Challenge of the Month: Lads Holiday

Mahan, Shak and Riyad are three of my dearest friends, so going on holiday with them didn’t seem like a big deal to me, as this is something that we’ve been trying to make a thing since foundation year. Many people were sceptical about me being the only girl, which again, wasn’t really a big deal to me, but it was my first “lads” holiday, which is why I guess it can count as a challenge.

We had a lovely week in Dubrovnik, Croatia; it was so SO much fun! Dubrovnik is a very beautiful, albeit expensive city, and highlights included the Game of Thrones tour, visiting and kayaking around Lokrum Island, our day trip to Montenegro, the amazing view from Panorama restuarant, and the food, ofcourse. SO YUM.





Ofcourse, what happened in Dubrovs stays in Dubrovs, because the things I’ve been privy to would need a whole new blog dedicated to them… hahahahaha, oy vey.

But to answer a question I’ve been getting a lot, the answer is no, Shak and I are not going out. Even though we do make a cute couple- Shak would be the one punching, ofcourse.


Overall it was a great holiday that went way too quickly, and even though the guys can be super annoying sometimes, I love them really, and I know I’m blessed to have them. Three angels tbh…




Greetings from Budapest!

This is Buda Castle from behind, and it is part of the beautiful view we have from our apartment. This picture doesn’t do it much justice but trust me, it’s so much prettier in person. Seriously, seeing the lights in all their glory made me FEEL. Feel what, you ask? I don’t even know, man, but it was like the fog had lifted, like the sky was new, and it was warm and real and bright…

And that was just the castle! I think I’ll probably combust from allllll the feels I’ll get when I visit here tomorrow:

chain bridge

SO PRETTY, my heart just can’t take it.


Challenge of the Month: Holiday Without Family

Okay so my trip to Amsterdam last week wasn’t the first time I’ve been abroad without my parents, but it was my first holiday without The Keen One a.k.a Kenny. I went with a friend from uni and we had so much fun! Highlights of the trip for me were visiting the Anne Frank House, the Van Gogh museum, the Rijksmuseum, and THE ZOO. We also accidentally wandered into the Red Light District one day and discovered that the ‘ladies of the night’ don’t exactly wait till dark to come out… yeah.

Ofcourse I knew of Amsterdam’s reputation before going there, I just didn’t think things would be so… in your face, you know? Like children’s toy stores right next to porn/sex shops? And cannabis casually being sold on the streets? WHOA. The smell of weed everywhere was also an experience- I actually went into a “coffeeshop” to see what it was like inside and everyone was so nice! I wonder why…

Amsterdam is a very beautiful city though; being there made me realise just how sheltered I am, and I’m glad I am! Here are some of the many pictures I took while we were there.

Here I was thinking, “Lol where even am I?”

Outside the Anne Frank House:

Outside the Rembrandt House:


 Monkeying around at the zoo:

 The Rijksmuseum:

 Being a sunflower at the Van Gogh Museum:

Obligatory ‘iamsterdam’ photo:

 Visited Hillsong Amsterdam and got to watch the amazing Watoto Choir:

The Flowermarket:

Finally, never has a poster summed up my love life so accurately. Food before dudes, ALWAYS.


Half of a Yellow Sun

I am very very excited because I booked one of my holidays for summer this evening! This isn’t my first holiday without my family but it IS the first time I’m going abroad without my twin sister, so this is all super duper exciting and a bit scary but still very very exciting, BUZZING.

Anyways I’m back at uni, and it’s like I never left because I’ve settled back into my #studentlyf routine. I’m done with lectures for the year so all I’ve got left is my clinical placement next week and my exams in a couple of weeks. I have even MORE free time than I did last term, so I made a revision timetable to make sure I make the most of it. I realised last term that I wasted a lot of time by taking naps, so that definitely won’t be happening this term. I revise by making notes and going through lectures, because I’m a reader/writer learner, so that’s what I will be doing. Fun fun fun!

In other news I’m reading Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie right now, and it’s made me realise that I really don’t know much about the history of Nigeria. The plot is based around the Biafran Civil war after Nigeria’s independence in 1960, and I came across the book when I saw the trailer for the film adaptation a couple of months ago. Before reading the book I knew nothing about this war, didn’t even know it’d actually happened, and that made me think, “Wait a minute, apart from the ‘big’ events like Independence Day, what do I actually know about Nigeria’s history…?” The answer? Not much. This made me feel bad because I claim to be proud of my dual citizenship, but I’m slacking in the Nigerian side of it even though I was born there! Absolutely TAI-rrible.

I guess as a kid I was never really interested in history (I was a pretty self-absorbed kid to be honest), and I left Nigeria just before starting secondary school there, which is when the curriculum really goes into the history of the country. So it’s not really my fault I suppose, I just feel bad for not caring back then because I really took having my grandma around to give a first hand account for granted. Found out that granddad actually fought in the Biafran War, which is pretty cool!

Half of a Yellow Sun is a really really good book though; it’s taught me so much about Igbo culture, which is very different from that of the Yorubas, my family’s ethnic group. I can understand how comparisons can be made between Half of a Yellow Sun and Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart, because both are about the Igbo and discuss the impact of British colonialism on Nigeria. A quote that’s stayed with me from the book is something Odenigbo says during one of his rants, “I am Nigerian because a white man created Nigeria and gave me that identity. I am black because the white man constructed black to be as different as possible from his white. But I was Igbo before the white man came.” So so interesting.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie is brill and her talk on why we should all be feminists is worth listening to.