The first night in Nigeria

How it all began Do you know that almost surreal feeling, when you’ve been flying in the airplane for hours in a dark cabin, somehow you got used to the silence and pressure in the head, and something like a small buzzing in the background? Then the pilot announces that you have started descending to…

A man inside every Serbian woman

HOW I DECIDED TO MOVE TO NIGERIA There is something very manly in every Serbian woman. When and why it all begins, I have no idea. Perhaps it starts when we are little girls and our parents call us “son”. Like “Son, pick up your toys”, or “Son, wash the dishes” or “Son, pass me…