I swear this isn’t a travel blog now but all I want to write about is the trip. Late last week, I decided to throw anything related to the trip into my suitcase so I don’t forget it. Of course I still need to make a proper list as was suggested, but in the meantime my “dump into the suitcase” plan seems to be working ok.
Just some updates on the Nigerian passport situation. I am confident that I will get my passport in the next week or two, so that’s good. But remember those envelopes that I was told I needed two of, and my sister needed two also? The ones that cost me about thirty dollars for the four of them? Well, the guy processing our passports mailed back the form we had filled out in one envelope. When I went to drop off the form, I asked the woman why I was told to buy each of us two envelopes when they just used one envelope for the two of us, and I asked if they were also going to also mail us our passports in one envelope. She said they probably would, so you know what I did? I asked for my two extra envelopes back! I didn’t get them yet but it doesn’t hurt to try, abi? I need a tshirt that says I am cheap on it (but it might be taken the wrong way!).
The other thing that made me laugh is when I went to drop off the forms, the receptionist was on the phone. As I waited for her to finish, she asked the person on the phone to hold on for a moment. I thought she was going to say hello, and tell me that I should hold on a moment. Instead she asked me if I had submitted a copy of my parents’ passport with my application. When I told her yes, she went back to the phone and said “Yes, you do need to have a copy of your Nigerian parents’ passport in order to apply for your passport.”
Ok, why didn’t she know that off the top of her head? She is the one responsible for checking that we have what is needed! No wonder she needed me to bring in the checklist that is posted on the websiteâ€”she has no clue!
(She’s not Nigerian sha, but I think the HC could do better with their choice of receptionist.)
In other news, look at this cute pin that I received at the October 1 celebration last week:
I already misplaced mine sef, so I had to borrow this one from my sister. I will be asking for a couple of them when I next visit the HC. I can’t wait to pin it proudly on my jacket.
I met a friend for dinner last night, and while I was waiting for her to show up, I went into Payless ShoeSource to see if there were any cute shoes around. While I was in my section (Size 11, wide), I saw a mother and daughter and every now and then I thought I heard a Yoruba word spoken. If I wasn’t sure whether or not I am my mother’s daughter before, I know I am now. Guess what I asked the mother? I said, with my accent and all, Shey Yorubu l’ehn so? (don’t laugh now, I was trying to ask Are you speaking Yoruba? The mom smiled and said it was, and we talked for a few minutes. She was visiting her son who is in university here; she lives in Lagos but two of her sons are studying in Canada. I told her I was going to Nigeria and she said she’s based in Lagos. She gave us her phone number, and told us to call her when we get there. Isn’t that cool? I mean what are the odds that I’d meet someone who is my city for a few days, who is visiting from Nigeria and who will be back there by the time I arrive? And she’s from the same state as we are, and her husband is from where my mom is from.
All is well and now I’m going to reply to the comments left on the last entry. You guys are really too wonderful for words.