Good bye SF. Hope to see u again soon.
Journal of another ordinary guy. Posts are on the go and in raw form. Expect lots of grammatical errors :P
Good bye SF. Hope to see u again soon.
This black guy approached me in the train and asked for a dollar for him and his daughter to get “off the train”. (I don’t even understand what getting off the train means).
He wasn’t with a daughter. And he wasn’t dressed as someone who was genuinely stranded. He had this junkie look and dressed haggardly. I didn’t even make these conclusions before I shook my head and ignored him.
Then he moved to the next passenger.
I, we, see them everyday. People begging for this and that; some direct about it, some with interesting lies.
As he made to the next person to ask, it occurred to me I didn’t even feel any empathy for him. I didn’t even consider him. I literally said a big no before he was done asking. And that moment I felt bad about who I was becoming - a man molded by the generalization and assumption that it is all deceit and thus not worth my dime.
Deceit? Most probably. But who am I to judge? Some people will always be poor. Some will beg. Life is not fair after all. The best I can do is show empathy and give when possible.
Co was sick for some days and it was crazy to see how worn he became. It started with a cold attack, then headache and fever. Then he started complaining about his right tonsils.
He couldn’t speak and was in bed all day. He couldn’t eat. he had difficulty in swallowing. I literally forced him to every time. And when he does, it is very little.
I got him some pain reducer/fever suppressant drugs to start with. But when it wasn’t getting better, we had to start looking at seeing a doctor. Tosin was really helpful. I got to speak with her mum, a nurse, on the phone. I learnt health care without insurance in the States is fucking expensive. Tosin mentioned emergency can cost around $2k. What?!
(By the way, Tosin is my new Nigerian friend in the area, introduced to me by my homeboy Ben back in Nigeria. She stays close and in few days we have been like great friends. The other day, she drove me to the African market and I finally got some Nigerian foodstuff - egusi, beans, rice, garri, palm oil and yam to be precise. And she came over and made jollof rice the next day).
Her mum was to help us find out the easiest/cheapest possible option/prescription from her medical director once she gets to work the next day. But the situation got crazy in the morning and we had to act fast. I helped co ask on his Facebook wall and someone recommended a clinic in SF.
Julia, our very interesting [new] host, drove us there. We saw the doc, he did the usual things docs do and gave him some meds. We spent just around $200 in all. And by the end of the day, co was better.
It is funny how life humbles you irrespective of who you are. It is amazing to see how someone so full of life and so hearty can within few hours become helpless and worn out. I think sickness is just one of life’s way of reminding us we are humans after all.
All I can think of now is the $70 black leather all-star I saw at the Converse store yesterday.
Fuck it. I am going to buy that shoe.
I was to go to Golden Gate Park today. I have been indoors for a week now and up to seeing some outside. So I dressed up and hopped on the bus to the train station. And that was where I started sensing something was off. Everyone was dressed in funny costumes - pony ears, tails, bras only, bikinis, bum shorts, body paints, and a lot of skin showing.
Then when the train arrived, it was full to the door. Even getting standing space was difficult. It didn’t strike me till I got to San Francisco and saw the massive crowd. For some minutes I paused to consider what was happening. Cops were everywhere, the streets were closed down and people were dressed in different interesting costumes in small groups. I was supposed to pick another bus but decided against it. Instead I window-shopped at Oakley and Converse for a while.
Then it hit me. It is pride weekend! By the time I walked deeper into the street, it became clear. People, lots of, costumes, cops, blocked streets, girls making out, guys smooching one another, cross dressing, noise, party, loud music, boobs, dicks, pussies….damn, the number of boobs I saw today…*sign of the cross*
It was fun though. Might have been more fun if I had gone with someone - unarguably a pretty chic to string me along. (Damn I should put more time into this Tinder thing). But I enjoyed every minute of the experience. It’s interesting seeing how different yet so the same we all are. In the end, everyone just wants to be happy. The other things are just the means to that end.
I was in Vegas for 3 days with my co. We went for an interview - a business trip of some sort. Damn it, we had to leave on a Friday. Who goes to Las Vegas and return on a Friday?
Las Vegas is more than the hype - crazy, beautiful insane city. You are welcomed with slot machines right from the airport. I won’t be surprised if there are slot machines in churches too.
The Vegas experience is amazingly cheap. 24 hours ride ticket through the city is just $8. An hour limo rise goes for $40. Our beautiful 2-bed room at Stratosphere costs just around $30/night. That’s far less than what I pay for a 2 star hotel in Lagos.
I took a little walk round town when I was free. The Venetian hotel is another awesome hotel I checked. Fucking beautiful place. A very big casino ground floor, art galleries, designer shops, a “grand shopes” with artificial sky/clouds, in house waterfall, canal and boat ride, and a lot more.
It’s really hard to put into words the beauty of the city. Vegas is just the perfect getaway. I just have to go and plan a good comeback. And I am skydiving when back. Amazingly, it isn’t as expensive as I thought. Just around $200 - 300.
Really, I must be back.