AGARACHA/ WAKAJUGBE MUST RETURN

Memorial Day Weekend Vacation to My Sweeeeeeett Carolina

I was so excited to be be going back 'home' to North Carolina to visit my friends and family. I didn't realize how miserable I have been all this while in California until I actually got on the plane and didn't remember to pray when the plane was taking off. I drove to LA on Wednesday in that horrific traffic. That was my first time experiencing the so called 'LA Traffic'. A journey that would normally take me abbout two and half hours took me four. I got to my friend's house and parked my car, ate, hung out for a little bit and then went to the airport. I had on me just my all travel weather red bag with one pair of jeans, my dress for Mo's gig, my toiletries and two pairs of shoes. Continue reading to hear what I returned with.

I got on the plane and slept through out the entire flight. These airlines need to do something about their leg room beacuse I am sure I had DVT or athrithis just sitting on that long ass flight. 5 whole hours. That is like going half way to Africa. As soon as I got to the airport andwalked through the shops, I was just seeing t-shirst that read 'Welcome to NC'. CHAI!!! MY HEART WAS DOING POKOM-POKOM and just jubilating. I was finally in NC. Then I saw one fat college looking guy in a Carolina Blue Tarheel tee sitting and waiting for his luggage. I walked up and sat next to him and said , ' I havve never been so excited to see that tee shirt, in fact I almost feel like hugging you.' Lol. The guy laughed like as if I was giving him a compliment.

I didn't wait too long for Uncle John. He was actually on time even though he was like 15 minutes late. I had to take him to work once we got to the house and he let me borrow his car for the day. Kai.... my uncle must have missed me oh. He has not always been generous with letting me use his car in the past but this time he did not even hesitate.

So I took the car went to get my hair done. One of my aunties who is a deeper lifer was supposed to do it but the babe flaked on me. Apparently Deeper Lifers believe that sewing hair weave is 'ke ndi no n'uwa' meaning it is for 'people who are still in the world' and as such they do not promote it. The only style she can do are braided styles. Bros and Sisters what is the difference between braided hair and weave. Are they all not 'Mammy Wata' hair. Abegi make I hear jare. I ended up paying $100 for the weave at Aabies Hair Brading Parlor on North Tryon Rd just before Old Concorde (shameless plug but ask for Ify if you need to get braide) as opposed to $180 in Durham. Then I had to get it cut and styled and ended up ad some crazy woman's salon. I told this lady to 'feather' the bangs and when I asked her if she knew waht 'feather' means she was like 'Uh Hmh Gurl I know I know.' But what did she do? Freaking took some paper scissors looking pair of scissors and just chopped the weave of. At that point my heart just sank and it was down hil from there. Anyways I'll let you be the judge. And speaking of the weave, why the hell is this thing itching so badly. I had to wake up in the middle of the night to put olive oil on my scalp. And that Sulfur 8 nonsense does not work. That stuff is just water and inly makes it worse.

Anyways after getting my hair done, I took a nap and then had lunch with a friend and Cheesecake Factory. Then I went to meet up with my old co-worker Akira so we could catch up on the gist from our old station. Then I had to go pick my uncle up. How about he tried to curfew me when I told him I was heading back out to meet up with another friend. He was like ' At this time of the night, I do not approve of that'. I am thinking to myself awww hell no there is no way that I am going to give in to that attempt at scolding me. For goodness sakes I am 26 years old for crying out loud. Despite the quivering of my lips and the shakiness of my voice I was like 'Unlce John I'm off ok, I won't be long'. Lol. I had to dip men and I was just laughing when I got into the car. That's the very first time he'd outrightly expressed discontent at my late night marauding. Usually he'll just be like 'Hmh' and not say anything. But this time he was like 'Why can't he come and pick you up.' Good question, but why do yo think it is a he? And secondly If it were a he I am not that dumb to have a man come and knock on your door at 11.30pm to pick me up... is it Jerusalem that we are going ehn. Lol. Biko.. I know how that story will get twisted and reach my father's ears in another manner.

The next day I had to go buy some three suitcase to pack up some of my stuff. Dear Father God, please forgive mr for indulging in the vanities of this world. Why did my shoes fill up nearly 2 entire suitcases. And as I was loading them in I could feel the adrenaline rush like I was on some cheap drug (not that I know what that feels like). And to think that there are people who do not have one single shoe to wear. It is unfortunate and because of that I wont buy any new pair of shoes for the next few months by God's grace.

By the Time I finished packing Kwame, my friend's boyfriend was in the drive way to pick me up to head to Greensboro to see my girls Desmina, Singto and Ndidi. Meeeen I had not seen Singto in a whole year. The last time I saw her I was weeping because she was going away to New Haven. Boy how time flies. I had been gone only but 5 months and I couldn't wait to get back. I can imagine how Singto was feeling. As she put it, truly both of us have just been miserable.

On the drive to Greens we stopped by Bojangles to get me some good ol'country fried chicken and biscuit. Yummy Yum Yum. That was the best fried chicken I have ever had. It was like being in cloud nine. That stuff was sooo goood. Speaking of food. I didn't have much time to eat or even sleep because I was just going up and down and running my mouth. In fact I talked too much that food was falling out of my mouth because I was just talking and talking andtalking like a parrot. I mean it is allowed beacuse all this while I had no body to talk to and all of a sudden I had 6 people, willing and participating audience members to entertain.

I met the girls at the nail shop from where we went to go find a dress for Ndidi to waer to the wedding. As usual the person who didn't want to shop was the one who ended up buying stuff. No not me this time, it was Singto. We then went to some restaurant that had the worst service and then Des went to pick up Ostranda aka Osty, OC or Osita from the airport. We were just having ablast with each other that we decided to go to the house, Des's house and watch 'Jubileewood' movies 'Going up to High Place' and 'Stand Up, Stand Out'. They are Nollywood type movies made by the OGBONGE drama department of Jubilee Christian Church International Durham NC, starring NdidiOkeke, Mighty Ogbokiri, Rodger Gilbert and Udoka Uzoka among other very very talented nigerian aktos and aktresses wey dey Durham. Grab your NOOOOOWWWWW!!!! GBISSSHHHH!!!!!!

To cut the long story short...... Sunday we went to church, saw a few face, picked Mayowa from the airportb and then went to Hickory for Maureen's wedding engagement. Oyinkan and her family hijacked the ceremony and made it a yourba traditional wedding complete with bride price haggling. It was funny. Below is a link o some of the pictures courtesy of Oyinkan. Check out the gele I tied for Mo so if you need my serviced for your special occasion holla at your sista. I'll post the pictures I took later, once I can get my roomate to do it for me. By the way you have to congratulate me for making this marital match. I should say God used me to make this match because I dragged Mo to Oyinkan's big sister and big brother's graduation party , which is where the love connection was made. Wish I could go to Jamaica to see it all the way through. Meanwhile I think my dress made me look pudgy and pregnant and Oyinkan captured me in some very unsavory poses so please take some of these at face value. Especially the first picture...I was not that hungry. Lol. Anyways enjoy the view as me and my peeps keep it real in the N-Cizzle

Oyinkan's Pix from Mo's Wedding Engagement