Ahh! So here I am sitting in front of blogger after so many months of utter silence. Yes, I know, it's been forever since I published my last post. So many things have happened...the ongoing Euro crisis in Europe, the division of Sudan into North Sudan and South Sudan, ''Occupy Nigeria'' during the fuel subsidy crisis (which amounted to absolutely nothing for the average Nigerian man in the end), Boko (freaking!) Haram in Nigeria and other woes around the world. One can only try to ignore the bad news and try to find good in every corner...if not you get a hypertension from just thinking about it.
So, despite the hype generated around fear, I have decided to continue to do good in my own corner and invest in the future of Nigeria...my children and other children...who need a different and more structured and patriotic path to follow. If we cannot train our kids to do different from what we see, we have no hope...
Back to the topic....so I have returned back to Nigeria after a 2-year fantasy-like posting in France. It was fantastic. I almost did not want to return back but that was a crazy thought that lasted for a minute....okay okay....maybe a day...or two. I started enjoying my time there just when it was about to end....irony of life. Despite that temporary feeling, I was happy to come back home.
And I knew I was arriving the Portharcourt airport when I saw all the beautiful greenery including elephant grass surrounding the airport. Then coming down the flight of steps from the airplane directly to earth (no confined elevated airplane pathways here, you walk your way in rain or sunshine to the arrival terminal....yes sir ree!). It did not help that it was drizzling though but it was a welcome feeling after being in the plane for hours. Then the battle for luggages and custom clearing which took another 2 hours and then we were on our way.
Driving past suya vendors, amidst loud honking horns and screams of different curse words from drivers "Waka shege banga! " "your mama! " " Idiot" "Anu Ofia" and all kinds of expletives were just music to my ears."..well you know, some sort of musical sound anyway...music that meant I was back to Portharcourt.
It was great. Now we are fully settled in, the kids are in school and hubby has started work...and I....well I am coming back to me. A lot has happened and is happening. I will let you in on the details in upcoming posts. For now, I bid you farewell until the next post. Let me know ow you felt at any homecoming you have made in the recent past. Home is home, no matter what...east, west, north, south....no place like home.
I am home...
