The Best Journey Always Takes Us Home

As cliché as the title is, it really expresses how I felt when I got home. I had been away from home for about a year and a half and I felt like a part of me was missing. I always wanted to know what it felt like to be on my own, without anyone telling me what to do or when to get back home and so when I was leaving for school the first time, I was so excited ; little did I know that having your family around you tops any other feeling.

When I found out I was going to be spending the new year in Lagos, my joy was immeasurable. I immediately started packing and sorting out things that needed to be sorted before I left for home. Home? I’d be able to hug my mum ?and eat traditional food?laugh with my family? It felt so unreal.

My flat mate drove me to the airport on the 29th of December. I knew I was going to miss her, the comfort of constant electricity, and good network connection but all that meant nothing to me at the thought of home. We said our Goodbyes and I left to face my very long journey to the motherland. I arrived at Murtala Muhammed International Airport 2:52 on the 30th of December.

Stepping into the airport, I was welcomed by terrible heat and bad staff service. The airport staffs were very unprofessional and overbearing. I had only spent a few minutes in Lagos and I was already exhausted, not from the very long journey but from the struggle to get my luggage and get away from custom officers and it  seemed like it wouldn’t come to an end until I saw my mum waiting for me outside. I was so happy, I hugged her so tightly and didn’t care that people were staring. My cousins and uncle were also there at the airport to pick me up. The drive home was very beautiful, I was taking in the sights of places I left behind and was glad there were some changes.

Finally, I was staring at the very black gate that I walked through for the most part of my life, I was home. I was welcomed by my grandma and aunties and like the cry baby that I am,I cried.

I had experienced a terrible year with no familiar faces and it was so relieving to be among people who love me genuinely.

My aunt got me multivitamins and boy did they knock me out, I was basically just eating and sleeping.

Woke up to a lot of messages wishing me a happy new year and I couldn’t believe I had slept through the crossover. I wanted to be mad at the drugs but I couldn’t because I loved the sleep. I replied messages, exchanged greetings with my family and went to get ready ; my friends were coming to see me.

First my best friend came and he was singing the same song everyone seemed to be singing since my arrival , how I had lost weight and was really tiny. We hugged, well mostly I hugged because according to him, he felt like he was hugging air. We were catching up when Lolade came. It was my first time meeting Lolade in person , we met online through a group chat and became friends. It was very overwhelming for me, she was so beautiful and fun and had a beautiful soul too. She and my best friend [Toby] exchanged pleasantries and soon we were all talking about school and life basically. The hour that I dreaded soon snuck up on us, and everyone  started getting ready to go home. It was sad to see them leave but I was happy I spent the new year with family and friends.

Lolade and Sophia♥️
Damope, Lola and I 🥰💕

I had enjoyed my first few days but Lagos still had more faaji (enjoyment) in store for me.


My time at the beach

Ife invited me to go to the beach with him and his family. I wanted to go because I knew it’d be fun but my aquaphobia and hodophobia almost made me decline the offer. I eventually went and although the journey to the beach was long, I had a wonderful time. My fear of water made me run away from the water for a while but the water was really wild and eventually came to me.


Ife and I 💕


I rode the local rollercoaster or jangilova as it’s called and I almost screamed my guts out from fear. It was really scary to me because we were going round and it was like I was reliving my accident and also because I have a phobia for height. I got down after three rides and was glad it was over.



Last days and outings

My time in Lagos was slowly coming to an end but I made sure to make the best of it. I visited and was visited. I went out with my mum as much as I could, even though we couldn’t hang out much because of work.

I went to the movies two times with friends. The first time, we couldn’t watch any movie because I got there late so we just ate , talked and went home. The second time, I watched bumblebee ,and I enjoyed it even though I was hesitant about watching it.

I went to eat my favorite african food, amala [yam flour] , which we got it from buka [local restaurant] and took home to eat. It was soft, hot, spicy, and everything right.

amala with ewedu and gbegiri, ogufe and meat



Unfortunately, my stay came to an end, it was even more painful leaving this time but I was grateful. The void I came with was filled and I was more confident than ever to face life.   I needed this trip, I needed home.

my cousins and myself 💞💙

My love and I 👸🏽❤️

Thank you Lagos♥️ , you’ll always have a special part in my heart,

17 thoughts on “The Best Journey Always Takes Us Home

  1. Lovely write-up, Beke. It was so good having you home. We miss you already and wish you the very best out there. He who watches over us all will continually keep you safe. Love you loads.

    Big mummy.

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  2. You seem really adventurous and chilled like fr I love ur lifestyle 😭😍….and also the fact that u didn’t neglect ur families and stuff…overall you’re amazing and beautiful


  3. You seem really adventurous and chilled like fr I love ur lifestyle 😭😍….and also the fact that u didn’t neglect ur families and stuff…overall you’re amazing and beautiful

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