I was looking forward to coming back to Lagos.  I had missed my bed, the dog and of course, LagosDad.

But getting here and being here has left me broken.

Checking-in was a nightmare, as usual.  Our luggage was over our allowance by 7 kilos.  Considering our allowance was 120 kilos, you can imagine how much luggage we had!  It took ages to sort all that out (by sort out, I mean pay for).

I was frazzled before I even got on the flight.

Then Vinay was sick on the plane again.  Just like when we left Lagos for Dubai.  I think I must have been right – it has to be airsickness, even though the doctor said it wasn’t possible.

When we arrived in Lagos, the airport was in complete chaos.  They’re doing some renovations, so all passengers have to walk through departures to get to the arrivals hall.  Is it just me, or isn’t this a huge, HUGE security risk?  The immigration queue was ridiculous – people pushing, shoving and shouting.

Luckily LagosDad arranged for our luggage to be collected and brought home to us.  And thank God he did.  The flight landed at 6 pm and the man called at 9 to say he’d only just collected the last piece.

Of course once we got home I found out that the inverter wasn’t working and that there had barely been any power over the last three weeks.  The batteries on the inverter needed changing, but LagosDad hadn’t sorted it out.  And he still hasn’t.

The generator takes longer and longer to start each time it needs to be switched on, and it makes me so nervous.  If the generator doesn’t work, it’s not like we have the inverter for back up!  The guys are apparently coming to service it tomorrow.

So, basically – we have spend the last four days without power.  No Internet.  No TV.  No music.  Nothing.

The generator comes on at night (after many tries), so that’s ok.  I’m just hoping it lasts the night.

V has been off school from the 25th June.  And he doesn’t go back until 9th September.  Isn’t that a bloody long time?

I put him in summer camp for three weeks (three mornings a week), we spent three weeks in Dubai and now what do I do with him?  The camp he was in is over.  I went to see another playgroup and *hated* it.  The children (about twenty of them) were all in one classroom – ages ranged from eighteen months to four years, and when I went in – they were all doing the same thing!  I was absolutely horrified.

Vinay’s third birthday is in a couple of weeks and his party the week after – I’ve got a lot of organising to do – but haven’t done anything yet.

I’m feeling stressed and wish I’d never come back!


You know what I love?

I love shopping.  LOVE it.

You know what I hate about shopping? (No, it’s not the clothes that don’t fit, or the shoes they don’t have in my size)

I hate being followed around the store.

In Dubai, there is usually someone to greet you at the door when you walk into a store.  It’s very polite and I always greet the assistant back.  It’s just manners, isn’t it?

What I cannot understand is why that assistant then has to follow me around the whole store!

I took V to Hamleys last week and this woman followed us around for an hour!  Each time I turned around, there she was!

And it happens in almost every shop.

Today I went to buy pyjamas (for myself).  I walked into the store and said good afternoon to the lady.  She followed me around (as expected).  Every time I touched something she said, ‘Would you like that?  Which size do you want?’

I was so irritated!  LEAVE ME ALONE!

I went into TopShop last week.  I greeted the lady after she greeted me.  She asked me if I needed any help.

I said, ‘No thank you, I’m just looking.’

And she replied, ‘Sure, I’m just here if you need me.’

She didn’t follow me around everywhere.

So what is it?

Do I look like I might steal something?

Do the sales assistants get commission?

That’s the only thing I can think of that would make such ridiculousness slightly more acceptable.

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?

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.