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My Birthday


Birthdays are always fun when you have the right people around you. This past Wednesday, I celebrated 26 years on God’s green earth!! This was my first birthday out of school and also my first time celebrating my birthday in Nigeria after my long exit. The awesome thing about birthdays is that anything can happen. 

To kick off my birthday week, we went to the moves (see previous post).  On my actual birthdate, we
cooked fried rice and chicken, and my aunt surprised me with three bottles of wine. Already winning!! We ate, took pictures and just enjoyed ourselves. Things got interesting when a friend to my cousin stated that a guy friend of hers wanted to take us out. Ummm okay! Funny thing about this gentleman is that he is significantly older than my cousin’s friend. Like 50. LOL. Any-who, the guy, my bad, the man, wanted to take us any where we wanted. Because my cousin is nice and considerate, we went to a little hangout that was very chill and lowkey. We thought it be more the guy’s (I mean man’s) scene. But nooo, this gentleman wanted to go to a place that was more “happening” like a fast-food place.  Umm, Ok, when did fast food become happening? No one knows, but he was driving and paying so we obliged. We went to Dominos and Coldstone, the most happening fast food joint in Abuja. In Nigeria, there’s no Dominos without Coldstone, they are like a package deal. You eat pizza then get ice cream. This mixture of dairy products was very new to me but I’m not mad at it. When in Rome, right?!!

We happily ordered our pizza and ice cream and proceeded to stuff our faces. After the pizza and ice cream, my cousin and I were ready to go home however, our tour guide was not ready. He wanted us to get MORE food and hangout all night. First of all, no sir, you’re old. It’s past your bed time. Second, I’m not trying to explode. Remember, I ate fried rice and chicken at home, then pizza and ice cream, now this guy wants me to get MORE FOOD? Reasons, I’m “fat.” Upon much protest, the gentleman carried us to a street food hangout. There he ordered two whole chicken suyas, for us to take home. Yes, I said a whole chicken. The chicken would be delicious of course because it was grilled and covered in awesome spices [think rotisserie chicken, but a million times better.] but it was too late to be eating all that food. It had to be a sin. We ended up taking the food home to share with the rest of the family. 


After the chicken suya, we were still not free to go. LOL. This guy took us to a major pharmacy under the pretense of needing medicine. He then colluded with my cousin to buy me a nice bottle of perfume. It was so sweet. Strange, but sweet. It goes to show you that when a guy wants to get in good with a girl, he becomes extra nice to her friends. Too bad it didn’t work out that way this time around. Lol don’t judge us!!

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