Dubai - Ajala's Paradise

I want to start this post by making a request to Baba God … I know I have to be grateful at every point in time.. but My lord and my God.. when I come to this world in another life… You definitely have to strategically re-locate/ reincarnate me back as an Emirate Citizen (as long as the Oil Wealth is still very much here) why? You may ask.. my gist will fill in the blanks

This past weekend, our darling Cindy coordinated a trip to Dubai. My brothers and sisters in blogsphere, I can definitely tell you that this past Friday was the second most exciting day of my life (the top on my list is the desert safari day) The ride to Dubai was really good.. a lot of chatting and mingling on the bus. As we entered Dubai, come and see buildings.. I mean tall, exotic looking buildings. They were everywhere… you could feel the petrol-dollars everywhere. There were also so many more buildings being constructed.. the thought that this city is still continually booming makes me see dollar signs everywhere. After getting lost a couple of times, the first stop was at the Ibn Battuta Mall.


The IBN Battuta Mall






My people make una come and see something o.. The mall was built with themes from India (definitely posher than the real thing), Egypt, China,e.t.c. We only had two hours here and while wandering around.. I found a Mac Cosmetics. Now, I know that since I left Naija very young.. I missed the cosmetic-mania blitz that is currently holding Nigerian females hostage. So I decided to ask the Mac babe to give me a makeover.. I was so impressed with the result that I bought everything she put on my face.. I was definitely on a Kamikaze level. Time was up too soon.. I think I will be planning my own independent trip to Dubai and will be incurring some serious damage to my bank account when I return to this mall.

The next stop was the world famous, world only 7 star hotel. This wonder of a hotel is known as the Burj El Arab. Gaddamn.. You people need to come and see architecture! This place was on another level. The only crazy thing is that they did not allow us past the heavily manned gates.. You have to pay $200 to enter and you even have to go on a waiting list to pay this money. I have better things to do with $200 o!.. we had to be contented with taking pictures from the gates.. The amazing thing that happened here was that me and my Nigerian flat mate (a.k.a sisto) were like the only black girls in this sea of tourists. I need not mention that we was looking really fab. People must have thought we were celebrities or something that they started asking us to take pictures with them. No problem.. me and Sisto was posing from left, right and centre. Like Sisto said, if we was real celebrities.. we probably would have been on the other side of the gates..living it up inside the Burj El Arab.. (maybe in my next life sha)












Since they would not let us into the grounds.. we moved on to the beach which has a beautiful view of the Burj El Arab. This was where I truly appreciated the architecture involved in accomplishing such a marvelous feat. Chei.. this hotel actually has its own Heli-Pad and we were lucky enough to see a Helicopter landing on it.. I wonder who was on that chopper. So we started again.. pictures pictures.. ohh.. by the way.. my battery had already run out by now.. my job was now to start sticking my face in front of everyone’s camera. I had to capture the moment for sure.












Next stop.. the historical village and the Spice Souk.. This place did not really appeal to me cos there was loads of immigrants around.. I mean.. this place looked like a refugee entry point and it felt like being back in India and you guys know how much love I got for India. People were really staring at us.. I was a bit happy about this as Sisto experienced first hand the entire gist I’d been giving her. She must have thought that my Indian gists were all exaggerated. Come and see eyes.. I could almost see Sisto scratching her skin cos she was so unused to this… lol! Anyhow.. I liked this place cos we were able to hire our own boat which took us across the river in true celebrity fashion. More picures.. I’m surprised that people’s batteries were still allowing them to take pictures.










After we finished, we hopped on the bus and went to the Emirates Mall.. This place was Outta this world. Infact, by now.. Babes was already too tired to talk, we had gone past Mansions, Lamborghinis, Ferrari’s, Cayennes, Hummers, any type of car in this world.. just name it.. it was there.. this place was like the Monte Carlo F1 gathering.. to God be the glory o… I hear that dem Emirates citizens get money no be small thing.. now you must understand why I want to return to this life as an Emirati as long as the oil does not finish. I did not buy much here cos I did not have the energy to walk…. I will definitely be returning to Dubai before I leave. I will be going to burn a big hole in my bank account.. I hope you guys love the pictures..

PS: I beg you guys to forgive my epistle-like post. I just cannot hold back my awe for this country.