CarRant

That awkward moment when you look at something but you don’t see it! Am I making sense? Can I get a witness? No? Well, stay with me and I’ll explain in a bit. I was thinking of a new post, as one was over due, (before I become a once-in-21-days blogger! Heaven forbid!!) and an earlier experience this year of looking but not seeing came to mind. It started to take on flesh as I thought about it some more. I then made a mental note to revisit it once I was sat in-front of my PC with better music playing through my B&O speakers (thanks a lot bro!)

If you’ve read one of my first posts on this blog, you might remember this one on my initial driving experiences. (GOD is helping your sister! Amen!) Let me detour a bit: Continue reading

the art of being Home – Travel

As is rather common in Nigeria, more people live outside their states of origin than within. in like manner, I live in one part of Nigeria but originate, as in my family bloodline flows from a different part. In my time so far, I have used the major forms of transportation in Lagos. I have airplane’d, Uber’d, taxi’d, private car’d, hire car’d, Keke Marwa’d, bus’d, and as recent as last Sunday, okada’d! Huwaddav thought!! My sister must not hear this. I’m sure I had sworn never to take them crazy quarter-life weapons of singular destruction. The only one I’ve not entered is Molue – maybe I’ve been permanently delivered from that! Amen? Continue reading