Maggie Pegg

Hello lovelies. You can`t imagine what happened to me today. Firstly I was in the tram going to school when I saw a dog staring mysteriously at me. Keep in mind that I am really scared of dogs but I somehow just sat down and avoided looking back at the dog. From nowhere the dog started to bark and the barking seems to be louder for everytime. I got really scared because it was right in front of me but I  kept calm. It started opening its mouth at aiming to eat my bag or something, and it was trying to come closer to me. The owner kept saying "sit" but the dog wouldn`t. As I just arrived at my destination, i jumped off quickly from the tram and couldn`t be more happy to be at school, lol.

Then after school, I sat down to do some studying and then I peeped through the window to see some random dude. He was in a bus and he was literally showing his "behind" to the whole world. I managed to take a picture with my phone but it wasn`t that good. But I post it here anyway.
Been a long day for me. I hope yours was fun as well.

Going to church and I am so freaking tired but thank God there are songs to jazz things up. Lately I haven`t been doing much than listening to music. I might probably upload pictures today or we`ll just see how that goes.

So my randomness is taking over my blog little by little. Well my fashion stuffs are still gonna be on date but be alert for some music, rants and other weird stuffs i do when am in da mood. Hope ya all having a nice time. Now i gotta get back studying Biology. For now I leave you with this music.

"They all seem so cold, boring and sophisticated", that was the first thought that came into a nigerian girl`s mind just arriving in Sweden and meeting a bunch of strangers who were to be her school mates. I thought my first day in school might go wrong but I was deadly sure I was going to make new friends, after all, while I was in Nigeria, I had always been surrounded by friends or I`ll say people who really wants to talk to me.

As I walk into the school premises, the first thing I noticed was that everyone were looking good, most of them in their long trousers, long hair, and long nose. I took a look at myself in the mirror, then I realised I look nothing like them. My nose weren`t long but short and wide, my hair was black, afro and not long at all. I had on some clothes which really had no style compared to these people. I still had too much confidence in me that I didn`t really pay attention to these things. I followed a teacher who walked me to my class. As I entered the class, all eyes seems to be on me and they were all staring up and down at me checking out the details of everything I wore. I just smiled at them back anxiously and took my seat beside a beautiful girl who later was going to be a friend. This was only the language school where I`ll be learning the swedish language until I can join the normal class.

Six months after lots of study time, novel reading, embarrassing conversations in swedish, I was finally qualified to go to the normal class which was held in swedish. Lest i forget, I made friends with some beautiful african girls that were taking language classes together with me. They were amazing and we had funny times together. But now we won`t be seeing that much any longer because I will be taking normal lectures now. I didn`t think too much about that because I had strong hopes that I was going to make other friends.

My new class was horrifying. The class was already divided into groups, groups consisting of long terms friends who refuses to let in other people in their little triangle. I ate alone during lunch, I had no partner during group works and I sat alone during breaks while everyone sat together having fun. I was too shy to make a statement of attention or try to do weird things to make them notice me. The language barrier was my worse enemy. Even though I could speak, I couldn`t speak as fast and clear as them. I felt if I said something, they were going to laugh and point out every word I said wrong so I held my tongue.

Things got better when I learned a trick, an escape.........
Maggie.P

Watch out for Part two

Part Two - Laughing helped me through.

After I kind of sort out that I was never going to belong in any of those groups so I just stopped trying to fit in and I started to focus more on being me which is the best thing I know how to do anyway. I didn`t see any group anymore, all i saw was just my classmates. I would hangout with one today and another tomorrow, they all bacame my friend. I started to talk more in swedish and anytime someone wants to point out that what I was saying was wrong, then I`ll  laugh hysterically and say to the person " can you speak my language, yoruba, so if not this is not my language too. I am only trying to learn so stop being so childish". What happens after that is mostly that the person gets irritated and just leaves. Everything started to be so funny, when I get frustrated I just laugh and when I am going through the hallway, I keep smiling at all of them. They were probably wondering why she is no more in her insecure look, but well no one ever came to ask me but their faces said it all.

 I had to read all my subjects in swedish so it was extra difficult for me than the others but I kept on telling my self I can do it with a smile on my face. After a year I was one of the best in my class and by the end of the year I received an award that i`ve been one of the students who had really improved academically. On the day I received this award i had no idea something like that was going to happen to me. My teachers were extremely helpful, they told me I could do it that I should just continue being me. As i walked to the stage to receive my prize, I could see my classmates, their sisters and brothers, their friends, all of them whispering into each other`s ears. It was all like a dream. After the graduation party, a lot of my classmates actually came up to me and congratulated me. They were all, after all, nice people.

Some months earlier we were to choose which "gymnasium" (which is kind of like senior high school) we want to go to. Funny enough I chose some really good schools which I thought I was never going to be admitted in but I just did it anyway. So later after some couple of months the result were out and all of the schools I chose wanted me as well. I opened my mouth and could not close it. It all felt unreal.  I did it and yes I made it. Finally my battle is over, I thought.

Maggie.P

Getting braids is probably the best thing I personally can offer to my own hair. But the problem is that you sit hours getting it done and hours taking it out and those "hours" i don`t have. Come to think of it, you can have braids for like two months and if you really take care of it your hair can really grow. And I mean really grow. Mind you, i wouldn`t advice someone to get small tiny braids if you know you really care for your hair.

I remember back then in Nigeria when I went to braid my hair at a hair saloon. This woman told me she is very good at it and i paid like twice the amount that`s normally charged. Relying I was in "good hands". I sat there for almost a day (way too long time) braiding my hair, thinking it`s cool she knows what she`s doing. Long story cut short, after she`d finished I raised up my head to look at the mirror.  First notice: I couldn`t move my neck. The hair was tight, i mean really tight. It felt like someone was cooking hot soup on my head. Second notice: the hair was so nice and shiny but it looked overworked. Third notice: She had added too much "vaseline" on the hair. I was so angry.

I got home and everyone liked the hair and then they saw how I was hurting. I started thinking of what to do, so I decided it was going to cool down after the night rest. I managed to sleep somehow after four hours of pain in the night. Before day break, i couldn`t take the pain any longer. Took out the hair and I noticed all my hair in the front was gone. That was probably my worst hair story ever. Still thinking about that pain `till today.
                                                                       Maggie-P