Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Let's Be Real

I'm struggling to keep up with this blog, especially when I'm on my other one everyday.

SO, go to it! www.yagazieemezi.tumblr.com

I most more often and I actually take my TIME with it! I wish I could have stuck this one out, but it's pointless to be writing about the same thing on both blogs. I'll post on here each time I have a good post on the other one!

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Count to Three

     Why, hello again.



     Last week, my friend Asiyami (amazing woman, check out her blog) invited me to Mexico with her. Should I go!?! Yes? No? I don't know! Ahhh!!  Let's see, I had been working 60 plus hours a week since I got to NY, I just got fired (oh yeah, that . . .) after weeks of getting bullied by co-workers, a chunk of my tooth had decided to unceremoniously chip off, I was still sleeping on a folded up blanket on the floor for a bed . . . I figured, why not? Life is too short. I'm constantly stressed out, always angry, my feet hurt, oh and Playa Del Carmen looks like this:


     So I looked at my bank account, promptly ignored what I saw and made plans for Mexico. I personally believe that the best way to live life is to travel. That the point of living is to see and experience how everyone else in the world lives. Can we all do that? Of course not, don't be silly. Ain't nobody got that kind of money or time to travel the world. But when an opportunity knocks on your door, grab it and run before someone gets a hold of it. As a child, I was extremely fortunate to have visited a handful of different countries and as an adult, I am blessed to have amazing  friends and family who are willing enough to carry my broke ass along for the ride.

     We arrive in Cancun and have a bus take us to our hostel which is about 5 blocks away from the tourist attractions. My first time in Mexico was in 2010 for academic purposes and while it had been nice to go to the more rural areas and gain a massive amount of knowledge, it was refreshing to come back and visit an actual tourist destination that's set apart from the 'real world' and made to look pretty. I hear so many people who say they want the 'authentic' experience when they visit a new place, they want to mingle with the locals; nope. Not I. Sometimes, I WANT to walk around in another country and take pictures of ridiculously mundane things and have that be okay. 

     The beach was our first hit. I have never seen the ocean so blue. We walked down the street filled with stalls and hawkers constantly yelling out to us. An interesting observation: They were all mesmerized by my friend Asiyami (who wouldn't be!?!) because well, she's gorgeous and secondly, by her hair.

Asiyami

     My braids (everyone thought they were locks) did get a lot of questions, but aside from its length, my hairstyle was no real surprise. But people were baffled and mesmerized by Asiyami's hair (they thought it was real, too!). A man explained to me that it was so rare to see a black woman with hair like that and who was beautiful as well. Hmm. I resisted the urge to enter a one woman lecture about the exotification of mixed hair and the standard of beauty for black women when it comes to complexion and hair texture. That aside, we  had several moments of confusion and giggles when people asked to  take pictures with us . . . I just can't help but wonder if we would have gotten the same type of attraction had we been bald . . .


I waited years to buy a bikini, but something pulled me back to a full suit and I've never felt more confident in a bathing suit because it covered up my problem areas that I'm self-conscious about.

     I was completely relaxed at this point!

     Alright, the beach and yarn braids. Never again. As I got into the water, I was pretty confident that I could handle my braids wet. No. When I got out, I was as weighed down as a 7-yr old unsheared sheep. It took ages to wring out and HOURS to dry. Despite the ridiculous length at which I keep my braids, this was the first time I got severe neck pain from them. Don't make stupid decisions like I did.

     The rest of our trip consisted of walking, talking and window-shopping. When any of you do visit another country/state/city, don't stress about buying cute little knick-knacks here and there! Yes, I wish I have bought a lot of things, but just being there was good enough for me. The reluctant lapping of waves on the white sands, the hollering of store owners, the smells of food escaping from nearby restaurants, the squawking of desperate seagulls, each building a brillant color, every corner revealing a hidden relic or two to take home; I took it all in.

     

 Fruit stand. I got pineapple slices and coconut!

Dem go dey pose

I find that climbing into hammocks alone are a lot more fun than actually laying in them!





Was in the middle of shooting Asi for her blog content and got distracted by Jorge and his daughter, Janet. I'm pretty sure he was making sure I didn't run off with his bicycle! Running into them gave me a valuable lesson/idea. I need a polaroid camera. I took a picture of Jorge and Janet and was really surprised by Jorge's excitement over the picture. I would have loved a polaroid camera so that I could have given them a picture right there and then. I am forever lenient with children touching my hair. Adults are a big no and so I had to dodge many people in the tourist center -__-

Jorge came round a second time and offered us a ride, but we didn't have anywhere to go! There was definitely an upside to not having gotten a hotel by the beach. It was nice to be right in the middle of town where we had to walk through everything in order to get to the tourist attraction sites. Just more for us to see of Playa Del Carmen!

Asiyami getting involved.



Nigerians and Mexicans shouldn't bargain, we both walk away with nothing.







 Taking in some art . . . I did try and touch the paintings...

Nnnneeeaaa!!!

Asiyami being hustled lol


The beach was never far off.




The colors.



     I really took a leap of faith by going to Mexico, but I think it was just what I needed. I doubt another opportunity will come by way to leave my troubles behind, and that's okay because I need to handle my affairs! My random, last minute decisions have provided me with some of my most treasured memories.  I get really bad panic attacks with my over-thinking and worrying so it is important that I (and you too!) take the time out to just . . . let go. Last minute decisions?? Why not?! As long as you're not hurting anyone, it's okay. Do it for yourself. Hold your breathe and 1... 2... 3... jump.
     

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Wednesday, July 11, 2012

HEY GUYS!



I know I have been slacking horribly with my postings, but things are about to change. I promise. Life in general has caught up with me in a really ugly way and writing a new post was the furthest activity on my mind. I'm still available to YOU if you have any questions or want to randomly ramble. As I have mentioned in previous posts, I am here for you. If you ever feel the need to talk about anything and I mean ANYTHING, I can easily and rapidly be reached at yagazieemezi@gmail.com.

I am excited to get a new post up once I have the time. My mind has been so full of things to write and I can't wait to share with you all! I hope all is well in your lives, my dears!  Peace, love and blessings.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Being Back Home

I have a lot more separate posts to make about Nigeria, but I'll start with this one as a quick summary.

I've been back in the States for coming up to a month now. I spent 9 amazing weeks back in Nigeria for the first time in 7 years. I chose to go back in February so that I could celebrate my father's birthday and mine with him. All my fears and paranoia of being back in Nigeria were dispersed the second I landed in Lagos and then in Port Harcourt. I live in Aba, but my luggage had not arrived so I had to stay in Port Harcourt an extra day. The anticipation was unbearable, but I was glad to see my father again after so long.

Our first sighting of each other wasn't as dramatic as one would have expected. I spent an extra hour in baggage claim trying to figure the situation out and I was able to peep out my father as he waited outside the doors for me. A day later, we headed out to Aba. There was a military checkpoint at every mile or so, but I was more nervous about the hired driver's continuous and unnecessary honking. We finally arrived in Aba and everything was so different as would have been expected.

(Sorry, you have to tilt your head)
video


My father. We spent every evening going to Aba Sports Club. The Club was founded in the early 1900's for the elite members of society (i.e, all the white folks). Of course that changed and it became a family club which we became a part of. A lot of time was spent there as a child. Nowadays, I call it The Club of Old Men. Yes, because that's what it's all about now.

 The upside of being the only young woman in the Club was the constant eating I got to do.

I paid a visit to my old school which was just the same as ever. This is the primary section. The paint is new though.

The Secondary Section 

A typical classroom. Usually holds up to 60 students. Not so fond memories of getting flogged came back.


I spent just about everyday with Uzoaru. We went to school together since kindergarten and words cannot express what a great friend and woman she is.

The kitchen bak at home honestly hasn't changed, but I hated going in there. We went weeks without electricity so the food wouldn't keep and we had to re-heat everything before we went to bed.

FOOD!

A couple of times during a week, my father would bring back a treat for me to stuff my face with.


 Udara! One of my favorite fruits in Nigeria. I just hate the stickiness of it all, but I live for sucking on the seeds.

My father being adorable on my birthday.

My mosquito protection gear.

Perfection. I love peeling mangoes all the way.





More than anything now that I'm back, I miss my father. I miss his sense of humor, his patience and his advice. I can't wait to be back home again.

Friday, April 20, 2012

Friday, March 16, 2012

The Juiciness of Arise Magazine Fashion Week 2012

I made it to Lagos! And jumped right into the backstage of it all. I mingled with models, stylists and designers. I paid attention to not only the fashion, but the people as well. The models were all extremely focused and talked only amongst themselves. The stylists were all friendly and down to earth. The fashion designers were usually all smiles and eager to extend their hands and kisses to everyone. A few Nigerian bloggers surprised me with their pompous attitudes and arrogant airs. And a few more were just as excited to see me as I was towards them. The attendees all came in their best attires. Colors, colors everywhere. It was a feast for the eyes, especially coming from Aba and New Mexico!

All in all, I was extremely fortunate to experience the show the way I did. With an all access backstage pass, I could move back and forth anyway I pleased. Then there was the hardcore party scene with a few of the designers and endless debates which has left me with a memorable experience. It was still a tiring week to be running back and forth in heels trying to get the right photos. Despite the excitement of this week, I am looking forward to blogging more about my stay in Nigeria, not just the fashion week. I leave all the AWFW details to the fashion enthusiasts. So here are just a few of the shots I took, there are just too many to upload all.

Ozzy

 Backstage












Everything about these ladies . . . beautiful.



Mataano

Goofing around





Caught off guard

After the shoot (had to blur out stuff lol)

Some stylists and accosted me and gave several snaps to my hair and dress.








Loza M. 




Naeto C


Aminat giving fierceness with her eyes

Dudley


How I hate those contacts...


















That necklace!













The only 'natural' look.




Alek Wek!