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A thrill of many "firsts" | Blog-not-Mas III

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Let's start this episode with this lovely picture of me I couldn't conclude the "LASTMA made me cry" story from the last episode due to my promise of "1000 words or less per episode". So let's pick up today's Blog-not-Mas from there. Missed the first part of the story? Read it here . *** As I drove out from behind the car in front of me, I drove into the hands of a LASTMA official who directed me to an open space to park properly. She called her assistant to enter my car right away so I don't drive off, I guess πŸ˜…. NaΓ―ve me was still confused. So I asked the junior LASTMA officer sitting in the car with me to explain what I did wrong. It was then she said I shouldn't have swerved out like that; it was government Road and cameras are everywhere blah blah blah. I calmly replied that I didn't know where I was going (thankfully, Google Maps was still on my phone screen), pointing the Maps interface to her to prove I wasn't lying. I expla

LASTMA made me cry | Blog-not-Mas II

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You won't even believe this story if I shared it randomly as a caption on Instagram. So it's perfect that I'm taking you on a teeny tiny throwback trip to the first day of this month. Yes, I started December with tears. πŸ˜… But before we go through the sad story of how Lagos State Traffic Management Authority (LASTMA) made me cry, let's take the throwback trip a bit further to the last weekend in November when I reunited with two of my friends after 5 years.                L-R: Faith, A and T 'A' was our official photographer, and he's not really into pictures. So you won't see him again after this. πŸ˜„ It was a much-needed hangout that we randomly planned after I met with one of them (the guy) over a project we're working on. Our conversations led us to talking about the group we all used to be in and out of the blue, I picked up my phone to call the second person (the lady) and viola, it was still her number; she was still based in Lagos; and long

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It was around 12:10 am when I was baptised with urine unintentionally by my sweet daughter. I say "unintentionally" because she's completely potty-trained and does not bed wet at all. Once you put her to sleep at any time of the day, she won't pee until she wakes up, but because of my trust issues ( please don't come for me ), I still wear a diaper for her to bed. 99% of the time, she wakes up with a clean diaper and only pees before her morning bath. However, on this lovely Thursday (9th December), things went a different route. She got back from school and decided she would only take fluids. She kept switching from one drink to the other, and I indulged her because it seemed the lunch Hubs packed for her to school was quite large, and in their school, you don't waste food.  Anyway, my daughter played, jumped, drank different things in between and slept quite late (around 11:00pm or so). I had some work to do, so she lay beside me and I decided to deal with m