Labyrinths of Lahrah: August 2012

Madam, you never see your daughter? Asked the Customs Officer.
No oh, said my mum.

My mum was actually looking for the skinny girl who left Nigeria in 2010, she did not believe all the stories my sister told her about me being fat or having my hair shaved off. I turned around as soon as I got my luggage and she had this surprise look on her face. She could not believe it.

I have pretty much always been a skinny girl, I only got fat in late 2009/early 2010 while busy sleeping everyday with no job. I remember people's reaction to my fatness then and that was the only time I have ever been really fat...I lost all the weight the moment I started working again in Lagos.

I gained most of the fat then by sleeping and doing nothing, I was never one for food. I came across some really skinny pictures of me from 8years ago, my jjc days in the university...kai young shall grow was my name.

2003

As a child, I hated food, a slice of bread was too much for me to finish...the house-helps always force-fed me and they had the power to beat me up if I refuse to eat.

Flaunting the lepacious body in Malaysia

June 2011

I really don't know where all the fat came from self, for a long time in India I was slim and I remember always telling my team-mates that I needed to get fat. By November 2011, I was already looking round.

The lepa that arrived in India

The Orobo that arrived Nigeria in 2012

I am still not really a food person, I get to eat a lot nowadays sha and my mouth never stops moving. I am always popping something into it, I need to limit my ijekuje. I have gained 5kg since I arrived in Bonn, nothing was lost to the fast self, my housemates are too blame for this :P. I am too lazy for the gym, I cannot go on a diet self.

Till I decide on what to do, I shall continue deceiving myself. Whenever people ask why I am now fat, I would give the exact response a friend gave, "I went to chop peace of mind".
I will not kill myself biko.

Kisses from Bonn
♥ Lara

I think I am done travelling.
I am done living far away from home.
I am done living without my families and friends.

I returned to Germany on Wednesday, Turkish Airline decided to misplace my checked-in luggage. Everyone said I should not panic, my luggage came in today. I was in Lasgidi for 10days, I miss home. I am not sure Germany would ever grow on me, I think I left a part of me in India and the other part of me longs for home.

I got to celebrate Eid with my family, I got to step into a mosque after so long and I was home for my mother's birthday. I went to mark attendance in the CIPM exam hall because I just was not prepared for that exam. I was able to see few friends, but I was so tied up that it was exhausting just been there. Lasgidi is still very much the same and just like home that it is, I felt at home. I did not even mind the power cut, my phone was practically dead most of the time and airtel had a field day chopping my credit anyhow.

My little sis, Zainab is all grown up, Aisha is now a graduate, too many stories floating around, everyone is so different and yet still the same...it felt good to be home. It actually felt right and, home is definitely where my heart is.