Transition

 This is not a story of how I transitioned from relaxed hair to natural hair. It never happened. This is a story of me.

I'm a thorough Abuja based person. Born and bred and probably will breed in Abuja. It's pretty much the only place I really feel at home.

I live at the outskirts of Abuja. And people around speak Hausa. Anyways, not all of them.

When I go out, I have to speak a few Hausa words. They're pretty interesting to me and I sort of enjoy speaking it.

When I bargain, I speak a bit in regards to money. I always count in my head and with my fingers cause for some reason, it's not so straightforward.

When I take transport, I should say things like 'yayi'. It probably means 'here'. Or 'akwai mai soka'  to me, it means this is where I'm dropping. And all that.

Why am I saying all of this?

When I get back to school in Osun State, I find myself prone to say Hausa things. Occasionally, I find Hausa people to say them to. But, most of the people there are Yoruba or speak a bit.

Also, when I get home, I find myself about to burst out in Yoruba words. I see Hausa people and I know that I'm supposed to speak Pidgin or a bit of Hausa but nope. This child refuses to learn quickly.

It can be funny sometimes. Other times it feels as though I'm not really here. Why wouldn't I know the right phrases to use.

Today, I was in a cab and I totally forgot what to say to indicate that I was close to my stop. Luckily, someone was dropping there and she said the right thing.

Transitions can be a bit difficult sometimes but I hope that if you're dealing with this too, you'll find out that sometimes things get better with time.

I also low-key wish my transition story was a Nigeria and England transition.

But, na here I dey😪

Anyways, here's me signing off without signing.

Love❤️

AbujaAjebo