I
haven’t been back in Nigeria for any length of time that can be thought
of as long, or at least I do not think of 79 days as long, especially
when I’ve got 365 more to go. Best believe that I will be hopping on the
Masters train out of here. In Nigeria, there is suffering, so much
suffering, can you imagine that my father set me a curfew the other day?
He declared, “You must be home by 9pm every night from now on because it’s so unsafe.”
I very nearly died. My body only becomes active at 9pm. Even after an
8am – 8pm day, if you call me at 9pm and tell me where the party is at,
I’ll be there. So at the end of the year, I shall spirit myself away to
enjoy at least one more year of unchaperoned jollification.
