The Year in Review!

2011 has been a roller coaster year for me in many ways! Thankfully the plunges to the bottom were not as terrifying as they seemed! Now I am past the trough I can look back and laugh!

Though I daresay Im looking forward to 2012 with a lot of expectation and fervor. Like most Nigerians do, I have not yet put a label on what I want 2012 to be for me but I know its going to be a good year! Yay!

So here is wishing all my blog readers a fabulous 2012. I wish for you all you wish for yourselves and more. May the new year be a year of more introspective thinking, more measured and thoughtful decisions; a year when we all will look outwards to bless and touch the lives of others and not just look to what we can get for ourselves.

Below are some pictures I took throughout 2011!

Happy New Year!!!!!

View from the sky!

Chicken without feathers around its neck- Bagauda, Kano

Emir of Biu's palace- Biu, Borno

A medicine store I wont be caught visiting!

Eggs, Dates and Sugarcane cakes- Biu, Borno.

Mums birthday- Lagos.

Someone paddling across a man made lake- Bagauda, Kano

Disease surveillance officer walking through millet fields to visit village-Biu, Borno

Crickets or Locusts? For eating:)

Tchad Hall, Kano Law school campus-Bagauda


Inside a  Shua Arab Hut-Borno state

Lights in the city-Abuja, Nigeria.

More Dambino and Sugar Cane Cakes.

On the road somewhere

Brooklyn Tabernacle-NYC!

Lion in the DC Zoo!-Washington DC

Union Station-Washington DC

Lincoln Memorial

Change of Guard-Arlington Cemetery, Virginia

Corn on the cob! @Dorcas's

Hay in the fields- South Carolina

Statue in Detroit, Michigan


Easter Lunch Table-Greenwood, SC

Building a waiting room!

Main street of a town in Kenya.

Luray Caverns-Virginia

Sign for MSF clinic in Eastleigh, Kenya

Leopard at Wildlife Park-Nairobi, Kenya

Christmas lights- Falomo, Lagos

Liberty Bike- Liberty Island

The Bull- Wall street

Kenyan fare @ Swahili!

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