Browsing the archives for the Fun category.
More.
Here we have, in alphabetical order, Adunni, Ayo, Bimbo, Bukkie, Damilola, Nikita, Olga, Olo, Peter, Rayo, Shaban, and Zainab.
Best of luck matching the names to the photos :).
And what is it with the hands under the chin? There must be something on my face that elicits this kind of “wondering” reaction. Hmm.
The Festival of Nations St. Louis is organized yearly by the International Institute.
Other attractions at this event includes henna booths, Chinese and Greek calligraphy stands and stands for African Hair braiding.
The annual International Festival of Nations took place yesterday and today at the Tower Grove Park, St. Louis.
It featured pavilions from all over the world with food, drinks, artworks, fashion items and souvenirs from those places being available for purchase. There were also live performances by artists and dancers from all over the world.
The food booths were from Afghanistan, Argentina, India, Bosnia, Brazil, Bulgaria, Burma, Canada, China, Eritrea, Ethiopia, the Philippines, Germany, Haiti, Isreal, Jamaica, Mexico, Nigeria, Peru, Poland, Puerto Rico, Romania, Scotland, Senegal, Thailand, Turkey, Vietnam, among many others.
While at the Nigerian pavilion, an American wandered by asking if Ginger Ale was available. I hadn’t heard of that product in a couple of years. It’s one of the carbonated drinks made in the 80s by Coca-Cola company. But for some reason, the Nigerian pavilion every year at the International Institute has found a way to ship in crates of the product to satisfy the demand of an international audience. “I haven’t had that drink in a while,” I said. “I don’t even know why everyone would drink it.”
“It’s very good,” he replied. “That’s why I come here every year.”
Here are a few pictures from the event.
Random images of people I met and interacted with during the summer.
Includes Bola, Rotji, Yun Hsin, Nneoma, Laitan, Ron, Jolaade, Papa Rudy, Chiedu, and Elizabeth in no particular order. One of those light-skinned beautiful women is my sister. Go figure.
This is nothing but freaky. I’ve living “under the bridge” for the past one and a half weeks for very good reason. The student accommodation on campus was already overwhelmed with requests when I decided to return here that there was no single spot for me or for anyone else for that matter. Don’t get me wrong. This “under the bridge” accommodation came with free breakfast, lunch and dinner, free laundry, free movie night and a ton of free goodies and pampering that I can’t quantify. It’s been a kind of overwhelming love that is not only rare, but genuine and delightful, and I can not thank the Schaefers enough for that. But trying to get back into the campus, rather than the spoilt student, mode of existence required a space among real students and it became quite an ordeal. By the time I put down my name to the list of waiting applicants, I was on number twenty or something.
What’s freaky then is the call I got from University Housing a few days ago that went like this:
“Hey, is that…”
“Yes,” I replied. “It’s me.”
“I got good news for you. I’ve found you a space on campus.”
“Really? That’s super. Where is it?”
“It’s at Cougar Village.”
“What?”
“At 431.”
“You’re kidding.”
“And at your old room. The same place you were earlier when you came here. You can move in from tomorrow.”
How it happened, I have no idea except that some mischievous spirit has put a hand in returning me to a spot of very many interesting memories. Sitting down here now on my old bed with a view of the surrounding trees, I write a post that has been dying to be written. Ah, ah, I’m home, and it feels good to be back. Now, you mischievous spirit, please show yourself now or forever remain silent. :o.