My work tour has come to an
end. I miss home no doubt. I am however a little bit sad leaving good old
England and wish I had more time in Dubai.
I have learned a lot from my
interactions with people over the weeks. I have also earned the art of speaking
out. Saying it as it is. I am not sure
it works all the time though but it has a cleansing effect…lol.
It is going to be tough
living outside Nigeria permanently because as I am typing this, I am thinking of
Banga soup from Niger-Delta Kitchen, Ewa agoyin and ata din din from 805 in
Wuse 2, Iya Oyo’s Amala, Ewedu with Ponmo, fish and Ogufe, Akpuruakpu mbam from
my Mother’s kitchen (I should go spend a weekend with my mum by month end), Nkwobi from that nice Owerri joint near my house. Open
grill roasted catfish and pepper sauce from 2nd Avenue in Gwarinpa.
I miss my house, my bed, the
heat, the lack of electricity and the dusty air. I’ll probably grab a bowl of
bitterleaf soup from Niger-Delta Kitchen with Eba and a book to join the
longest fuel queue I can find as soon as I get home. I hear it’s the new chill.
I miss my office, my colleagues, the banter, the smiles, the frowns and the claps of accomplishment.
I miss Uju, myfriends...family (That's what they are).
Home is wherethe heart is...I can stretch out naked, sit on the rug in full nudity, eat Eba with my hands while watching comedy on my laptop.
I am heading home😊
I miss my office, my colleagues, the banter, the smiles, the frowns and the claps of accomplishment.
I miss Uju, my
Home is where
I am heading home😊
