Life in arrghland

A blog about the life of an alien in a little town in Ireland…



Two Irish Seasons

Winter and Pre-Winter. Both with generous lashings of rain.

While everybody is getting excited about Fall weather and talking about finally wearing layers and season appropriate colours, We here in the south of Ireland are silently grumbling about the fact that it’s been kinda like Fall since July.

You think I jest? Nah. For the past few years, Summer weather has been skippingirishweather Ireland entirely and visiting our neighbours up North instead. Seeing pictures of my friends in London wearing shorts and tank tops in June was the one thing guaranteed to bring up the green-eyed monster of envy as I sat in my sitting room with a blanket carefully tucked around me.

This ‘Summer’ of 2016 was the absolute worst. After waiting impatiently for the Sun to burst forth following (a very short) Spring, We were delighted to have a solid week of sunshine and warm(ish)weather in June. Then there was that slightly sunny week we also had in July. That’s it folks. Summer was officially over.

The bitterness is real people and I may never get over it. Bah humbug to Fall and all those stores already putting up Christmas decorations in early October.

Irish weather has made me a grinch.


Daily Prompt: Hike. Or Nah?

via Daily Prompt: Hike

I have friends who like to go hiking but the very thought of it makes my bones ache and my lungs shrink back in terror.

About 5 years ago I went for a hike in Bray. My co-workers had been talking about it for months and how enjoyable it was. I decided to join in the 1.5 hour hike up the mountains from Bray to Greystones. I almost died. True story.bray-dublin

First of all we had to take the easier route because 2 mins into our very vertical hike up the mountain, I couldn’t breathe (asthma situation). How embarrassing! Then by the time we made it to Greystones, all I wanted was to curl up in a tank full of hot water and die slowly. That would have been heaven. Instead I had to sit through an hour of trying to eat chicken food at an organic vegetarian restaurant when all I wanted was a steak.

Lucky for me we took the train back to Dublin city instead of hiking and I never looked back again. I think there was an unspoken agreement between the organiser (fitness freak that he is) never to invite me ever again. We both remain very happy with the decision.the-happy-pear-greystones

A Long Time Coming (Home)

I went back home to Lagos after a long hiatus for my Dad’s 70th birthday celebration. It was an emotional homecoming for me because I had really been homesick for the last 2 years. I did not realize how much I missed my friends and extended family!

As expected there were good and bad bits to this trip. I’ll start with the bad so I can end on a good note. 

The bad and ugly:  

Bullies. My old bully came around and started with her old tricks. I know she doesn’t like me and years ago I let her know that I didn’t care for her either. But she keeps up appearances in public and especially when my parents are around. The funny thing is she gets in well and is very gracious to my other siblings but me? Well, she can’t quite get herself to be civil. And these hurtful jabs at me are done with a pasty sacharine smile that makes you want to give her a dirty slap. For example if anyone should compliment an achievement of mine, she will be sure to let me know in a fee words how not so special it was. At her first visit to my parents and having not seen me in 7 yrs, she proceeds to rave about how lovely my sister’ hair looked (we had just had our hair braided) and then asked me why I didn’t have mine done. The fake shock when I revealed that yes i had just had it done and by the same person. Oh she replied how nobody could tell that i had braided my hair on same day as my sister. Although i’m used to her barbed tongue, it never stops hurting. Alas I am not the one that stole her spiritual husband so i’ll leave her to her bitterness. Smh. 

Not so bad

Weather was so so. June-August is the best time to visit Lagos if not used to the heat. Why? Rain season! Even with the cool breeze and consistent(ish) electricity, I’d never sweated that much except in a steam room. It was hot, humid and tropical. The misquitoes would have really dealt with me if not for insect repellant sprays and wipes. I still managed to catch Malaria when I returned to Ireland but thanks to an anti malaria medicine i took in Nigeria, it was a mild version (Thank you Jesus!). 

Opportunists who came around to steal, scavange and decieve. By the way these are people known to the family. People who call themselves friends and consider themselves religious but have little moral compass. In their world, it is right to grab from people you think are better off from you. Afterall they won’t miss it. And if they do and try to hold you accountable for your actions, why, they are just being greedy and selfish! Yeah, I’m not bitter at all!

The good: My favourite bits

Family was awesome. I connected with old cousins,uncles, aunts, friends and what not that I felt full all the time. Good company has a way of making you feel better, reminds you of who you are and what really matters. Living abroad can be very lonely. You gain friends for sure but they usually only know a part of you. Friends who know you from your awkward teenage years or even toddler years will bring out your old swag lol. Being around my family made me realize who I was, what I came from and what I should be. I’ve been sleeping for the last 5yrs. I forgot and have been trying to make myself fit into my new life. Trying to dull my shine so I don’t stick out. Not anymore! For that awakening, I’m grateful. 

Me and Baby Sis    
Victoria Garden City

Me and Siblings

Mom and Sister from another Mama  
Mom and Sis

Ikeja City Mall


Mum and Dad


Well I thought I ate a lot on this trip so imagine my surprise when I returned to Ireland a few pounds lighter (woohoo!). I ate pretty much anything I knew I couldn’t get abroad. My Mum did not disappoint haha. 

Eba and gbure/ugwu stew

Nigerian peanuts (the best)

 Ikokore (grated wateryam dumplings and more spinach stew)

The Ikeja city Mall saved my life and intermittent boredom. I basically lived in the Woodin store (i’m a fabric hoarder) and Shoprite grocery store (bakery counter hello). 

All in all, great trip! Next time, I hope to go sightseeing in the West of Nigeria and Ghana. I can’t wait!

Weekend Shenanigans

This weekend road trip up north to Leitrim county: stopping for some sunny D, cafe stop over, kids messing about at a party, nature, cats hiding in the shade ( too hot), KP stealing ice cream…

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A photo a week challenge: Summer memories

Kids in the park, walking, families playing, carousels etc. all mean Summer is here in Kerry.

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