Emirates – Love/Hate

Regardless of whether I have a toddler with me or not, I find travelling a stressful experience. 

It might be because of the whole checking-in process in Lagos (you know, the opening of every suitcase, rummaging through them all and then being asked ‘what of me?’).  

I actually don’t think it matters where I fly to or from, until I’m on that airplane, I can’t relax.

Yesterday’s flight, however was a different story altogether.  Some things made me furious, but other things made it all better.  I don’t know how to feel about Emirates any more!

So – here’s what pissed me off.

My meal choices were a) Nigerian chicken stew (typical Nigerian chicken dish cooked in spicy tomato sauce, accompanied with plain local rice, sauteed local spinach with onions and fried plantain).  Or b) Fried croaker fish fillet (on a bed of tomato sauce, accompanied with jollof rice with sauteed green peas and plantain cubes, garnished with fried onions).

Now if either of those meals are to your taste – that’s just great.  For you.  If they aren’t to your taste, well…  There’s not much I can say.  Personally, they’re not for me. And I don’t eat fish anyway.  What’s so wrong with making one of the dishes a Nigerian dish and the other something else?  This is actually the second time this has happened flying Emirates.  I suppose I should have known better and booked a special meal for myself?  At least I wouldn’t have had to wait three hours until after take-off for something to eat or drink.  Or maybe I should just fly Business Class all the time (poor LagosDad!)?

Another thing which the airline definitely needs to look at is their children’s meals.  I have flown Qatar Airways in Business Class and in Economy and although Vinay has refused to eat the food (being so fussy and all), it’s actually looked and tasted appealing.  Mini burgers, French fries, etc.  Actual children’s food!  I could not believe it when I saw his meal yesterday.  It was a big hunk of deep fried fish.  With a couple of tasteless potato wedges and boiled carrots.  It looked awful.  I don’t know anyone who would eat that.

V was hungry and had a bite of everything – but wasn’t impressed and ate no more.  

About thirty minutes after they cleared the meals, V started throwing up.  All over the blankets, himself, everywhere.  

He couldn’t be changed into his spare clothes as one of his bottles leaked in his bag and wet all his clothes.  All I will say on that subject is that I didn’t pack that bag.

Cabin crew were aware of what had happened as I’d gone to the galley to get rid of all the blankets, etc.

After V had thrown up enough times for me to need more airsick bags, I pressed the call button.

It took forty minutes for someone to come and see what was going on.  FORTY MINUTES.  And I kept pressing the button so that it made the ‘ding’ sound.  But still.  Forty minutes.  I’m not impressed.

Once I eventually got more bags, he was a bit better.  He was thirsty though and everytime he had some water, he’d throw up again.

Meanwhile one of the crew had come to check on him, and took some details (how many times had he been sick, what had he eaten, medication, etc.).  They contacted a medical team on the ground and I was told we had to wait until everyone else disembarked before we could see someone.

When we FINALLY landed and everyone else had gone, we went to First Class where the medics were waiting.  They asked a whole bunch of questions, checked V’s temperature (normal) and told me I could go with them to the medical centre and see a doctor right away or see my own doctor.  

Vinay was fine.  He was chatting to the head of the flight crew and was excited about finally having landed.  And I decided we’d just go home and see how he did.  I really thought it was probably just air sickness.  

And then he threw up again.  All over the First Class seats.  Haha!

I changed my mind and we went to the medical centre.  The medics drove us on one of the golf buggy thingies and Vinay was so excited about the siren, the horn and the speed!

We saw a doctor who prescribed some medication to settle his stomach.  He said it couldn’t be air sickness as it would have started when he was younger and earlier on in the flight and was probably just a gastro issue.

We finally got home at about 4 am.  And Vinay is fine.  

Thank God.

So – Emirates definitely need to rethink their meal options.  Also, I know the crew are always busy on flights, but if you can repeatedly hear the call bell – go and see what the hell is going on!!

The Emirates staff were very efficient when it came to V needing medical attention.  In the air and on the ground.  I was impressed.



If you’ve read early posts on this blog, you’ll know that I bought most of Vinay’s clothes (to 9 months) before he was born.  There is a good reason for this – it has to do with being in London over the summer, being due in September and living in Lagos.

I didn’t realise quite how many gifts he would receive.  And I also didn’t realise that he would spend most of his time wearing a vest or pyjamas.  

My mum regularly sends him t-shirts or shorts or trousers.  He still receives clothing as gifts and I still keep buying him more!

Each time we travel I buy a whole bunch of t-shirts and shorts, but I buy them in a bigger size.  You know…  Just in case.

But then I lose track of what I’ve bought and what I still need to get.

He has three pairs of pyjamas in 3-4 years.  

And he still has two or three packs of vests in 18-24 months that are unopened.

Last year when I went to London I went a little overboard.  *embarrassed face* 

I bought him SO many clothes.  I think I was feeling a bit guilty for leaving him for a week…

He has worn/is wearing some of the clothes I got him.  And some were too big.

I was thinking about him starting nursery soon and that he would need all those clothes.  

Anyway, so yesterday I was going through all his clothes that are too small and/or not in good condition and putting them aside.  Then I opened the new cupboard (he LOVES this cupboard) and took out all his new stuff and started going through what will fit him now.

I think I took out at least fifteen or twenty t-shirts for him to start wearing when he goes back to school.  

HOW did I buy him SO many?!  And how did I not notice???  Maybe I shop for him because it’s more fun than shopping for myself (since nothing fits)?

They were all 2-3 years.

He was absolutely thrilled.  He is his mother’s son, after all.

I kept the clothes that were still too big aside (to put back in the cupboard) and V asked me why I was putting them there.  I explained that they didn’t fit him as they were too big.

V: Yes.  This t-shirts still big.  Mama, when the clothes get smaller I wear them?

Me: No, baby.  When you get bigger you can wear them!

Never a dull moment with him around!



I’m Crushed

*stands up*

My name is LagosMum and I’m addicted to Candy Crush.

Really. I am.
All day long I wait for those lives to replenish themselves so I can continue my game.

This evening I was playing. I was done with all five lives, but of course I wanted to keep going.
I had a lightbulb moment and quickly went to the Settings bit on my iPad. I put my clock forward two hours and voila! I had five more lives!

Finished those lives and put my clock forward another couple of hours and carried on playing.

I then reset the clock so it was back in the correct time zone.

I’ve just got myself ready for bed, turned the iPad on, clicked on Candy Crush and I want to die.

I have to wait 315 minutes for my next life!


Did they somehow find out that I cheated? Will it go back to thirty minutes eventually?

Is this karma?

And… How addicted am I?

The Baby’s Dada (Grandfather)

Like most people in the world, I have spent the last two days glued to Sky News.

Not only did I want to see history being made (or born?), but I was feeling a bit sentimental and emotional as V was also born in the Lindo Wing.

I wanted V to watch with me.  Even though he probably won’t remember seeing it, I wanted him to know that he had watched it.  He wasn’t keen.  I suppose after watching a set of doors – with no one going in or out of them – for two minutes was enough for him!

I explained that a baby was being born in that hospital and that the baby was very special.  I told him that he was born in the same hospital.  I told him the name of the hospital and made him repeat it, etc. 

Since I made it ‘all about him’, he was happy to sit for a few more minutes.  This was at the time when Charles and Camilla arrived to visit their new grandson.

Me: Look Vinay.  That’s Prince Charles.  He’s the baby’s dada (paternal grandfather).

V: He the dada?

Me: Yes.  He’s come to visit the Royal Baby in the hospital.

V: But what about the dada in Ikoyi (an area in Lagos)?

Me: Vinay – that’s YOUR dada, not the baby’s dada!

*face palm*

Imaginary Friend

LagosDad and Vinay have a new game that they play.

When LagosDad comes home in the evening, V orders him to lie down and bend his legs.  V then says ‘ding dong!’ and LagosDad tells him to come in.  V crawls under his legs and comes into LagosDad’s ‘house’.  Then they go on to chat about the various rooms in the house.

Two days ago LagosDad introduced his friend ‘George’ to the game.  So it’s not that Vinay has an imaginary friend.  It’s LagosDad who has one!

It all got a bit complicated when V realised he wouldn’t actually SEE George.  When he came to terms with that, he kept telling LagosDad to ask George questions (What colour is George wearing?  Where does George live? Etc.)

I thought I’d make things easier.  I dug out a puppet that I’ve had since my teaching days in London.  I was actually looking for the boy puppet, but couldn’t find it.  Vinay was absolutely thrilled!  He interacted with George (the puppet) – asked her questions and everything.

The problem started at bedtime.  He refused to go to bed without George (or Georgie as he calls her).  He even cried when I said Georgie had to go home to her mama and papa.

So Georgie now sleeps in Vinay’s cot with him.

I’m going to find the boy puppet and see what happens!

Vinay and Georgie

Clean 9 Detox – Days 3 to 9

Hooray!  Today is the last day of my detox!  I only have to have that Aloe Vera gel twice more! *big smile*

I couldn’t wait for Day 3 to start because that meant I could eat!

Essentially, the set up of Days 3 to 9 are the same as the first two, except you can have a 600 calorie meal either at lunch or dinner.  I chose dinner so I could eat with LagosDad.

I’ve never done any calorie counting before – so figuring out the weight of everything hasn’t been very easy.  I’m pretty sure I went over 600 calories on most nights.  But, having said that, all my meals have been healthy!  I’ve even downloaded My Fitness Pal again.

I’ve switched to brown rice, wholewheat pasta, that spray oil stuff and I’ve started eating quinoa.

The detox requires you to exercise for twenty minutes every day.  They recommend walking, swimming, cycling or running.  First of all, I don’t run.  And the other three just weren’t possible.  So I stuck to my usual exercise routine – a Davina DVD.  Some days I did the required twenty minutes, other days I did an hour.  But there were two days where I couldn’t bring myself to do anything!

There was one evening when I nearly let everything go down the drain.  We went to a movie.  It isn’t possible for me to go to a movie and not have popcorn!  The last two times we went to the Palms to see a movie they didn’t have salt popcorn.  So I had sweet.  This time, they said they did have it.  Typical.  Absolutely typical.

LagosDad told me to think about whether I wanted it or not while he went out for a quick ciggie.  He came back, looked at me and I nodded.  Yes, I wanted it.  We stood in the queue, me ringing my hands out of guilt.  When we got to the front of the line, they suddenly didn’t have any salt popcorn left.  Problem solved!  I sat through a movie (White House Down – loved it!) and didn’t eat!

So in the last nine days I have lost 2 kg, 1 inch from my waist, 0.5 inches from my hips, 1 inch from my thighs and 0.5 inches from my chest.

To be honest, I thought I would lose more – but I’m not disappointed.  

I feel good 🙂

I’ll continue with my exercise and with my new healthy diet (as much as I can).

Clean 9 Detox – Days 1 and 2

My Clean 9 Detox pack arrived on Tuesday morning (see previous post about drama surrounding delivery) and I just couldn’t wait to get started on Wednesday morning.

I woke on Wednesday morning, had my two Garcinia Plus soft gels and waited 20 minutes before having the 120 ml of Aloe Vera gel.  I’d read several reviews about this detox and all of them said that the Aloe Vera gel tastes disgusting.  I thought I was prepared for how disgusting.  Really, I wasn’t.  I don’t even know how to describe the taste.

You’re then meant to do twenty minutes of exercise.  I didn’t do my full workout – only about forty minutes.

I had a mid-morning snack of Bee Pollen tablets (yum, yum).

Lunch consisted of two Garcinia Plus tablets, 120 ml of Aloe Vera gel (puke), a meal replacement vanilla shake (300 ml) and two more Bee Pollen tablets.  All the reviews I read said that the shakes were yummy.  For me…  I’m not so sure.  It might be because of the UHT milk we get here.  But it is certainly better than the Aloe Vera!

I have to say, I wasn’t hungry.  But I wanted to eat.  

I had a nap while V napped (has anyone noticed how I’m not pushing him to drop his afternoon nap?) and then took him out to meet a friend later in the afternoon.

My friend wanted to buy him a chocolate brownie.  So we were in a restaurant for about an hour or so.  

I found myself getting hungrier.  Or maybe not hungry – but I wanted to eat.  I wanted French fries.  I wanted an omelette.  I wanted a bite of Vinay’s cake.

As it happens, I had to go do groceries after that.  We all know going to the supermarket when hungry is a big mistake.  BIG.  Everything (and I really mean everything) I saw on the shelves suddenly looked ten times more delicious.  I wanted to buy and eat things I’d never even tried before!

By the time we got home I had a headache, I was tired and I was hungry.

I had dinner (two Garcinia Plus soft gels and 120 ml of Aloe Vera gel) and lay down for a bit.

V went to bed eventually and my headache got worse.

LagosDad sat down to have his dinner and I suddenly felt very, very sick.

After throwing up all the Aloe Vera gel (tmi?) I got into bed and slept for 10 hours.  

Thank God day 1 was over.

I woke on day 2 (yesterday) feeling pretty… ok, actually.  The structure of the ‘meals’ was the same as the day before, but I didn’t have any headaches, I didn’t feel hungry and I didn’t throw up!

I forced LagosDad to try the Aloe Vera gel, which he did reluctantly.  He then proceeded to tell me that it wasn’t *that* bad and that I was making it worse for myself by taking so long to drink it. *tuts* (What does he know anyway?)

I was able to sit with him while he had his dinner.  I wasn’t hungry (I’d had my dinner) – but I couldn’t stop watching him while he ate.  The food just looked so good!

At about 10 pm I started to feel a bit hungry, so I had some more Aloe Vera gel.  Why would I do that to myself?!

Today is Day 3.  The structure of meals/tablets, etc. is a bit different.  But what I’m so excited about is…

I get to have a meal!  I’m busy planning my 600 calorie dinner.

I can’t wait to eat!

Oh – I had to take my measurements on Day 1 and then again on Day 3.

I have lost 1 inch from around my waist, none from my hips, 0.5 inches from my thighs and 1.5 inches from around my chest.  And I’ve lost 1.5 kilos.

I’ll take measurements again on Day 6.


Where Is My Order?!

While browsing Instagram a couple of weeks ago, I came across a picture of someone who had nearly finished the Clean 9 Detox (sorry I can’t remember who!).

I found myself wishing I lived in the UK again so I could have easy access to these and other products.  I’m sure life would be much easier.

Anyway, I recognised the Forever Living logo – they have an office down the road from me, so I figured there must be a distributor around here somewhere.

I found them on Jumia and ordered it.  The site said that my items would be delivered in 1 to 5 days.

Almost immediately after I placed my order someone from Jumia called to verify my order and said that delivery would probably take seven days as they were moving their warehouse, but that I’d be notified by email when my order shipped.

No problem.

On Friday (the one just gone) it had been seven days and I’d heard nothing.  I emailed customer service and have been fuming that I’ve not heard back from them.  In fact, they did reply, but the email went into my spam folder.  The email didn’t give me any information, except to say that I would be notified when my order shipped.

On Saturday I called them to see what was going on.  Eight days by now.  The customer service man wasn’t very helpful.  He said my product was on the shelf and ready to be shipped.  I asked him if he knew when it would be shipped.  He said he didn’t, but told me the address it would be shipped to.  Thanks for that.  I know my address.

A minute after I hung up I received an email saying that my order had been shipped!

On Sunday I tweeted them to say I was disappointed in their service.  No response.

Today is Monday.  Day TEN.  I received an email this morning just before 11 am saying that my order would be delivered today and that dispatch personnel would call prior to delivery.

At 12.30 pm I received a text message saying exactly the same thing as the email.

It is now 6.35 pm and I have heard NOTHING else!


If it’s been delayed again or if there’s a problem, why can’t they just let me know?  Which is what they should have done on Friday before I emailed them.  Am I meant to just sit at home and wait for them to show up?

I’m so sick of inefficiency.  


I’ve been quite focused on exercising over the last month.  

I’ve made an effort to try and workout at least three to four times a week, and it feels good! I’ve even managed to fit into one or two pre-pregnancy dresses!

I have to admit though, that Davina’s Body Buff DVD is getting a little irritating now, so I’ve ordered a couple of different ones to do.

Anyway, so I took my measurements on June 4th and have been putting off taking them again.  But I finally did it this morning.  I didn’t want to – because I fell off the wagon last Thursday and have been binge eating for four days – chocolate, coke, pizza, cake, etc. *ashamed face*

Anyway, so… 

I’ve lost 1.5 inches off each thigh, 1.5 inches off my hips, 1.5 inches off my waist and 0.5 inches from around my neck.


Go ME!