http://www.naijasinglegirl.com/nigeria-zanzibar-cost-breakdown/

nwakaegoabisola:
Hal @naijasinglegirl I really admire your sincerity about your first trip out of the country. Please how would lol if you could give an estimation of how much you spent, as nt friends and I plan to go next year.

Cheers

i just went through my messages of may 14th. Can't find yours. What was it about

Alert:
Another nice one from you @ naijasinglegirl, I admire your writing skills always having a dash humour, at unexpected places.

Please I sent you a mail since May 14th, no reply from you yet. I would appreciate if you can do that, except you have a policy on that.

Thanks

Thank you .

rman:
This girl writing style and how she delivers her humor is excellent.

She is not a standup comedian but she has far superior content to the standup comedians in Nigeria.

Kudos to you naijasinglegirl

All of you requesting for photos should check my IG page. @Naijasinglegirl or use the hashtag #NSGTakesZanzibar

Thank you so much

NairaSand:


Naijasinglegirl

Easily my favorite blogger.

I get emotional everytime I read your post....don't ask me why

I don't know what you look like but I see you in my dream. If you won't let me walk you down the aisle, do me the honor of an invitation to when Naijasinglegirl officially becomes not single, no pressure as I'm a patient fan

Sincerely,
Naijasinglegirl lover

Btw, I want to go to Abuja for the first time this month. If you are a travel agency and you'd like to partner, send me a PM.

My blog url remains www.naijasinglegirl.com

You can read more on my trip and all I did during my stay using the hashtag #NSGTakesZanzibar on Instagram

I was in Zanzibar for a few days two weeks ago. Being my first time outside Nigeria, this trip was special for me in many ways. I travelled via Ethiopian Airlines, transited in Addis Ababa for two nights and spent five days in Zanzibar. A quick summary of my experience during my short vacation.



LAGOS AIRPORT
When the immigration official at the airport said, "Virgin passport. Are you are a virgin too?" I knew my trip was about to get interesting. My virgin passport and I were asked the most random questions.
"Tanzania? Why you no go Dubai?"
"Sure you are not planning to run from Nigeria?"
"Does your father know you are travelling?"
"Is it your boyfriend that sponsored your trip?"
"Your face resemble person wey sabi that thing well."
The immigration officer said he wasn't going to release my passport until I find him something for his own vacation. He kept to his word one thousand naira later.
The last security check at MMIA was where I was thoroughly searched by a woman. She kept whispering into my ears, "You no go find me something?"
I said, "English, no speak." After all some of the officials kept asking me if I was a Nigerian or Tanzanian so where unnecessary tips were involved, the only language I was going to speak was Swahili.




MY FLIGHT TO ZANZIBAR
As much as I enjoyed my first international flight experience, certain things did not bring my happiness to the fullness.
- I expected WIFI onboard but didn't get any.
- My co-passenger was a bush girl!
- I had a window seat but my co-passenger in the middle kept sliding up my windows to look out as if we were in Lagos danfo. Only God knows what she was looking for outside even when it got dark. Oh I remember. She kept asking me questions like, "Wey that wey been dey there? That thing you don snap tire?" That thing meant the wings of the plane and the clouds when it was 8pm!
- My co-passenger had BO. It was terrible.
- My co-passenger woke me up to lay my tabletop for food by slapping me on the vagina area. It was painful.
- I ordered white wine. My co-passenger asked if my wine was 'sweet' and before I could respond, she was 'tasting' from my cup. I told her she can have it all.
- My co-passenger took my orbit gum without permission.
- My co-passenger wouldn't let me rest until I captured the perfect shot of her while she ate. I took 12 photos to get it. She said, "When the food is about to enter my mouth, SNAP!" And I thought I was the JJC here?
- My co-passenger was a copy copy. Each time I took a photo of the clouds, she did same. She watched the same movies I watched. Ate in the same pattern l did. Went to the restroom each time I did. I kept wondering, who sent this girl Jehova?
- Finally, I had panic attacks each time the plane shook. I was the only idiot that kept screaming, "Jesus! Jesus!" During our landing at Addis Ababa, the plane suddenly went on full speed upon hitting the runway. Kuku kill me. The Nigerian in me thought it was brake failure.





ZANZIBAR
Zanzibar was fun. I stayed at Kendwa, Uroa and Stonetown. Thankfully transportation cost was reasonable enough to move from one town to another. I spent most of my time at the first two locations playing with sand in ways I never did during my childhood since there was nothing much to do on an Island. I was told the population of tourists were few due to Ramadan. I partied, went on a boat cruise, went on tour about town in Tanzanian danfo known as dala-dala, went in search for local restaurants on Tanzanian okada known as boda-boda, snacked on Tanzanian agege bread, visited their local market, made friends with locals, toured prison Island and went snorkeling which turned out to be a disaster.
Quick tip regarding snorkeling, Zanzibar might not be an English speaking city but ensure your snorkeling guide or fisherman like I was given understands English. Even if it's only the word 'HELP!’' especially if he intends to take you alone to the middle of the Indian Ocean in your snorkeling equipment to demonstrate, "In! In!! In!!!"
Mba! I refused to go in.



FOOD
I have a newfound respect for Nigerian cuisine since I returned to Lagos. One of my biggest challenge was feeding while I was in transit, and in Zanzibar. I knew I was in trouble when hunger had me licking my margarine like ice cream after I finished my main meal on the plane in less than three minutes. Why are airplane meals so small?
Travelling on a budget meant I couldn't experiment or gamble with local Tanzanian dishes all the time and only a few pricey restaurants were open due to Ramadan. My breakfast at my hotels were mostly pastries and it wasn't long the Nigerian in me started longing for jollof rice. A restaurant I visited swore they had something similar to rice and stew. I asked for it and got served a plate of white rice, lime and freshly blended tomatoes.




FLIGHT TO LAGOS
A Nigerian girl and her friend at Addis Ababa Airport walked up to my seat at the boarding area and said, "You be Nigeria?"
She was still wearing a hair net at 8am for an international flight. They were the upgraded version of the girl I had as co passenger enroute Zanzibar so I quickly moved away since I wasn't ready for any 'My Naija sister' relationships. Unfortunately, the chatty Igbo guy I had as seat partner was no different. He wouldn't stop asking the air hostess for an extra can of beer, even after the 5th can before announcing to me. "Maka make I go pee oh."
When lunch was served, he expressed his disappointment on why a Naija girl like me was using cheese on bread rather than some of the beef sauce meant for my rice on the bread. I told him I am Ethiopian. He apologized for his wrong assumption. I said, "Hakuna matata."
He said he prays one day Nigeria can have their own airline like us. I said, "I pray for you people too."




POST VACATION BLUES
My week in Zanzibar was the shortest of my life. I still tell people that I may be physically present in Lagos but spiritually, I am still in Zanzibar. I may not have visited a country westerners consider as developed but they were organized enough to get me wondering how I have been able to survive the madness in Nigeria, especially when you compare the professionalism in Nigerian Airports against the others. At least no one at Addis Ababa Airport and Zanzibar Airport asked me if I am a virgin.
Travelling has made me an Oliver Twist and I haven't gotten tired of documenting my experience. A large part of my leisure time is now spent on looking up affordable flights and reading up on more tourist friendly nations in Africa and the rest of the world generally. My faith is saying this is the start of many more travel experiences to come. Until then, Kwaheri.




PS: My vacation was a gift from a reader of my blog.

35k including tips

hahn:
naijasinglegirl, how much did the passport cost you?

Sarcasm

SuperSuave:
it's NSG, FP straight!

bia nsg, wetin you wan go do for Italy? hope it's not what I'm thinking

I was told I would need passport photographs, copies of my birth certificate and my certificate of origin to apply for an international passport. No one mentioned the N1,000 and N500 tips here and there.



I met a crowd under a canopy who came for the same purpose when I arrived the passport office in Ikeja. My contact gave me a form to fill and told me to join them. After waiting for more than three hours, I was told my file won’t be processed until I had a guarantor, a challenge that took me two weeks to fix.



When I returned two weeks later for what they call capturing, I met an even larger crowd triggered by the shortage of passport booklets. Among the crowd were returnees who were there to renew their passport. You know the usual IJGB signs – tattoos, bling-blings, jerry curl hair, weird haircuts, wanna ganna accent, singlets and shorts with winter boots etc.



One guy walked in with a basket ball displaying all of the above signs. It appeared he was there earlier in the day to renew his passport but left when he couldn’t stand the queue. An officer came out to pacify the crowd and this guy, who decided to be our mouthpiece shouted, “Damn man! Shit iz taking too long. We aint gat all day here. I gat practice by 4 man.”

Then he turned to me and said, “Mest up country yo!” Me, I was just like, O-O



4pm, we were still waiting. Another officer came out to call names and the Americana’s name was exempted. This time around, he broke into pidgin in a clear Nigerian accent. “Officer I don tire to dey wait! Person go come die ontop passport! Na wa oh”

People who heard him earlier were laughing. Then he stormed into the main building angrily. It wasn’t long my name was called in for capturing. Beside the capturing office is an iron gate which serves as a jail and Americana and his basketball were doing time there. Apparently he had gone in to make trouble and one of the no-nonsense officers had bundled him into the jail. This time I heard him swearing in Americana, pidgin and Yoruba.



I walked into the capturing room and the capturing officer took one look at me and walked me out. He said they weren’t going to photograph me because I was not dressed properly. I was befuddled seeing that I was dressed in a sleeveless maxi dress which is decent enough in my own opinion. However, I quietly left in search of whom to borrow jacket from but I found no one.

There was a ‘Nigerian mother’ seated outside with their signature scarf wrapped around her neck. I explained my situation and asked her if I could borrow her scarf for a few minutes. After an eternity of staring at me from feet to head as though my approach was disrespectful, she grudgingly handed her scarf to me.

I returned to the office with the scarf wrapped around my shoulder.

When I overheard another officer say, “This her hair eh,” I knew I was in for part two.



The capturing officer told me to pack my weaves. I did just that with a rubber band. He complained my left ear was not visible. I tucked my weaves behind my ears. He said my forehead was not completely visible.



I took off the wig.



The man was shocked. Some people present were giggling. A girl who was on the queue for capturing said the officer should attend to other people while she assist me with adjusting the wig. Left for her I would have taken that passport peacefully in my didi hairstyle.

Five minutes of being told to tilt my neck clockwise, semi clockwise and anti-clockwise in front of the camera, I was successfully captured.

By then, the woman who gave me the scarf had barged in to demand for it. I returned it to her and she held it by an edge as though I had infected the scarf with a virus.

One of the officers who gave me tough time had quietly slipped his phone number to me while I signed out. Outside the office, two elderly female officers called me aside and started lecturing me on indecent dressing. They said I was supposed to wear a suit to take the passport so I don’t end up being mistaken for someone who is travelling for prostitution by the officials at foreign airports. I told them it was the work of the devil.

On the good side, I now own an international passport.

Italy here I come!




http://www.naijasinglegirl.com/all-the-drama-that-happens-at-passport-office-in-lagos/

Nigerian weddings have taken things to a new dimension. So my aunt just returned from a Yoruba wedding ceremony. The wedding had the perfect venue, classy IVs, colour of the day, asoebi, small chops, souvenirs and enough food.
Only problem was she got there only to realise the bride and groom were absent. You know when the pastor of a church is not available and the church committee live stream the sermon during Sunday service? That’s what happened at the wedding.


Just that in this case, the bride and the groom who are in the obodo oyibo had previously acted a 3 hour wedding movie in their compound abroad and the video was played on a big screen for their ‘fans’ during the wedding in Nigeria today. The couple did not even bother to Skype their audience to ask if they are having fun or if the jollof has gone round at their remote wedding. They were simply missing in action.
There were representatives abi actors who stood in as the bride and groom to imitate the activities going on in the movie. Whoever the actors are, that is how they have married themselves like play like play.

That’s how somebody would waste asoebi, makeup, high heels and cab fare for a wedding only to end up watching wedding film under the hot sun.

They would have kuma played the wedding party at the venue tbh.



http://www.naijasinglegirl.com/nigerian-weddings-are-going-digital/

zinachidi:
great book that.. Read it twice already and i don't like reading. Had to buy again after my lil niece destroyed my first one. Worth the money i gotta say. Kudos.

Thank you

Then buy my fictional novel here; https://www.okadabooks.com/book/about/29_single__nigerian/12586

dollyjoy:
Some people have good fictional story telling skill. Lmao.

I doubt that. The guy looked 26/27.

Berbierklaus:

I can picture myself saying something like this.
Hahahahahahahahahaha .

Sorry NSG the two lovers are probably just teenagers who went to catch fun,it's not their fault.

So I got into the second row of a danfo at the bus stop and while the bus was waiting for two more passengers, a boy and a girl came in and sat beside me. Next thing, the boy asked the driver the cost of the fare, driver said N200. The boy turned to the girl who weighed not less than 65kg and said, "Sweedy, its not N150. Let me lap you."
Soon enough, 15kg of Sweedy was on my thighs and 50kg was on her boyfriend's own. The babe had balanced like a boss and was sipping coke from a straw with sunglasses wedged in her hair. She even had the guts to be chewing gum too. Only God knows where they were coming from.


I was very uncomfortable in the position they put me since it was a tight bus but I could not alight because buses heading to my direction were few. I was just hissing and hissing miserably because I didn't want to cause a scene. .
The boy now asked her, "Sweedy are you okay?" She replied , "I can manage," They didn't even ask me how I am coping with 15kg of Sweedy. When the last passenger got in, a visibly angry man, he told the relationship people to adjust so he could sit comfortably. He said he couldn't understand why they were inconveniencing him who paid the complete fare. Boyfriend was like, "Chairman where I wan see space?" Then he turned to NSG the mumu and said, "Can you shift?"

That was enough to send me through the roof. "Shift to where?" I asked. "Am I not carrying Sweedy too? Have I not tried for you people?" Then an agbero who was observing came by and asked them why they could not sell their coke and use the money for their transportation.


http://www.naijasinglegirl.com/at-least-date-a-man-that-can-afford-your-tp/

Thanks.
http://www.naijasinglegirl.com/

'NaijaSingleGirl', a reputable lady as the title describes is a single Nigerian girl. Physically, NSG is not your average big booty, big breasted, fleeked eyebrows, contoured nose 'pepperdem' female, but she has all that spiritually in addition to having a beautiful heart.
NSG has been single for quite sometime, and is tired of being her own Valentine year after year. NSG is consciously making effort to change the status quo this year by fire by fire.

On that note, NSG is recruiting the services of a man to be her Valentine date this year. A man she can wear red for, have a candle light dinner with, hold hands, laugh and shame 'ayters' who swore she will always be single.

Job Title: Naijasinglegirl's Valentine Date 2017
Job Type: One day part time but contract can be extended God willingly.
Salary: God will provide
Location: Lagos


Minimum Qualifications .
Must be working with a comfortable income. NSG, though down-to-earth refuses to eat Valentine rice without meat.
Must be responsible. No untidy afro, bushy beards, Wizkid trousers, 'fam & innit' manner of speaking or YOLO lifestyle. .
Must be at least 29 years old.
Must not have a wife somewhere, or a wife has him.

COMPETENCIES
A gentleman
5'ft 10 at least.
God fearing.
A conversation starter. .
A minimum of two years experience in a previous relationship.


DESIRED QUALITIES
- Candidate must not be called Linus, Sunday, Theo, Donatus, Silas, Okon, Monday, Musa, Emeka, Ogidiga, or Oghene.
- Must not chew food like a screenmuncher.
- Must not be an old skool man.
- Must not be a mummy's boy.
- Can be Yoruba, but not demon.
- Gigolos, bodycount collectors, and serial heartbreakers will be rebuked, shot, cast and destroyed.
.
HOW TO APPLY
Interested candidates should mail naijasinglegirl (at) gmail dot com

APPLICATION DEADLINE
11th February 2017

PS: Do not apply to satisfy your curiosity.

http://www.naijasinglegirl.com/nsg-recruiting-services-man/

How are you people

davide470:
Lol. Don't mind her. She is forming Jane Bond.


Brotherly, how far? You just abandon me for that zone.

I am not sorry I don’t live on the Island. And I don’t live on the mainland either. I live around the ‘extra lands’ off the mainland and when I tell people my location, toasters to be specific, they be like, “Too bad!”
As if Ambode is not the governor in my area.

Boys are willing to do London/Lagos long distance relationships but cannot do common Ikorodu/Ikoyi relationships.
No boy even wants to do Uber for you from your location to a first date meeting on the Island because the cost of a trip is God is Good Motors rate from Lagos to Abia.
You mention where you are living to a prospective toaster and the next thing he says is, “The last time I visited there was 2002.”
Oga who asked you?

A ‘toaster’ would mention an event/party that took place on the island and when you express your disappointment on why you were not invited, he’ll say, “But you are in town now.”
Excuse me?

The worst of them are the ones that offer free lifts. You’d be minding your business at a bus stop on the Island, patiently waiting for an Oshodi bound vehicle so you can take a BRT from Oshodi to Agbado Ijaiye and later the 20 minutes okada ride from the bus stop at Agbado Ijaiye to your own Lagos when a guy in a camry would pull up and say, “Can I give you a ride home?”
OGA DO YOU KNOW WHERE MY HOUSE IS?

Sometimes I mention where I am headed and the manner they zoom off is disrespectful.
The time I was stupid enough to accept to be dropped along the way, I regretted. For some of the spoilt Island boys, along the way means the second curve along third mainland bridge or sometimes an unnamed location where you’d wait for a vehicle for one hour and have no choice but to start returning to the bus stop because your routes have been messed up.

Even people living in lbeju Lekki and Ajah outskirts are joining to discriminate mainland people with talks of, “The only thing that takes me to the mainland is the airport”
Ko serious.
At least I don’t have to cross the Atlantic Ocean, queue at four toll gates and pass eight roundabouts before I get home.

You know the most annoying part? The husband materials in these bush areas have refused to date their own. All their girlfriends are based on the Island. Issokay.



http://www.naijasinglegirl.com/apparently-single-dont-live-island/

funloaded:
woow nsg.... I'm a fan of your blog. That book is awesome, I bought it for my mum 2weeks ago(that's when I saw 30copies sold)

Thank you

funloaded:
Bro.... My opinion. Don't sell books, let users publish notes then people can read and Like(no comments). Selling a book only won't be that great, I'm a web developer so I'm speaking to u as a web consultant. Using an example, Naijasinglegirl's 29SN book on konga was sold just 30times( checked a week ago). Though its costly(3k). Another thing is that setting an e-commerce website requires capital(ads, office, staffs) if you're going to sell via pdf( it will save you the cost of getting a delivery truck). It takes time for users to trust e commerce websites especially when you're new(passion will drive you through)....
Breaking it down, if you have a huge capital, passion, get a good web developer, and you can wait for people to trust your services then you're good to go, else set up a website that people post sef written notes

That '30 copies' is the third product batch in Konga which has been there since 29th November and the first two batches sold 189 on konga between May to November ending. Stop making assumptions from the surface. Why did all my hard copies go then? Selling a book is great!!!