The countdown begins...

Well actually the countdown began a while back but I'm pretty damn useless at getting myself sorted and updating this blog!

So...firstly...AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!! Ok, so I'm sh*tting bricks about this now. I mean its all very well and good trying to convince myself that this was always a great idea and I should be excited, but lets look at this objectively:

1. I'm Nigerian.
2. I'm my father's daughter
3. Why in the hell am I galavanting round the world when I should be working for an Investment Bank and thinking about getting married to a nice Nigerian boy called Olu?!

On the flipside, I remember I am my mother's daughter, i.e. no-one is going to stop me from getting on that plane; including myself! And so, as the title of this blog states, the countdown begins.

I know I haven't left yet but I have to thank everyone I've spoken to this year for getting me to this point; both those who supported me and the ones who didn't. I'm a real believer in putting the things you want to happen out there. Obviously, it doesn't pay to expose yourself to sabotage and or idea theft(!), but there are some things you need to publicise to make them happen. There are so many reasons for this in my experience; primarily, the world is about kinetic energy (stay with me). Now I haven't really done much reading into exactly how this works or manifests, but its easy to see how we create our environments,we direct our own futures and therefore we must also bring about your own desires. So if you let it be known what you want to do, and it is genuine, then it makes sense you will gravitate towards it (a year later and the Alchemist is still all up in my vocabulary!).

Speaking slightly less spiritually, there is also the whole thing about telling someone you're doing something, not doing it and the next time they see you hanging around the Whitgift Centre* they think...what a plonker! That is the kind of shame I am definitely not interested in feeling!

It may seem odd that those who didn't support me also get a mention in my appreciation, but they do. I am stubborn as hell; a combination of the Nigerian in me, add to that being a Leo, having a Nigerian father who Sadam would be scared of and being just a teeny weeny bit opinionated. The end result is that everytime someone has looked at me like I'm mad, sick, or devoid of my own tradition when my trip comes up, I get a lil bit of fire going in my belly that either makes me want to kick the crap out of them (Ally McBeal stylie) or prove them wrong. So there it is, thanks.

So I leave on Boxing Day, first stop Nigeria....now that is gonna make for an interesting blog post! I've got a draft title in mind..."Anglo-Nigerian dreams of elaborate homecoming and gets a rude awakening Lagos style!"

*Whitgift Centre - super chav shopping centre in Croydon. Nuff said.