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Things I Hate About Being Late 

This topic right here, it is slyly the story of my life.  I think a lot of people (especially black people) can relate to this. I have racked my brain for a starting point or a particular event that has brought about about such a lax attitude to punctuality and unfortunately I can’t think of one.

This post was inspired by this video I watched on YouTube. I’ve linked it below ⬇

So in no particular order, here are some of the things I hate about being late;

1. Having to prepare a credible argument/excuse for why you are late – this is figured out while still on the way to the destination. Excuses may range from oversleeping, to missing the bus, traffic on the way or another valid excuse.

2. Missing the beginning of the event – especially when it’s an event you have been looking forward to. For me this used to be the praise and worship part of the Sunday church service at my church at university. I LOVE praise and worship and hated missing it (obviously not enough though or I would have been earlier)

3. Sprinting/power walking to catch the train or other mode of transport to get to where you are trying to be – you give it your all to catch the said mode of transport, especially the train/bus that will help you scrap “on time”. If you miss it, there is no hope for even scraping on time.

4. Trying to cram the morning routine into 5/10 minutes – this tends to happen after oversleeping or when the alarm doesn’t go off. The morning routine which would normally take 30/45 minutes is crammed into 5/10 minutes. This is not an easy thing to do and involves aspects of the routine being omitted or being done on the way to the destination.

5. Feeling bad as you give yourself a telling off for being late AGAIN – you always scold yourself that it will not repeat itself again. Until the next time….

6. The knowing stares when you have to walk into an event late – especially when everyone else was on time. In these situations, it is advisable to perch QUIETLY at the back of the room to remain as inconspicuous as possible.

7. Having notoriety among friends for being repeatedly late 

9. Feeling a great sense of achievement when you FINALLY get to a place early or on time – it is possible. Takes a lot of planning but it is definitely possible.

Can you think of any more? Share them below

Until next time 

Memoirs Of A Yoruba Girl 

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Christianity – The Nigerian Way 

​Hi all

I’ve been privileged to be a part of an African church for several years. I must say that no two days are the same and there is always something to make you giggle, always. Below I’ve shared just some of the unique things about attending or growing up in an African church

1.Hymns are subject to various types of remixes – hymns are usually quite sombre songs but I have heard hymns on the keyboard, with a talking drum, with beats and on the saxophone – and all suprisingly quite good too.

2. Any excuse to dance is welcomed with open arms – during the offering, if the pastor wants a dance session, if someone is bringing their new baby to church, if someone has a testimony, the list goes on

3. “Offering time = blessing time”, “Testimony time =blessing time”, “up up Jesus = down down satan” are some of the more popular phrases that everyone knows.

4. The service is liable to run over stated time once in a while

5. You don’t really need a background in music to join the music ministry – all you need is a willing heart and a voice (whatever it sounds like)

6. New years eve aka crossover night is mandatorily spent at church 

7. Sunday service requires your Sunday best – so best outfit, shoes, hair, make up, only the best for God’s house 

8. Testimony givers will most likely sing a song unless warned otherwise 

9. Attending an African church gives you non biological mandatory family who will expect invitations to all major life events 

10. Mum or dad making a night vigil compulsory is pretty much iron clad – whether or not you feel like it or not 

11. Special church occasions mean Jollof Rice,  fried rice, cake, drinks or all of the above 

12. The service always ends with “the grace of Our Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God…..” always.

These are the few I can think of. Do you have any other ones? Share them below!
Until next time 

Memoirs Of A Yoruba Girl 

That Time I Went To Nigeria (Part 2)

Hey everyone

Hope you’ve enjoyed my experience so far. Please enjoy part two!

Day 7
Party Time! The party was in my village called Oke Odan in Ogun State. After packing all the food , we all got dressed and headed towards the venue.

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I was privileged to visit my grandmother and grandfathers grave (on my mother’s side). I was privileged to meet both my grandmothers but never met either of my grandfathers :-(.

After the party, someone kindly gave my parents the gift of a LIVE TURKEY. The only issue is that we had to travel home (about an hour’s journey) with a noisy and really big turkey. Needless to say I could not relax.

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The turkey was pretty big, minus the tail part. As we were driving, the bumps of the road would get the turkey aggravated, causing it to squak and flap loudly. It did nap for some of the journey as well. Prior to this, I had only seen turkeys on TV and on a plate at Christmas.

Unfortunately for me, we were stuck in traffic for over an hour and a half and things came to a completely standstill. So I was trapped in the car with the crazy turkey in the boot, 😦 o dear. The traffic was supposedly started by a goods vehicle that felt like going a different way to what road signage showed, causing us to be stuck and moving very little.

After we were able to move, my mum’s brother decided to take the turkey home = Freedom! We got in about 12pm or so after leaving at about 6/7pm.

Day 9
I’m not sure if this event occured on day 9 of my trip but the incident is VIVID in mind. As you already know, it was the rainy season during my stay. We headed out to visit some family members. Driving was ok, some of the roads were in a bit of a state but we carried on. Until we were driving in puddles that were almost reaching the passenger window in the car!! I was on the edge of my seat and was thanking God profusely that we didnt get flooded in the car.

My other experiences during my stay
The top of the list is NEPA! Everyone complains about Nepa, with good reason. During our stay, most times there would be electricity all through the night and then mid morning, the electricity would go. This meant a lot of the time we would be reliant on a generator. The generator runs on petrol/diesel and powers things up when Nepa isn’t working.

Some pictures of my stay
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In case you didn’t guess, I had an AMAZING time. I love going to Nigeria and feel lucky to visit even if it’s not as often as I would like. I feel privileged to be from a country that is so rich in culture and has such a great diversity of people. Admittedly, there are quite a few things I would like to change but we always thank God for progress. I will admit, visiting can be a bit of a culture shock and takes some getting used to but as the saying goes, “There’s no place like home”

Thanks for reading,
Until next time

MemoirsOfAYorubaGirl
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