Being a student here in the UK can put one in a difficult position especially if you are a born of little means, clothed in lean pockets or poised on material things. The common denominator of all three above being the constant need for money, and the precarious position it puts you in being that … Continue reading The diary of a Naija boy in the diaspora – Say you are one of them!
“To gym, or not to gym, that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The sags and drawbacks of outrageous weight, Or to take arms against a bench press. And by opposing end them. To lie, fat; A blob, condemned forever To a lifetime of trying to buy back What one … Continue reading The diary of a Naija boy in the Diaspora – To gym or not to gym?
After one month and not having attended church, I summon all my will power to attend church today. My hesitation had nothing to do with a scarcity of churches to attend as there were many churches around but I just did not have that impetus to attend any one of them. The one closest to … Continue reading The diary of a naija boy in the Diaspora – St. Martin in the Bull ring
As much as Naija boy has tried to write from anonymousphere, this episode requires a definition of place and it will be a requisite inclusion in order to put it context. A picture is such a magical way to capture memories, yet a picture often lacks life; it freezes history into a frame as to portend … Continue reading The diary of a Naija boy in the Diaspora – Birmingham city: A picture of words
Preface – A discussion between Ramus and Rantina Ramus: “…studying abroad is easy … Isn’t that why, when Nigerian students travel abroad, they do very well?”Rantina: “I really can’t tell, you know. At least I’ve not been there before. But something I know is … Ramus: “You don’t have to be there to know. In … Continue reading The diary of a Naija boy in the Diaspora – Ramus and Rantina
Money always fascinates me. I like the joys it can bring and it is almost unimaginable the pains it can bring too. I like the power money confers on the holder and I like the respect it can buy. Yet, I see the limit of this all powerful tool through Mario Puzo’s eyes, when Genco … Continue reading The diary of a Naija boy in the Diaspora – Back up money?
There is somebody else living in my room and I don’t know who it is. Sometimes last month before the New Year holidays I woke up to find strands of hair on my rug. Even though just a few, I could tell it belonged to a girl: Caucasian from the look of it as the … Continue reading The diary of a Naija boy in the Diaspora – Spooky
When I was asked to write the TOEFL (Test of English as a Foreign Language) exams in order to gain admission to the University of Bath in 2008, I felt bad because I had indicated in my forms that English was my first language. I bet they did not want to take me too seriously … Continue reading The diary of a Naija boy in the diaspora – Test of English as a Language
We had just finished our final exams in the university and everyone was excited to have ‘finally’ completed those long years. I and a group of friends hurdled together at the entrance to our architecture studio ‘gisting’ and having fun, when one of us, Tolu asks the question, “So what next? What do you guys … Continue reading What do you become when you don’t know what to become?
In an earlier episode, I told you about my flatmates. Barney the English, and Jason the Chinese. It will be interesting for you to know that since then we have had three other flatmates. Suffice to say that Barney left our flat for reasons best known to him, though I assume that to be that he … Continue reading The diary of a Naija boy in the Diaspora – The World is flat!
I missed home today for the first time in the Diaspora and the reason is the experience I had with a certain family, the Boltons who invited a few of us over for a festive dinner at their home. Mal and Wendy who have been married for about 35 years, invited a few of us … Continue reading The diary of a Naija boy in the Diaspora XXII – Christmass without the Mass
There were over 150 of us in the auditorium and when I say 150 of us, I deem myself worthy to be counted as part of the ‘us’. The West Midlands writers’ Toolkit conference was something that gave me the best Saturday yet here in the UK. I must admit that up till now, referring … Continue reading The diary of a Naija boy in the Diaspora – Strictly for writers
Hi all! Meet Barney, he is my flatmate and lives two rooms away from mine. Barney is British and literarily sticks a dynamite into most of my myths about the British and blows it up. He is not a snub. Outgoing type-A personality who came to knock on my door the first day he arrived … Continue reading The diary of a Naija boy in the Diaspora – Meet Barney
his weekend, I am watching a recorded show today titled UK border force and it is a documentary that shows the activities of the UK border agency staff nabbing illegal immigrants and the continuous tussle between the watchman and the thief. Unfortunately, most of the people on parade on tonight’s show are Nigerians
“They smell because they don’t bath and they use water in trickles” so I heard and I am yet to find that out though I have not had any bad odor experience.