Calming my Restless Heart, or Something Similar

Towards the end of June this year, being of troubled mind and weary body, I decided to take a trip home to draw strength from the soil in which my umbilical cord is buried, so to speak. And so I set off home. For those who don’t know, “home” for me is Jos; since it is the city of my birth and the bulk of my life adventures. The journey was a long and bumpy road trip filled with self-doubt, a stressed bladder and drowsiness. Eventually I was welcomed into the bosom of my family with no mishaps. The process of drawing strength consisted, for the most part, of me moping around my sister’s house, eating, watching TV and coercing her children into playing with me every now and again.
At some point I decided to make a bit more of an effort at life, so I reached out to a longtime girlfriend of mine and made plans to meet her at her office the following day. My friend, let’s call her N, was not too eager to go out the next day, as I kept insisting we should. We spent quite some time at her office, catching up on everything from old friends to love interests. At this point another friend who was out of town at the time, urged me to go to the newly established cinema to show moral support for our home city and more importantly, give her feedback on the experience. When N could finally clock out, I suggested that we “stroll” down to the Jos Zoo because I was a) restless, you must understand b) eager to find out if anything had changed.

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So we walked there chatting the whole time only to find the Zoo entrance infested with a swarm of noisy children eager for the Sallah treat. Not to be deterred, I steered N in the direction of the Museum which is just opposite the Zoo. This area was relatively quiet, so we paid our entry fee and stepped inside. 

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Let me just randomly attach a few photos:

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And then, wow, I saw a mysterious man who instantly captured my attention

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Naturally, I wanted to do nasty things to him  but alas, he was just a dusty old man after all

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After wandering around sufficiently, we set off for the cinema, armed with descriptions from our out of town friend and one of N’s colleagues. Suffice it to say that both these people are horrible at giving directions, and we wasted over thirty minutes of our lives and ended up at the back gate of the venue with no hope of getting in from there.
The diversion was not a total waste, because look how beautiful

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Also, we discovered a very lowkey beer garden from which we purchased a couple of canned alcoholic beverages. Spurred on by the drinks, we were able to make the long walk back to the main road and successfully located the correct entrance which was not at all hard to locate or describe.
Anyway, we got in only to discover that there was some dumb war movie showing which apparently couldn’t be changed even though no one was actually watching.
After that, we took our dry throats to the joint by the road which I insisted on calling “2 Chainz” much to N’s annoyance. Stupid 2 Chainz was not technically open for business, so we took our thirsty selves somewhere else to catch drinks and enjoy some nicely prepared dead animals.
Suffice it to say that my trip was short and not too many of the questions I went home with had actual answers when it was time for me to leave.
Well, such is life, I guess.

Yours,
@msmeddle

P. S.
Can we all just pretend like I didn’t abandon this blog for about eight months? Thanks. You guys rock.
Mwah!

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