite disjointed, but then I hope you find it a tad enjoyable, if nothing.

After I got back from the Uk in November, I went to Brussels the very next weekend. I had applied and been invited by Careers International to attend a career fair, and accommodation was supposed to be gratis, in Sheraton. Of course I accepted, how could I turn down a free night in Sheraton? The career fair itself was successful, I think. At least I got 2 interviews, and I have a follow-up interview scheduled for January. So that’s good, no?

After the career fair, a couple of people and I decided to explore Brussels for a while before we got on our trains. I had Belgian waffles, and chocolate, and saw a Tintin store (remember him? The Adventures of Tintin?), and the statue of the peeing boy, Manneken Pis (I still don’t know why that thing is so popul…wait. I just googled. Now I know. Apparently he even has a female counterpart too. Tor). I think that was quite a fun experience for me, being that I only had a couple of hours.

After Belgium, I had quite a number of assignment deadlines, and one interview, and I managed to handle them (yay me). Then disaster struck. One, I didn’t get one of the jobs I interviewed for, and I had gotten to the last stage already. Two, another one I interviewed for, was cancelled. As in they cancelled the position. That was sad, but not as devastating as the one I didn’t get. Next, my laptop stopped working. I can say right now that I do not have a functional laptop, but thankfully, I have an e-reader, which is what I used to study for exams. One day I set an alarm before going to bed, because I was supposed to have a meeting in the morning, and a presentation afterwards. The meeting was at 9:00. Guess what time yours truly woke up? 9:08. Why? Because my phone, whose battery was at 85% before I slept, decided to die for no reason during the night, hence the alarm didn’t go off. You know how I said I was going to get a Nexus 5 because I was tired of the stupid phone? Well, in the Netherlands, it costs almost twice the original Google Play Store price. This is because consumption tax here is really high, and I’m guessing that’s also why we don’t have a Play Store for Netherlands. Anyway, I decided to get the Moto G by Motorola/Google. If you follow tech news (I don’t, but it always seems to be around me), you might have heard of the Moto G before, and you’d have seen that it’s new, and the reviews are awesome. Time to get the phone, I placed an order on Expansys NL. They sent me a message asking for verification of stuff, and I responded to the message, and even called several times. No one picked up the phone, no one responded to my email. Well played, Expansys. So I kept looking anyway, and then I found Handtec Uk. They had the model I was looking for, but it was out of stock. I typed in my email address so they’d send me a notification when they finally had it, and the day I saw the ‘in stock’ notification, I placed my order. They asked for verification as well, but they were prompt to respond to my messages and concerns, and my package arrived the day they said it would. Guess what? It was also a lot cheaper than Expansys. LOL. Anyway, so I’ve got a new phone, and I couldn’t be happier. Honestly. The phone is not perfect, of course…to cut costs, they had to make the camera and speakers more than a tad shitty, and the phone came without earphones or a wall charger, just a USB cable. I have never been exposed to such ‘peasantry’ in my history of phone purchases, but it is very excellent value for money anyway, so I can’t even complain. The pictures are decent in optimal/natural light, and you can use HDR for nighttime pictures; also, I’ve still got the earphones that came with my Sony phone, so it’s all good. Now, all that’s left is a new laptop. I want a Macbook Air, or something just as slim. The only ones I’ve seen that fit the bill are made by Samsung, but then I’m not sure how Samsung laptops behave, I mean, that’s not exactly the brand you think of when you want to get a laptop. Ah well..

After my exams ended last week, my friends and I took a road trip to Berlin. We found a really cheap, fully furnished 4 bedroom apartment near the ‘city center’, where ‘cheap’ = 15 Eur a night, per person. There were 5 of us. On our last night there, we had to move to another place, so we found somewhere called Design and Style Hotels, also close to the center. We got 3 rooms for 68 Eur in total, so that’s less than 14 Eur per person. You would think for that price, it would be shitty, but nonono, I dare say my room in that hotel was much, much better than my room in Sheraton. (Maybe I shouldn’t compare, since DaS appears to be really new, and Sheraton is quite old, but) I was very impressed. The customer service was also quite excellent.

Okay my word count has gotten too long. If you managed to make it this far, I’m sorry it was this long. Happy Holidays people!

Roma

I’m going to assume that people actually read this blog, so…Buon Natale my lovelies! (that’s Merry Christmas in Italian 🙂 )
Hope everyone had a good day, regardless of whether or not you believe in Christmas.
Anyway, I said I would share pictures, so…

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That is an actual person, not a statue.

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Church beside the museum Risorgimento.

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Representation of a battle, I’ve forgotten which.

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Handcuffs that were used back in the days.

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From the days of yore, their cards and chess pieces.

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Painting portraying Mount Vesuvius erupting.

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Pen and ink used to sign something that marked the end of one of the World Wars.

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Somewhere on Palatine Hill.

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Part of the Colloseum

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I thought this was nice, making a wedding photo with the Colloseum in the background. I noticed that there was no crowd with the couple, just 2 people.

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Word has it that this castle was built by a particular family, to defend themselves from another family across. Didn’t catch the names.

Week 14

Monday: Marketing exam. This one actually went well, I think.*

During the exam, I spent quite some time writing my draft (I have no idea why I have this habit, seeing as it is time wasting. But I can’t imagine writing directly on my answer sheet, without first working out any kinks that may be present in my answers. If I do, my entire sheet would be a hot mess).

After writing the draft, I began transferring the answers to the main answer sheet, and I had only used about 1 of 4 pages when I heard people requesting extra answer sheets. I was shocked, to say the least, and I started doubting myself. Like aix|en, are you sure you’re writing the correct thing? About 5 people had requested extra sheets by this time. Well, I didn’t have time to ponder too much on whether or not I was writing the correct thing(s), because time was running out very fast. At the end of my entire writing, I had used 2.5 of 4 pages. Note that my handwriting is tiny, but I make it large when I’m writing exams.

Anyway, 10 pages or 2 pages, the entire thing is to score an A.

Tuesday: MIS (aka pseudo-programming) exam. I have no idea how this exam went, or if I will have an A. This is one of those courses where it doesn’t matter that your lecturer told you where to read, and how to answer his questions. It really doesn’t. I thought I was the only one in this predicament, but when I heard my unvoiced despair echoed by everyone after the exam, I knew I wasn’t. I will cross my fingers and see what this brings. I’m glad it’s over though, and I’m glad I had such a helpful lecturer.

After the exam, I went to do some light shopping for household items. I have to be careful what I buy these days, because I’m moving soon and I don’t want to have to lug unfinished FMCG-category stuff around. I don’t even think I’m buying food anymore. I forgot to pay for my bus pass though, and I feel guilty. I had proudly said I wouldn’t pay for December, but I would feel too too dishonest if I don’t. Ugh.

I found the French word for that thing I called puff puff in my last post, it’s Croustillon, and here’s a picture

On my way back, I saw the most amazing scene, just there on display, no one attending. I couldn’t capture everything with my camera, but it’s just like something I saw in the museum at Monaco, only that this is more Christmas-y, and alive. Like the mill is moving, and water is actually flowing. It’s basically a village scene, set in medieval (I think) times. Beautiful stuff.

Last week in class, the MIS lecturer reminded me of a French song I learned as a kid, called ‘Dominique’** by the Belgian singing nun, Jeanine Deckers (Soeur Sourire). Listen, you might like it.

Dominique

Wednesday: Nothing other than an evening French class today. I think I will go to Oppidum d’Entremont, if the weather is fine.

I want to go to Strasbourg. It’s a German town in France, and I hear their Christmas markets are lovely. Of course, there are other wonderful Christmas markets around me, but I just want to go to Strasbourg. I also want to go to Parc National des Calanques, in Marseille. That’s a more immediately-achievable wish, so I shall do just that.

There’s a tour trip to Avignon this weekend, I think I’ll go. It appears I just want to visit everywhere in Southern Europe before I leave for the North, LoL. It’s logistically impossible though, so I shall content myself with the towns around me, and Italy.

Thursday: I go to class this morning, but then I leave after I find out that there’s no lecture, it’s just a series of presentations, and my own presentation is supposed to hold tomorrow. May as well get ready for that, plus I’m sleepy. I decide to stop at Oppidum d’Entremont, and well, what I see is quite interesting. I just try to imagine the Romans leaving their land (about 2 hours away by plane), and coming here to settle down. Like how long would it have taken them to ride their horses and/or chariots to somewhere so far, and even then, how did they know where to settle, and where not to? Why there? Yes, the Romans came to this town because of water, but I mean, assuming they didn’t find water here, would they have continued moving until they did? Perhaps they would have gotten to Africa? How come their food and other supplies didn’t run out on the way? Okay they must have killed animals and roasted, and also eaten fruits and stuff. Water nko? What if they hadn’t found water here? Because, I mean, how much water could you possibly carry with you on a journey whose duration you’re not sure of? Too many questions.

Anyway, I go about my business, and then I go back to school at 4pm, for a meeting. This meeting is a dance rehearsal, for tomorrow. I think I’ve mentioned this before, but just in case I haven’t, tomorrow is the second Intercultural Day at my school, and this time the French cook for us, while we sing and/or dance for them, or put on any other show we like. Yes, so the Africans are dancing to Oliver Twist, Kukere, and Kuduro. Nice abi? No, not for me. You see, I have the proverbial ‘two left feet’, and a preponderance of self control. Terrible combination, but I do not want to look like the jerk who doesn’t ever participate in anything, so I will dance. Or move like a robot, whatever.

Friday: I have 2 reports to submit today, and a presentation. I’m happy we’re coming to the end of all these things, but then it will all begin afresh in January. -sigh-

I wake up feeling sick though, like really terrible. I try to go back to bed, to sleep it off, but nothing changes, so I try to go about my normal business, still no change. It suddenly occurs to me that my body might be revolting because I didn’t eat properly yesterday. I mean, I ate 3 times, but apparently I didn’t get enough nutrition or something. So apparently, my body cannot even support me if I decide to go on a fast of any sort. I find myself getting better with every bite of food I take, which is a relief, because I have too many things lined up for today.

The Intercultural Day goes extremely well, the Indians have something to present, the Vietnamese and Indonesians too, a Vietnamese girl dances to the popular ‘Gangnam Style’ (the crowd goes crazy with that), the Chinese sing a song, and EVERYONE loves our dance. Like, at the end, we call people to come and dance with us to the Kuduro, and the response is too amazing (I had imagined that only like 4 people would come, but no. Here we are, fighting for space on the dance floor).

After the show, we eat. The French students have prepared food and drinks from their different regions. Amazing stuff, and now I can say French cuisine isn’t as terrible as what I’ve been eating has led me to conclude. I taste and taste and taste, and drink and drink and drink, till I am way too full (shey my body wants food, let’s stuff it). And then it is time to go home, but the last bus has gone. Of course, we wait a while before we discover this, and then we have to walk back to school, and seeing as I don’t have any friend who has a car, well, I am quite worried. But then, a kind American-French-Chilean soul decides to give us a ride, and other people do the same. This dude is really nice and funny and well travelled, he’s a lecturer at the school (why don’t I have such lecturers abeg?)…and his daughter is too cute and precocious. He actually made jollof rice for the Festival at school, and it tasted good!  They call it another name though, but I didn’t quite catch it. Starts with a ‘j’ as well.

This time around, cheers to the friggin’  -raises glass of punch- weekend!!!

* I say ‘I think’ because with business-related courses, there really is no way of being 100% sure, until you get your results. Not like engineering where you mostly just have to know and apply formulae.

** Apparently, this song was used as a sound track in American Horror Story: Asylum, so it might bring back scary memories if you’ve seen the series. I don’t do horror, so I’m blissfully ignorant 🙂

PS: We hit zero degrees Celsius today. It snowed too. It was more like frozen rain, but whatever. The ground looked like someone poured silica gel all over, and people were just trying to slide on the road. One guy fell though, poor dude. Of course I stopped trying to join and slide after I saw him fall, I’m not looking to break my bones or laptop or watch, thanks.

PPS: Sorry there are no pictures of the food, I was too busy eating, and my hands were too full.

 

Pictures of the scene I talked about earlier

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Pictures of Oppidum
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Saw this tower and wondered why I’ve never come to explore it
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