I took Squirt to the vet a couple of weeks ago for the blood test she needs to pass to get her entry to the UK. To cut a long story short, it was hideous, and I won’t be taking her to the vet again here if I can help it. They had to “sedate her” (this actually just involved paralysing her whilst keeping her wide awake) and the drug either didn’t agree with her, or she had too much. It was meant to last for 2 hours, but instead lasted well over 12 hours, and then it was another 2 days before she’d come out from under my bed, eat, drink or do anything. Thankfully she’s okay now, and so was her test result.
And Cat 2 has had her babies. I was outside feeding her the other night when I thought my foot felt a bit wet. Unusual in the dry season. And sure enough, her waters had broken over my flipflop. Lovely. She hid them well and so no one knew where they were for the first 2 weeks, but since they were found she seems to have moved them again. I can’t blame her, there aren’t many cat lovers out here so she’s very sensible to keep them out of the way.
I got two parcels the other day, which was pretty much the most exciting event to happen for quite some time. I had to sit at the Post Office for ages whilst they tried to find them, and then whilst Customs went through the contents. The lady at the Post Office asked me if I had any money in either parcel, or anything of any value, as I would need to remove it before she called the customs officers in. Nice, huh? The customs officers had a good old look through the contents, including the box of tampax. They were clearly looking for things to be able to “confiscate” but got rewarded with a number of items they didn’t recognise. I had thought one item might require some explanation – the catnip hedgehogs that I had asked my mum to send me for Squirt – knitted hedgehogs stuffed full of an unidentifiable dried herbal substance. This would presumably be the kind of thing that may attract at least a question from customs at home. But not so here. Squirt proved how much better she was feeling over the weekend – I buried the hedgehogs at the back of my wardrobe on the top shelf (which is higher than the top of my head) underneath all of my clothes, so that I could save them for when she’d destroyed all of her current toys. Not so, I woke up in the middle of the night to her burrowing through all of my clothes to get to the hedgehogs. How she could smell them from up there is beyond me.
I’ve been to a place called Abacha Barracks two weekends in a row now, and it’s my new favourite place to go for food here. They mainly sell massive barbequed fish, but they also do an alternative of omelette and chips for strange people like me. If I was to break my vegetarianism for anything it would probably be this fish though, it looked yummy and smelt amazing. It’s on the outskirts of Abuja, but has a great atmosphere and is well worth the trip. They also sell mangos as big as my head (well, almost) so that’s another good reason to go there.
I spent the first two days of this week helping to run focus groups in some rural communities on the outskirts of Abuja. Despite still technically being classified as part of FCT (Federal Capital Territory) these communities are a world away from the rest of Abuja. The one we went to yesterday is only accessible by bike down a long sandy track, and is miles away from any main road. It’s probably the least developed place I’ve been to in my time here. On the bike on the way back my flipflop broke, and given I didn’t really want to head back to Abuja bare foot, I tried asking the driver to stop so I could fix it quickly before I lost it for good. Which is when he turned to me and I nearly passed out from the smell of alcohol fumes. It then transpired that he couldn’t actually understand a word I said, because even when I shouted “stop” he just nodded and carried on driving. I’m quite happy on the back of a bike, but not when the driver is drunk, and driving at a crazy speed down a sandy road. I weighed up how badly I’d injure myself if I jumped off, and decided that as my main fear was him crashing and us falling off anyway, it would probably be better to wait for that than to throw myself off unnecessarily. So I clung on for 25 minutes and did the truly Nigerian thing and prayed. And thankfully we got there in one piece. I think the driver could tell how angry I was by the time we arrived at the road though, and it’ll teach me to check the drivers eyes in future before jumping on the back of a bike – if they’re bright red and having trouble focusing, I won’t be getting on it!!!
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