I’m back from my almost four weeks in Nigeria and I am thankful to God for a safe journey to and fro and also within Nigeria. Honestly: North America is just too far away from Africa and that Atlantic Ocean is just too vast! When you make a trip, even a day trip, and learn of others who got into accidents on the same route, sometimes mere hours before or after your own trip, you just have to be thankful that your life was spared.
I’m also thankful that we met my brothers and father who stayed behind in good health.
The trip was too short. I had grand dreams of blogger meetups and lots of swanky socializing, but the reality is when the idea hits you at the last minute, when your internet access isn’t constant and when you don’t have the phone numbers of many of the people you wanted to reach due to lack of planning, things don’t end up happening. I apologize to those of you who were expecting a phone call or text message from me while I was in town.
I had also hoped to visit Abuja for the first time but I was reluctant to fly and then by the time I was more open to flying, funds were getting low and everyone had recommended that I buy my tickets in advance to save money. Before flying was an option, we had road transportation issues: I was skeptical about my mom, sister and I using public transport by ourselves and we didn’t have a family member who was free to accompany us.
The trip was surprising in some good and bad ways. The good surprises will be shared soon. There were some family disappointments: three of my mom’s four brothers in Nigeria along with their wives decided to boycott seeing their sister (and my sister and I by association), so we didn’t see them or their children during the visit. My mom was very hurt by this, and even tried calling them to find out what the problem was. It turns out they were disappointed that my parents had not sent them cars like others abroad have apparently done for their younger siblings. My mom’s aunt also rejected a gift from my mom, saying that it couldn’t “be worth more than N12,000”; so it was not valuable enough of a gift for her. Later this same aunt was admitted to the hospital so my mom went to visit her, only to be abused as the woman mocked my parents for being in Canada and not being as wealthy as she was, for not even having a house in Nigeria that we can stay in; for having to stay with our grandma (her older sister) who doesn’t even have running water. She bragged about how modern her own house was, about her generator and her plumbing. My mom was understandably quite hurt by this family nonsense, but I am so thankful to God for the friends who treated us like family and other family members who were completely unselfish with their time and made us forget those slights.
I’m almost late for work so I’m off for now. Stay tuned for more about the trip. Thank you for your prayers and support and checking on me…it’s much appreciated!
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