Though I walk through the shadows...

I was really happy this past weekend. I made it to Dubai, went to Wild Wadi and then hooked up with Pink Gloves. It was absolutely wonderful as Sisto was also with me on the trip. We talked, gisted, and then went to a Naija restaurant where your babe murdered a whole plate of Pounded Yam and Ogbono. It was fingerlicking delicious. The restaurant was located in a very weird area of Dubai called Deira(me thinks that’s how you spell it) Making our way back was hell as that is one area of town where taxis don’t like to ply. By the time the three of us had frozen our asses off for like 2 or 3 hours and the Iyan had digested, a taxi driver had mercy on our souls and stopped for us. We came back to Abu Dhabi the following day. I gotta give it too Pink Gloves, she’s a great host. There was never a dull moment.

I know I’m not doing this post any justice. I was supposed to post some very bunz pictures from my weekend but I returned to Abu Dhabi to hear that some of my friends had a car crash while in Dubai this same weekend and a girl lost her life. I can’t give too many details. Even though I didn’t know this girl who died, I know a few people in the car with her and I feel the loss like it was a friend. I cannot explain it. I’ve been really down mentally anytime I remember this incident. I can’t help but to think of her family.It was just too close to home and it further reminds me of how truly alone I and my other colleagues who have chosen the expatriate lifestyle really are. So many dangers lurking around us and I keep praying that God protects us all as we move around and that we do not fall victims to unfortunate incidents (Amen)