My weekend

So I had a fantastic weekend. The most eventful I have ever had in Sweden.

Friday was fun, met up with colleagues for drinks. See my colleagues on the same program as me are a group of bright young men and women. While if I met with Nigerian people to wind down, we would probably discuss things as inconsequential as music, fashion or relationships....somehow during the course of the evening we started to discuss........where the moon sets and rises?!?. As in it was a serious debate needing wikipedia and the likes. But for real though, was anyone taught that? Lol as in the more some people got merry, the stranger the conversation became. We were really feeling like philosophers. A bit too on the intense side lol.

We didn't do the whole dancing around the pole thing with people, the weather was miserable. Apparently it’s always miserable during midsummer, why didn't someone tell me that before I got excited. Anyway seeing as all of Stockholm’s inhabitants had left and moved to the surrounding islands, it was a ghost town really. You could shout and almost hear your voice echo. We went for a buffet dinner at Skansen but when I saw the cost my eyes nearly popped out. Do these people know I’m trying to save money?....so priceeey. Gosh. The food was okay I guess. I grudgingly ate it.

Saturday started out slow. I remembered I was invited for a picnic by my Nigerian colleagues' wife. They had assumed it would be okay weather wise, but again it was dreary, so the picnic had to be indoors. This so called 'picnic' had Semovita, Ogbono, Fried rice, Jollof rice and the works lol. I have never eaten so much in my life...I tried everything, I can't remember the last time I had Nigerian food. It was fantastic. Their son, T, has this cute Swedish friend who loves anything Nigerian lol. He was there grubbing like there was no tomorrow, with his hands. After a while I even forgot he was Swedish. The adults ended up dancing to King Sunny Ade and Ebenezer Obe...we made our escape to the apartment and watched the ever hilarious Little Britain...'but i'm the only gay in the villaaaaage'.

Later that evening T and I decided to go clubbing. This was first time clubbing in Sweden since I came two months ago. Usually, after drinks at some bar or the other, my colleagues are happy to go to a club playing techno music. I decline; the headache is not worth it. Anyway we ended up going to a place called the bedroom. It was off the chain. The Dj was playing old school hip hop from the 80's to the present and the building was packed with kids of immigrants to Stockholm.....Eritreans, Somalis, some black kids I couldn't quite place, a lot of mixed race people and of course Swedish hip hop lovers too. I tell you it was a room of hotness. These people are beautiful! Not only that, there was no posing, the girls really put me to shame lol. Not one of them ever frowned or gave attitude even when a guy sort of pulled them gently to dance. For real though, if all Nigerian men were all as beautiful, I would never have any attitude EVER AGAIN. But the atmosphere was so much more relaxed. The DJ was dropping tracks like what! lol, Usher..my way, Michael Jackson..Thriller, Billie Jean, Bad, Bobby Brown...Prerogative, LL Cool J...doing it, Foxy Brown..Take you home, Blackstreet...No diggity, Lumi Dee, Toucchhh me teaasee me, Sim sima who gat the keys to the beamerrr lol, Candy rain, Justin…Lovestoned, Neyo...These kids were dancing! Flex, running man, MJ's steps, boggle lol....Then he broke out with Gaou! Wow, lollll, I showed them my Makosa skills! It really was a lot of fun. So when you come see me in Sweden, I'll take you to the bedroom.

Sunday was for church and winding down. Now I'm looking forward to my trip this weekend. I hope the fuel situation has eased up by then.

LB, hope you are much better today. I will keep Mummy in my prayers. Love you to bits :)

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