Coming into the cold

Leaving Nigeria early raised both positive and negative emotions. I was so excited to get back see family, relax, eat lots, drink some rum and chill. On the other hand, I wasn't able to go with my counterpart Abbas back to his state, Osun, to meet his family and see another part of the country. My flight back was on the 22nd of December, i spent most of the flight reflecting and appreciating the vast desert land of North Africa. Also, as we arrived in London, the sun was setting and I had a wonderful birds eye view of capital city which sorta made me feel pleased to be back. The first night back I went out for a Indian and ate my heart out, I felt at home, yet far away and detached from my Nigeria home so it was pretty emotional! Anyway, I got right into the Christmas spirit by eating lots of fatty food and felt very humble by all the positive comments I received from various people from my return. The days soon went by and it still felt like I was living out of a suitcase and on January the 3rd the Nigerian's flew in and we were back to being a team again! :)

First time on English soil!

The Nigerian's were freeeeezing! it was hilarious! constantly screaming and moaning and missing Nigeria! haha! We all got a coach to our residential center in Essex which we spent two nights there. The boys were in one room and the girls in another. On the first night, when we were getting ready for bad, one of the Nigerians, Nafiu, put on his hat, put of his, gloves, put on his scarf, extra trousers and pulled the cover over him. We were in stitches! the central heating was on so we were all saying don't worry you wont be cold tonight! but that happened for the next night as well. We had a few sessions and it was just good being with everyone again. We then got told where our work placements were and where we would be living. I was placed in a youth center in East Ham and I got told I would be living in Hackney. So me and Abbas were the only one's not living in Newham.