
Emmm my people, when I said I was leaving for the UK, na Scotland choose me ohhh! 😂 I applied to several schools in England, they were like....who is this one 😳, I even wan read mental health Nursing, I nearly became a mental patient in the course of the applications sef 😫 until Scotland said: Hello Fyne girl 😋 can i meet youuu! Well... i couldn't resist 🫠
I just carried my two legs, enter plane and saw myself inside COLD.
Nobody warned me at all!
See me when I was leaving versus when I landed! 😭😂
I had left Nigeria looking like somebody going somewhere to enjoy life. Next thing, Scotland said:
“Enjoyment? Sit down first.” 🥲
Even my shoes complained at a point that this wasn't what we discussed and decided to pinch my existence off! 😭😭
The shoes won the battle and I entered a whole UK wearing Crocs....Me! A fashion Fanatic
Because at that point, I had abandoned fashion. Survival had entered the chat 😂
On getting down on the tarmac, cold slammed me hard in the face!
Not gently oh.
It penetrated my skin and went straight to my ancestors. 😭
A whole tush babe like me was now shivering like a skinless chicken! 🤣🤣🤣
Like… what exactly was happening?!
I was TOTALLY unprepared.
Me that prides myself on being a good researcher.
YIMU! 🤦🏾♀️😂
I researched everything else but the weather! But then again, why would weather be important? 🤪
I was sha going to land, go to school, move into my house and continue my life.
What's my own business with whether the weather is weathering?
My dearrrr…
The UK said: “I AM the boss here.” 😭😂
So there I was, fighting for my life against the coldest cold I had ever encountered.
What a very unfriendly welcome! 🫥🙄
Strike 1 🎴
But then, as a hot babe, memories must be made. 😂
So I decided to do social media versus reality and entered full posing mode. 😁😁😁
Forget the fact that I had even cut my hair because I was told making hair in the UK costs an arm and a leg. 🤨
That was also very bad advice, by the way. 😂
But that's gist for another day!
Anyway, I had barely landed and was already expecting a warm welcome committee.
Imagine my shock when Oyinbo no even look at me twice!
There I was dragging four hefty boxes, plus one Ghana Must Go that was probably carrying my entire Nigerian existence...
And I was expecting:
“Can I help youuuuu?”
Nothing.
Zero.
Nada.
Nobody!
I carried my bags myself. 😭
Only me.
I was shocked!
Because why so unfriendly when I had all my 32 out?! 🙄😂
Strike 2 🎴
Then came the matter of my phone.
I needed to get to the house, obviously, but the airport Wi-Fi?
Na just small browsing them dey allow.
That Wi-Fi was stingy! 😭 Nobody warned me that I should have bought a UK SIM card from Nigeria.
Tell me why I entered a shop at the airport and paid £21 for a simple SIM card!
£21!!!!
Only for me to later hear that you could get it for £1 in some shops!
Because why so unfriendly when I had all my 32 out?! 🙄😂
Strike 2 🎴
Then came the matter of my phone.
I needed to get to the house, obviously, but the airport Wi-Fi?
Na just small browsing them dey allow.
That Wi-Fi was stingy! 😭 Nobody warned me that I should have bought a UK SIM card from Nigeria.
Tell me why I entered a shop at the airport and paid £21 for a simple SIM card!
£21!!!!
Only for me to later hear that you could get it for £1 in some shops!
ONE POUND.
£1 BA-WO-OOO! 😭😭😭
At that point, I felt personally betrayed.
Because how can something I bought for £21 be standing somewhere else for £1?!
See ehn...
I will back. My heart still hurts.
My whole £20 difference was doing me somehow. 😭😩
And this was just the beginning of my Scottish welcome.
I had arrived with excitement, expectations and plenty research...
Only for Scotland to look me straight in the face and say:
“Welcome to your new life, Kemi. Hope you are ready?” 😂😂😂
Me: 😐
Scotland: 🥶
And that, my people, was Strike 1, Strike 2 and Strike 3 loading... 😂🇬🇧














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