It's funny to me sometimes how adversely I react to going back to a place that was home for my first 13 years. It's even funnier still how little of the place itself I remember. I've got the whole "Nigerian in Diaspora" thing down to a T it seems. The sad part is that I don't particularly feel at home outside of Nigeria either. I think I fit perfectly into the category of what a friend of mine calls Confused Global Citizens; I manage to be simultaneously from everywhere and nowhere all at once.
Merry Christmas everyone!! Peace to all and joy on earth and
all that gollywash. So whilst everyone is digging into overly dry turkey and
carolling I can’t even leave my house. I still have no bag. I spent the day (so
far) cooking for dogs I hate and who hate me And I came to the conclusion that without proper editing, i.e.
deleting the majority of this, it will never see the light of day.
I received some bad news too about a dear family friend back
in Manchester and Lord knows that alone has ruined my day. I received a call that picked me up though, so I'm thanking God for little blessings as always.
Also I told Mother I wanted to go see my
childhood house, maybe take some of my father’s books with me. We have no
driver at the moment and letting her drive all the way there from here is like actively
seeking death so I’m hopeful but not optimistic.
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