I feel like I’m always apologizing for not rambling enough. While I honestly wish that I could update my blog frequently, sometimes life just happens. Last year, I was having a conversation with a friend about my gap year when he commented on how awkward it must be, being back in Nigeria. It struck me that he would say this. Why should being in your own country be awkward? But he had a point; I was sent off to boarding school at the age of ten and only ever came home for short holidays. All I knew was schoolwork, noisy meal times, sad and angry teachers (not all), annoying classmates, scary disciplinarians, priests and nuns and immature school children. Soon after secondary school, I went away for an International Foundation course, which lasted a year and I’m now back home, taking a gap year. With the current state of things in Nigeria, –abductions, bombings, and killings− I haven’t really been in the mood to blog lately. I just couldn’t bring myself to put up blog posts that are meant to be funny and mostly irrelevant, considering the present situation. But life must go on, whether we like it or not and so, here I am.
I no longer attend French lessons and I’ve been rather idle these past few weeks/months/years. I do nothing and even though I sleep for 20 hours a day, I look like I haven’t slept in years. I don’t even watch TV.
I recently just learnt how to drive and I didn’t like it much. I’ve just not had a very pleasant experience with cars and roads. I once drove my mum’s car into a wall when I was eight or nine and I once had a near death experience while I was trying to cross the road.
My driving instructor didn’t really help matters by constantly telling me to ‘commot fear from my mind’ and he succeeded in making me more nervous.
*Big Truck approaches*
Driving Instructor: “Make you commot fear from your mind o! Don’t be afraid!
*I swallow non-existent saliva and proceed to move slower than a snail, hoping not to get crushed *
Driving Instructor (laughing): “Why you dey fear? This one no be moto like the one wey you dey drive?”
It’s either my instructor has a disability that does not allow him to differentiate between large trucks and tiny cars or he strongly believes in the David and Goliath story and I was not prepared to be David. But after two weeks of dodging trucks and large gutters, I am more confident in my driving abilities.
I feel bad sometimes for neglecting TROAD (I just made that up), for it has mostly been a source of happiness and relief since I decided to start rambling about my lost ways and the hopeful path to self-discovery. I’ve also ‘met’ some wonderful people and discovered great blogs as a result and so, I shall strive to keep TROAD alive! Thank you if you still bother checking what’s going on in this part of the Internet. Remain loyal like Chris Brown and have a wonderful weekend. (Sorry about the dry joke. I couldn’t help it) :D.
*TROAD -The Ramblings of a Dropout
For my non-Nigerian readers,
*Why you dey fear? This one no be moto like the one wey you dey drive?- Why are you afraid? Isn't the truck the same thing as the car you are driving?