I'm leaving for Nigeria tomorrow.
I feel like running out to eat all i can... from nandos, to T.G.I Friday, to Mcdonalds, KFC, Italian and Chinese and just everything. I would miss my junk fix, as much as i look forward to mortal pounded yam.
I look forward to getting rid of the layers and going out without coats and scarfs, I'm excited about wearing flip flops and baring my legs, and wearing light dresses without stockings and tights.
I would miss my nieces, I miss them already, and i just kissed them goodnight, don't want to think about how it'll be tomorrow when i give that last lingering hug before heading to the airport. I hate saying goodbye. It sucks!
I'm thankful for God's grace in the last couple of months, he's sustained me and strengthened me and helped me in my work. I am excited for me. It's going to be a great year indeed.