Sometimes, Escape

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Fridays always have me excited not because of the usual Friday turn ups but because I always have the opportunity to laugh at people who have classes on Friday. As far as I am concerned, school ends at 6pm every Thursday.

Today was no exception, my excitement rader was higher today because I had woken up with the joy of seeing every one of you visit my blog after its launch last night.

I also had booked myself for a hangout with the boys – Steevane and Valentino and Dare2Dream producers at Tarkwa bay. For the second time in a month, I had visited Tarkwa bay.

Out of the mainland to the island with the boys, we moved in our cab. Our ferry take off point was set for Bonny camp and since neither I, the driver nor the boys knew where exactly at Bonny camp the ferry take off point was located so we relied on the google map who in turn paid us back by landing us in the den of soldiers.

The sight of that many soldiers in one place at the same time had us reducing the volume of the song playing on the radio to avoid being asked to come down from the vehicle and do frog jump round the barracks. We were not ready to take our chances. The soldiers didn’t look like they had the patience to direct us, so finding our way was in our hands.

It took going round Ozumba Mbadiwe two times and coming down to trek to finally find the port waiting patiently on the same road we had passed. Twice!!!

My fifth time on a boat and I was already an expert at sitting down comfortably through a boat ride, you should have seen me almost peeing my pants the very first time I entered a boat.

We were welcomed to the beach by little boys who didn’t fail to surround us, offering to help us carry our bags while they accompanied us. Nine year old Jasis grew fond of me very quickly, I grew fond of him too seeing that he held my hand as he carried my bag, he had pronounced my name as Vartious so I coined the hashtag – #Java2018. I definitely wasn’t going to let it slide just like that.

Baby boy Jasis๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

The serenity of the beach from our tent had my body adapt to the calmness that came with it. I had a few hours to escape Lagos and it’s wahala and I was going to make the best of it. The joy of not hearing horns of moving cars was unexplainable.

Comfortably I laid without the sound of people yelling at each other, Lagos traffic, blaring horns, Unilag sun and the other things that make up lagos as a city. I was surrounded by the sound of the waves, children playing in the water, cool breeze and food.

Few hours on the beach had me thinking of moving there permanently to live peacefully, this thought made me realize that sometimes, too much breeze wasn’t good for my brain.

The evening waves had me drawn into the water. Further and further I went into the water, each step unlocking a new level of courage I was beginning to muster. Listening to Steevane recount his tales of his past experience in the beach water that left his balls affected by salt water which the internet had translated to be ‘salt water balls’ had me more excited as I ventured deeper into the water.

I should have listened to him because as I sit in this cab stuck in Lagos traffic with salt water body that has my body itching all over, I’m beginning to wonder if leaving my abode was actually a good idea. I should have just stayed out and challenged myself to a Friday sleeping marathon.

Anyway, as I watched the sun set and the boys play in the water, I’m hit with the realization that my brain has been reset by the beach breeze and this is one Friday I won’t stop talking about till I get a better Friday.

Photo credit for this sunset photo: officialsteevane

What’s your regular Friday like?

How was your day today?

30 COMMENTS

  1. I just so need a getaway such as this one. I so need it.
    My Friday’s are hardly boring. It’s always like a sleeping galore. Quality sleep to compensate for the week’s stress.
    Virtuous your writing is waaaaay good.
    Big Ups Dear.
    โœŒ๏ธ

  2. Last Friday, yesterday, I slept, slept at my internship workplace, slept when I got back home, slept slept and slept, it was good, then I got up to finish a series I was postponing, that’s how my last Friday was ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

  3. The next time you have such outing without me… It won’t only be the salt water body you’ll have to worry about….. Lol your writing gets better by every story… Looking forward to the next one

  4. I had to rack my brain to remember that I was bursting with ideas for my yam strategy project on Friday and barely had time to do anything else apart from going to mosque, because I read this early hours of Sunday. Good read. You brought me into your day, and cast me into the setting. Well done baby.

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