The fat girl that went to Nigeria.

I was excited to journey back to Nigeria under the assumption that things were moving forward. Though my assumptions were correct, the pace is unbearably slow. Coming from a country that has already established its pace and desperately tries to follow it, I was naïve to think that Nigeria’s progress would be in the same galaxy as the United States. My naivety began when I landed in Lagos, I was not bombarded by greedy immigration officers making it difficult for me to pass through the arrival line. However, the moment I made it to customs, I was immediately asked “aunty, do us merry Christmas now?” I politely said I had nothing to give. Though a little forward, I was not surprised nor was I upset. As I scanned the crowd to find my Aunt, I was disappointed that the eating options near baggage claim was minimal. I was more disappointed at the appearance for the gateway to Nigeria. The floors were dirty; the walls had chipped paint or were just plain dirty. Brown was the color of the day...

My name is Ekib Ekure, I am an attorney turned clothing "exporter" turned blogger turned law school student (again). I will explain all of my various titles in the posts to come. So, why blog? Because, why not! Welcome to my journey!! This blog is meant to be a lighthearted depiction of my return to Nigeria after 17 years abroad. I was inspired to come back for a second law degree after reading Chimamanda's "Americanah." Only sad thing is that I didn't have my own bald headed man waiting for me :(. Oh well, life goes on. So, as I was saying, this blog will detail my various experiences as a "returnee." I expect that you will laugh and engage with me. So come along with me on my lovely journey through Nigeria, I promise you'll be thoroughly entertained. Satisfaction guaranteed (or your money back).