Abuja, Abuja youre boring me to tears

So I packed my bags and left London on the 11th of June 2008 where Id lived since early 2003, so almost my entire adult life.I had mostly lived on my own in a rented flat, I had a job the whole time i was there. I loved shopping, I loved dressing up, i hated studying. But the fact was that i had studied law, my options were limited and my degree results were not out; I could not possibly predict my grades because it could have gone any way.

So my mother persuades me to move back to Nigeria and enrol at the Nigerian law School in Abuja.i was apprehensive at first, wasn't sure what to expect but i was also looking forward to a new life. Thus began a new era of my existence in Abuja. Ive been waiting for Abuja to sweep me into its bosom but so far its only succeeded in making me a recluse. There aren't enough hang out spots to make it worth my while to actually dress up, put some make up on and head out into the night- or the day, if necessary.

I wish we had more shopping malls.Ive been known to snap out of the deepest depths of depression on entering Topshop. Just looking at the clothes and feeling the potential of the night used to be enough. Id look forward to going shopping from school, from work, from a hangover...it cured everything.

Silverbird looks promising.They have a Mango franchise whose doors are still shut and it says opening soon after at least two months that Ive known about its existence.Okay, what about bars at least, if only I had the capital Id open up a proper swanky bar where you can go and dress up and have a drink without feeling like you are in a night club or on the other hand like you're in an isi ewu joint. Abuja needs an in-between venue like this......

I will be patient, maybe it will occur to someone, because formerly Abuja was the choice city for top politicians and civil servants.However, now, their children have come over. We 20- somethings need an avenue to relax without feeling like were amongst okada riders or without having to go to a hotel where we feel like shalams or without having to go to a nightclub and have our parents tut- tut when we stumble in the next morning hungover and smelling of smoke.