After a terrible road trip on Friday, I remained indoor for most part of Saturday. I took breakfast but couldn’t remember what it tasted like. Chidinma dragged me out of bed after noon to brush my teeth and shower. Clad with just my boxers short, I collapsed face-down on the 50″ by 100″ foam she…
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Nine Things I Learned About Cross River (Calabar)
Yesterday, I hung out with few of my friends at a local bar in my neighbourhood. I had barely tasted from my beer when two of them blurted “Haw far Calabar naw?” I was stunned for a few seconds. Not because they asked simultaneously nor was I surprised they asked, but because I didn’t just…