My name is Soremekun Jesutofunmi Similoluwa
I'm a graduate of Covenant University, i have a travel blog/website (www.travelwithsimi.com)
I'm very passionate about travelling, i love fashion, pictures,reading writing, talking and creating ideas.
I strongly believe in God, He is a major part of who i am.
I am a freelance model, writer, Content creator and above all i'm a brand
I love being independent, i love making people happy, i love meeting new people and making new friends.
I'm a strong believer of killing people with kindness
And my advice to everyone is to never be scared to fail
It's better to live with the regret of "failure" than the regret of "if only".
Katsina, usually referred to as Katsina State to distinguish it from the city of Katsina, is a state in North West zone of Nigeria.
Katsina is a state in Nigeria, one I never thought I would ever visit (well this isn’t visiting), I have never been big on visiting the Northern side of Nigeria, the only state in North I really want to visit is Kaduna, so you can imagine my reaction when I got an email that I have been posted to Borno state: the home of peace (well it’s quite ironical because Borno state is well known for terrorism with the Boko Haram)
“There’s no way I’m going” that’s was the first thing i said when i saw it, i was so sure i wasn’t going to go, until i heard people posted to Borno would be camping in Katsina, that didn’t make it better but it was in fact better.
I decided to go to katsina to “serve” my country with love, strength and faith.
Do i regret this decision, well stay tuned to find out
“YOU CAN’T ESCAPE THE PAST IN PARIS, THE PAST AND PRESENT ARE INTERTWINED IN A VERY UNIQUE WAY”
“PARIS IS A MUSEUM DISPLAYING ITSELF”
Paris is a city that gives me mixed feelings, in a good way, i’ve been to 10 countries, and several cities and i can boldly say, there is no city like paris. Walking through the streets of Paris is Something that never gets old, i could do it over and over again and i would still get goose bumps.
The unique blend of history and modern style never ceases to amaze me, it is Something i have never seen anywhere else, every other city gives you a unique feeling either historic or modern, Newyork is a modern city with several sky scrapers. it gives to a sense of peace, the beauty is astonishing. sometimes i even Wonder how can a building look so old yet so new. ive been to other cities in France (Clermont, criel, lille, valenciene, rouen, Bobigny etc) and they can not be compared to Paris although they are unique in thier own way .
“EVERY ONE KEEPS SENDING LOVE AND LIGHT MY WAY, DOES THAT MEAN THEY ARE SENDING PARIS MY WAY??” i’ve been in France for two weeks now, I’ve been visiting places, going from city to city, but no city in France can be compared to the capital of France, Paris. I hate to break it to you but Paris is more like lagos, except there’s light, diverse means of transportation, you may think i’m insane, comparing a whole paris to lagos, but i’m not, i’ll tell you why i said this. Paris is a very beautiful place to be, great buildings, light everywhere, great tourist centres, fashion, arts etc and i’m honestly in love with the city but it gives me the lagos chills. Like most capitals, Paris is crowded, it becomes very annoying when you can’t take the bus or the train without people struggling to sit down or someone is stepping on you, i’m a lagos babe and i’m quite accustomed to all this but yet i can’t seem to wrap my head around it, the train is full, we can all see that people are standing , there’s no space even to stand(reminds me of BRT BUS) and people are still pushing trying go Inside (nobody even told us this side of paris and no movie ever showed us this too). Every city has pickpockets and paris is not excluded infact it is popularly know for theft, in the bus in the train, on the streets, everywhere( reminds you of Lagos huh?) the only difference is that, they make announcements in the train that people should be careful of pickpockets. When i think of Lagos, the first thing that comes to my mind is traffic, one of our trade marks, you could use 5 hours on the road for a Journey that is supposed to take an hour, although the traffic in Paris is not as bad but there are bad days, what makes it better is the diverse means of transportation, everybody is not on the road, somepeople take the tramp, some metro etc
P.S no city is perfect, i’m not trying to diss Paris (i love the place, this is my fourth time there), i’m only pointing out the difference between my expectations and reality.
I woke up the next day, i had my signatory breakfast Pancakes, Bacon, Egg and of course whipped cream, i didnt know what to do with my time, although i was to start work the next day all i could think about was stomp, i didn’t even know what the game entails, i just knew i wanted to play it.
Since i had the whole day and everyone was working, i decided to do make up and play dress up, it took me a while to finish my makeup, i decided to wear jeans and lace crop top(it was for one wedding i attended like that) . It was time to take pictures and i had absolutely no idea where to go, so i decided to leave the house, for the visitor’s center, everyone kept looking at me in a weird way( oh boy, i couldn’t fugure out what was wrong, is there something wrong with my face? Should i go back inside?) I left the visitor’s center to a secluded bridge, perfect spot, no weird looks, sunlight, nature etc. I took my pictures but Stomp was still the only thing on my mind, by the time i was done, time had already gone, it was time for dinner, i skipoed dinner that day, i couldn’t eat their food, I’m a big advocate of embracing other people’s culture and adapting but i really couldn’t eat thier food(gist for another day). While i was chilling on my bed and editing my pictures, i heard a knock on my door, Anne came in and said it was time for Stomp. Finally i was about to play Stomp, after the long wait.
After getting back home, i was tired, so i took a nap with my eyes opened😂😂(for some reason i find it impossible to sleep in the day), hiking had drained me😂(we didn’t even go far).
My roommates came back after an hour, we had small talks, and then Laura invited me to play kick ball( my roommates worked with mountain classroom and team wild) i didn’t know what that meant but i immediately jumped on my feet to follow her(i know i said i was tired but i have a whole lot of energy😂)
When i got outside, i saw a lot of people ready to play kickball (mkay i can do with new friends) we split into a team of two, i definitely stayed with Laura’s team, the game started and i was trying to get a hang of it, so i was watching intensely, and then it was my turn to kick the ball and run(found out it is like base ball) so i did just that, i kicked the ball and i ran like my life depended on it( oh yeah i forgot to tell you guys thag i run really fast) and i got all the point, everyone was shocked (welllllllll turns out I’m a natural) we kept playing and of course my team came first ( Laura is really good ar kickball, she’s the queen of kickball), and then it was time for dinner, we moved to the visitors center but it didn’t feel so akward today i had more friends from kickball, we kept laughing and talking about the game and then someone suggested we should play Stomp the next day, i was excited, another new way to make Friends💃after dinner everyone went to thier rooms.
Turns out games can also bring you closer to people, i slept with a huge smile on my face, then i remembered im supposed to start work in the next two days, i was excited but i was also scared.
Kickball is a game that was invented in the United States of America in the early half of the twentieth century. Containing elements of soccer, softball but most of baseball, it was as a game to introduce school children to baseball in US public schools that originally popularised it as a sport.
The next day, i opened my eyes and i was staring directly into Emma’s eyes, she was waking me up for breakfast, i stood up and wellllll was looking for where breakfast was served, after so much searching i found out it was at the visitor’s center and i was extremely shy to go in, eventually i stepped in and the first thing i saw brought a smile to my face( pancakes), my entire day was made, i had pancakes, egg, bacon and of course whipped cream
I sat alone on a table, too afraid too mingle, i was observing everyone but i was sure to avoid eye contact (eye contact makes me feel exposed) the next thing i knew someone was sitting beside me and i turned around to see who it was, i didn’t know him but i immediately felt very comfortable with him, he looked like a giant teddy , he introduced himself as Greg( i knew he was a potential friend), said he works at the visitor’s center at the front desk, i told him my name and that i was suppose to work with housekeeping, in a twinkle of an eye, other people were on “My table” Anne, Dave, Sarah etc
Greg had to leave, he had a morning shift so i got talking to Anne (she was my first friend), she also wasn’t working that day, “do you want go on a hike?” She asked (lmao me??? Hike??? ) i said “sure later”, she told me about a place called lost pond, that it was down the road, then she took her leave.
I went down the road in search of lost pond and found nothing( looks like the pond is really lost and if i wasn’t carefully, I’d also be lost), i came back to the house, asked a random person, where lost pond is, the person gave me a better description, i found the pond it was beautiful, it was there i realised i was really in the wild.
I saw a note saying incase we see a bear or a moose, we shouldn’t scare them, this is thier natural habitat and we are the visitors (burst my head) did i mention i was in WHITE MOUNTAIN (UNITED STATES NATIONAL FOREST)
I turned back because there’s no way i’d see a bear and be calm, i went back to my room, logged into instagram, an hour later i heard a knock on my door, it was Anne, it was time to go on a hike.
I found out hiking is the best way to get know people, we discussed about our family, career etc. It was a wonderful experience and it made me wonder if every other person will be that nice.
One of my biggest adventure is going to the white mountain all on my own, it still feels like a dream, stepping out of the concord bus by 10:30pm after journeying for 2 days, the exhaustion i was feeling quickly switched to anxiety, my mind asking a billion questions a second “what if they are racist? What if they dont like me? Will i make any friend? What if? What if?” I mean it is suppose to be “home” for three months, i had 2 large boxes(consisting of magi, crayfish, dried pepper etc.) , a hand luggage and of course my hand bag.
I was struggling to drag them all, thankfully a couple also stepped out of the bus, they helped me to pull my box to the visitors center, on gettinh there, i didn’t know who to meet or what to say, i just walked up to counter and said “i’m new and Mary-Anne asked me to come to the visitors center”, immediately the girls face lit up, she said “simi?” I replied yes, she took excuse and led me to the staff house( they provide accomodation for staff) i couldnt care about all the small talks she was trying to make, i was too tired, all i caught was her name(sarah, she was very nice).
I got to my room and i immediately wanted to cry, it was a mess, i mean im not a very organised person but what i saw made me want to cry, i had 5 ROOM MATES and my supposed bed had a lot of cloths on it, my bunk mate had turned it into a storage, and she wasn’t even in the room, one of my other room mate (Laura) just dumped everything on her bed and took me around, i got bed sheets, laid my bed, called my parents to tell them i had gotten to my destination.
Then my bunk mate came in, she had the nicest eyes i had ever seen, it is ice blue (reminds me of Frozen) we got talking and she was very nice(i knew we were going to be Friends), i discovered her name was Emma, i was extremely cold and she gave me her sleeping bag, then she explained to me that she and the rest of my room mates will be leaving in three days.
All my hopes were crushed, my potential friends were leaving. i closed my eyes thinking hard on what this place had in store for me and did i mention it was freezing cold, i finally closed my eyes and let sleep consume me
I went to Belgium for a camp with my cousin and her friends. We had never gone with them, it was our first time, we were excited, we packed a lot of classy cloths, I mean we thought it was going to be a conference .
So we arrived at camp after a long bus trip, we settled in after a lot of trouble “gist for another day” sha let’s fast forward to the next day, when the conference begins, we skipped sport and breakfast, we wanted to look good, I mean it’s supposed to be a conference, I wore my pink bodyhug gown with mad accessories, sandals and shouting make up, my cousin wore literally the same thing with me except her hair was red, same with the two girls we went with, and we were so happy, we hyped ourselves, took pictures so we stepped out and every other person was wearing joggers and jeans with zero effort, I felt so embarrassed and I wanted to go back to my room to change my cloths but I didn’t carry casuals but we didn’t back out we made it through camp
Finland 🇫🇮 is a Northern European nation bordering Sweden, Norway and Russia and the capital is Helsinki .
Finland is the first place I traveled to by plane(I had already being to Ghana but It was by bus by bus) when I got to Finland(I stayed at the capital “Helsinki”)I was so excited, I mean as a child that had never left her country, i was bound to be excited,I learnt that they spoke finish and I was eager to learn, I learnt words like kiitos « Hello, hyvää päivää « good day etc my mother has this policy that when we travel we should speak only Yoruba to her to enable privacy, english was and is still highly prohibited.
so there was this lady that was a friend to my uncle, she wanted to host us for dinner, I was beyond excited so when we got to her house she said everything she was going to serve us was hand made, she had put in a lot of effort to make everything herself, so we were first given ice-cream “if you know me well you’d know that I’m in love with ice-cream, I simply can’t say no to ice-cream “ I took the first scoop with so much joy, but as the spoon entered my mouth, I wanted to cry, whatever that was I’m extremely sure it couldn’t have been ice-cream, I couldn’t even force it down my throat, my brothers and I didn’t like it but we couldn’t waste it or let her know that we didn’t like it so my elder brother being the super hero forced all the “ice-cream” down his throat, we left our parents on the dining and went to play ,after a while we were called to the dining to eat, we all said we were not hungry, but my beloved younger brother requested for cake” i must confess that the cake looked heavenly, it was extremely calling “ the mistake he made was that he asked for it in English so my mother couldn’t tell him that the cake tasted horrible, the lady gladly gave him the cake while saying it is a special recipe blah blah….. my brother took the cake in and spat it out right in her front………rude right, my father was about to slap him but my mother reminded him that we were not in Nigeria and he is not allowed to hit the child in front of her……….you can imagine what kind of punishment my brother received when we got back home
Hey guys, my name is Soremekun jesutofunmi Similoluwa, I’m a twenty years old Nigerian girl 🇳🇬 and I’m a graduate of covenant university, i have 2 brothers, and yeah im the only girl. I’m a free spirited person, I love talking, writing, fashion and makeup but there’s something I love more than all these things, I love traveling a lot and yes this blog is going to be a travel blog, I’m going to be sharing experience from my previous trips,what I learnt, what I hate about these places etc other content may come in but yeah it’s a travel blog
So here’s a list of the places I’ve been to
Nigeria 🇳🇬 Ghana 🇬🇭 France 🇫🇷 Belgium 🇧🇪 United Kingdom 🇬🇧 United States 🇺🇸Finland 🇫🇮 Germany 🇩🇪 Netherlands 🇳🇱 Canada 🇨🇦 Dubai