The Blind Date in Abuja, Nigeria

I say it before you will; how do I manage to get myself in such situations. The answer is really simple: life will be too boring without taking chances and trying new things.

My friend landed from Abuja, Nigeria, and she called me from the airport even before she got home. “Love, listen, I went out in Abuja and a very handsome guy followed me all night asking for my number. I told him he was not my type, but my friend will surely like him…of course I was thinking of you”.

Not Everything That Happens in Vegas Should Stay in Vegas!

Some people are lucky in love, some with money and some get away with just about anything. I am not sure in what category I fit or based on what criteria people say that, but I am for sure lucky sometimes in about anything.

While working as a waitress at a famous resort, I had a bunch of happy customers for lunch one day. One thing lead to another and the head of the group decided to tip me a round trip flight to Las Vegas for my birthday. You will think that’s impossible, but trust me, everything is possible. Since they had another upcoming event, he told me a room will be booked for

Driving the Car with a Man Hanging off It

If you think you have heard it all, wait until you hear this one.

I was half asleep at seven a.m. when I walked outside my building. The icy cold breeze woke me up in an instant. As soon as I opened the building’s entrance door to get outside, I felt like a crust of ice surrounding my legs. I rushed towards the car into the snow adventure. I climbed on top of the mountain of snow and tried to get some snow away from my car’s window. It must have been at least below twenty five degrees. Busy overcoming this snowy obstacle course, I saw him at the corner of the building spying on me.

Almost killed while getting robbed as a child in a ice cold winter day

I stood at the base of the mountains freezing cold. Why I had signed up to go for this school trip to climb the mountains in such a heavy winter, I thought to myself. I regretted not going with my parents instead like my brothers had.

It was probably below 20 degrees, and all I could see was a white and beautiful frothy cover of snow hugging the mountain and the trees.

“Class we will all climb together to the top of the mountain where the cabana is, our final destination. To get there we need around three hours,” said my teacher.

Three hours! That must be a joke. At least I hope it was. I wasn’t even dressed for this kind of weather. My boots, within half an hour of walking, were sulking wet from the snow and the