Hubby wasn't feeling well so we went to Abuja Clinic.  Two people had referred us, so we reckoned it would be ok.  Got there and we had to stand in a queue at reception.  They do have online appointments but that means nothing, cause I had one but still had to stand in the queue.  So we get to the lady at reception but while we're speaking to her people ask her all kinds of things and she attends to them first while we wait patiently.  She gives us a number and we proceed to the waiting room but as we go hubby sees ENT on the number slip and he goes back to reception.  Initially we needed to go to an ENT but that changed when hubby started feeling unwell and sweating and coughing so now we needed to see a GP.  We don't know how to do that barge in thing so once again we stand patiently to ask for another number for the GP this time.  Then we had to pay at the cashier without having seen a doc.  It cost us close to NGN50 000 for this episode.  Of course we didn't have that much cash on us, so first had to go out and find an ATM to draw some. Back to the hospital and the waiting room.  After about half an hour we get to see the doctor who asks hubby all kinds of questions.  He doesn't take his temperature and he does not check his chest which I can hear is wheezy.  The doc tells us he wants to have blood tests done to exclude malaria and that we should come back the next day.  In the meantime hubby's coughing his lungs out.  We go back and do the blood tests and are told to come back on Monday for the results.  Still nothing for his chest.  Sunday we just took it easy and slept away the day as he wasn't feeling good at all.  On Monday we go back to see the doc.  No malaria, thank God but he has urinary tract infection.  Doc prescribes antibiotics and we're out of there.  I pray I never get ill here.  At least hubby feels better now so meds must be doing the trick or else it's just that he took a break from work allowed himself to relax. 

We went to the movies last night and watched Ice Age 4.  Had a meal at Bunna Cafe first and I managed to take a photo of the mosque and the Arts and Crafts village. I think I'll wait till I'm back home before I post them though.

Today I met Kate, a French lady, all the way from Montenique and we did a two hour walk around Maitama.  I now know where the Spanish housing and the British housing is.  Also where Farmer's market is for all my fresh fruit and veg.  I took some photos with my Iphone so they're not so clear.  One was of a beautiful blue and black butterfly and the other a mommy chicken with her little chicks, too cute.  We were walking along and chatting to each other and we heard a horn behind us.  The cars were driving on the pavement like it was another road and we had to make way for them. 

Kate reckons we are being overcharged for everything because we're expats.  She nearly fell on her back when she heard that we pay NGN2000 per hour for our taxi.  She's been here for two years already and she says we have to negotiate the price.  So there, I will become a professional negotiator. The problem with negotiating is, the person you are negotiating with must understand what you're saying.  I bought some material and had the dressmaker come over to take my measurements for a traditional Nigerian dress.  I got his name from a Nigeria friend and she also told me more or less how much he should charge me.  He says ok fine that's what I charge for a dress but I'm making you a jacket as well and that will be NGN4000 and you have to pay me my taxi fair for getting to your place, another NGN1000.  I tell him that I still want more work done, so he should give me a good price else I will go to another dressmaker for my other stuff and he doesn't bring down his price by 1 Niara.  I have lots of learning to do before I become a professional negotiator, maybe in my next life.