Saturday, May 24, 2014

THE LOST NIGERIAN BOY AND THE RANDY ARABIAN GUY….MY RUN INS




Okay so which story should I write first, the lost boy or the randy guy. Maybe I shouldn’t call him randy, maybe I should say the 'confused overly sexual thinking' man. Anyway since I met the lost boy first, I would start with that story.

I met the lost boy when I went to Abu Dhabi at the Marina mall. I came out of the ladies and saw one slim boy looking like a typical ‘I want to be cool ‘ by force’ (God forgive me for that description but that is what I felt he looked liked) talking on the phone and I passed by him. Only for me to hear ‘hello’ and I was like ‘he cannot be talking to me’. Then he started saying how it is rare to see a black, that I might be his sister and blah blah. When he was talking I just had a feeling he was Nigerian. Then he asked me if I was Nigerian and I said ‘Mo gbe!’. Who is this boy o? I tried not to answer him so that he wouldn’t guess from my accent that I was Nigerian. I ran to the Big Bus tour guys to see if I could stay there and throw him off but I was told the bus would arrive in about 2 hours time from when I came. And I couldn’t wait outside (that place is hot, darn too hot!) so I went inside and decided to sit on one of the benches near a fountain only for me to see the boy following me. I quickly sat down near some guys thinking that the presence of the guys would scare him off.

But nooo way, this boy sat down beside me. I told him that I am not interested in what he had to say. It was obvious that he was up to no good and I couldn’t afford to listen to what tales he wanted to say. Another person might have listened just to hear his story but you all know me, I lack patience for nonsense. I threatened to call the security and I made a statement in Yoruba and that is when he knew I was Yoruba and Nigerian. He said something in Yoruba and repeatedly asked for my name which I didn’t give. After trying to ward him off and he wouldn’t burge I decided to completely ignore him. He started saying that next time I came I should ask for a ‘something’ manager(can’t remember what exactly it was). I got fed up and got up and decided to window shop. Lo and behold I looked back and saw him following me again, calling me ‘gorgeous’. That was when I got scared. I started searching for a security man because I was afraid he was going to harm me. Luckily for me, he stopped following me and it was almost time to go back to Dubai. I decided to wait outside with the other members of my tour group and that was how I escaped.

It was obvious the boy is one of those who travel and disappear. They have no papers and can’t get good jobs and either try to latch on to Nigerian tourists and act as their unofficial guides for some change or dupe people. Unfortunately I can’t deal with such people because I need to protect myself in case anything goes wrong. I wonder how they survive. I think he is just lost and needs someone to advise him that he needs to come home.

So next story, Overly sexually thinking Arabian man run in. Like I said in my last post, I met him when I went to the beach. I was taking pictures and noticed a white car slow down. I actually thought that it was because of the bump on the road. He then said ‘hello’ and asked if he could get my number. I smiled and laughed, thinking he was joking. I continued what I was doing only for me to see him turn around and park and call me again. I told him I don’t live in Dubai. He asked if I came alone and I said yes. He asked for my number and I told him I have only my Nigerian number (I opted for roaming services which was a very big mistake. I am never trying it again!). He gave me his card and I had to leave him because the bus had arrived. As I was settling in, I noticed that he had called my number. 

When I arrived at the hotel, I decided to do a back ground check on him via facebook. I am no crime investigation agent but nowadays you can get some information about people on the internet. The first red flag I had was when I couldn’t find him or anything on him. I tried to check the website of the card he gave me which claimed he was the PRO and that was another red flag. The card said the company was a restaurant managing one but the website was a racing car one. I was totally confused. Then he sent a voice note on whatsapp and suggested I tell him where I was staying, that he would come to pick me up and we would go out. I thought that it was a terrible idea and lied that I was meeting a friend’s sister. That we should meet at the beach (an open space) in the morning or afternoon the next day. The guy said no, that because of his job *eyes rolling* he couldn’t meet me at that time. That we should meet in the evening around 6pm, that he would come and pick me up from my hotel.

So I thought I need to take control of this, there was no way I was going to the beach in the evening. A beach that was far from the hotel and in a country that I am visiting and with a guy I don’t know. So I suggested that he meet me at a KFC restaurant near where I stayed. I figured we could talk there (I am so na├»ve, I actually thought he wanted to talk) and If things got screwed up I could easily run back to the hotel.

The moment I knew his intentions were not pure was when he kept insisting on us going somewhere. I didn’t get it until it finally dawned on me that he was up to something. He said he can’t stay at the restaurant and then it clicked ‘this guy is up to no good’. Unfortunately for him, I ain’t that kind of person. If I knew how to fight kungfu or any martial art, I would probably have gone with him to teach him a lesson. If he had started anything I would have crippled him then given him a lecture in how to treat women and how to protect himself from STI’S. Can you imagine? Someone you don’t know. And I was not putting my goodies out there like a prostitute! A friend let me know that Arabian men are usually like that but I have refused to believe it. I won’t let this experience make me biased. I always preach personality over race or tribe. Hopefully I won’t meet another Arabian like that.




So that is all for now guys. Hope you enjoyed this post. Please watch out for my ‘I rep’ post. I would put up services and places that I used on this adventure and where you can contact them. It is not a paid post but I think most of the services and places I went to where really cool so hey, I decided to give them a shout out on my blog.

Thanks for stopping by.

Luv ya,
Petite Diva.

P.S: For more pictures please check out this post here.

Friday, May 23, 2014

ADVENTURES OF A PETITE DIVA IN DUBAI AND ABU DHABI




Hey guys, I hoped you all liked the last post. Sorry I can’t add too much pictures here. I decided to have all the pictures in one post so if you have not seen them, please check here. I found out I took almost 1500 pictures with both my digital camera and phone. So here is the break down of my activities during the week in Dubai.

Friday: I arrived in Dubai and slept throughout like I previously said, went to the shopping centre nearby and entered hair oil heaven. I got about 3 types of my hair oil (oils for my hair was the reason why I paid 1210 AED for extra baggage). 1 AED is 45 naira and 1 dollar is 3.66 AED, you guys can do the maths.

THE ADVENTURES OF A DIVA: DUBAI EDITION




Hey guys, I know you all know why I have been away from blogsphere. If you have not yet seen the pictures, please check here. I have been back since the 16th of May but I have not been able to write since I had no data on my internet modem and I had to scrap the last money I have to buy data. I am traveling for lectures and  I hope nothing out of the ordinary happens because this girl is super broke. I am so waiting for salaries to be paid. 

But when the salary is paid, I have to give about 70% of it to my mother. Why? I am owing her. If not for her coming to my rescue, I would have been stranded in Dubai. I did some irrational buying and I had an excess of 9 kg and needed quite a huge sum of money to pay for it. And I was completely wiped off. And my mother came to my rescue. She came to my rescue when I got to Dubai and when I was leaving. How? I think I am getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you all how my trip went down. Get a coke or iced tea and enjoy this post.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

PICTURES FROM MY ADVENTURE......

Hey, just popping in to say hi and to put up some pictures from my adventure. From the pictures i know you can guess the country. I would put up more later so watch this space. I would describe each photo when i am with my laptop. Enjoy......

Pictures taken with my phone....

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

A QUICK POST.......

Hey guys, i can't really write now. I am now on leave and i didn't bring my laptop hence my absence from the blogworld. And i also need to apologize because i am going to be away for a bit longer because i am stepping out from this greenland.

I don't know if i would be able to upload any post but the hotel promised free wifi so maybe i can sneak in a post or two. I would try to upload some pictures.

Where am i going to? I would upload some pictures and allow you all to guess. I would (by God's grace) try to upload pictures on my instagram page, however please forgive if i don't do so as frequently as you guys want.

I gotta run now. See you at the other side of the pond. #twocountries,twocities,onediva #airborne....

Luv ya,
Petite Diva

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