Kilonshele everybody. It’s been a while, hope you haven’t missed me. Its seven days since I returned to the UK after my trip, and I am beginning to recover from my holiday blues. I have had a chance to reflect on my trip, and I feel that it as one the best decisions I have made in my life. Toward the end of the trip, I began to think about what I would write about in my final blog. It was gonna be poignant, heart-warming and …………… 1st of November arrived and I did not write a single sentence. I had forgotten that my best writing comes when I don’t plan or think too long about what I want to write. Well now I am in the zone, so here we go………..
I got the inspiration to write this post at Euston underground station on my way home from work at a snail’s pace trying to get on to the escalator. It highlighted the difference a week makes. As people complained about the traffic on the way home in Lagos, people in London complained about the packed underground trains- it’s all relative. Pic below.
The last week of my trip was pretty uneventful; I hung out with Titi most of time and just relaxed. I took my mother and Oba to watch SARO in Lekki on Sunday and I saw my boy Olu who was visiting Nigeria from the Uk with his son. As my journey drew to a close, I realised that it wasn’t long enough. I didn’t execute all the things I had planned for the trip but I had accomplished more than I expected. The trip had given me the belief and renewed focus to work towards making my dreams a reality. I had made new friends, renewed friendships, reconnected with family and accomplished my ultimate goal of feeling at home in Nigeria.
I experienced different enviroments within days or even miles from each other. For example, one day I was having lunch with the Governor of Ogun state and Royalty, the very next morning I was eating at a Buka (local eatery). Eating at Bukas was probably one of my greatest experiences, because it provides people with a relaxed environment to eat good food, relax and mix with people from all walks of life. There is a classless society within a Buka, multi-millionaire or pauper, everyone is welcome to sit and eat at the same table- everyone is equal. The world would be a much better place it was like a buka. The gap between the rich and the poor was one of the most significant things which impacted me. This was epitomised on the day I took public transport from Victoria Island to my hotel in Ikeja. On the island, I saw the rich side of society; big expensive cars, grand houses and yachts as far the eye could see. Within 20 minutes while I was on the bus at Obelende, an old woman came to the entrance of the bus begging for money. She looked frail and un-kept, I gave her =N=100 and the prayers she said for me was priceless.
Despite all the obvious issues with the country, the most meaningful moment of my trip was of the young street hawker who worked so hard for =N=100 (Never Expect Power Always). It epitomised the hope of a better tomorrow which every Nigerian believes.
I have met a lot of special people of the journey, it has been a life changing experience and I am thankful for grabbing the opportunity when it came round.
This will be my last post for a while; I need to concentrate on my 2nd Novel and a number of other projects I am working on. Thank you all for your support and comments, it inspired me to continue to write every day and it has made me a better writer.
Till next time…………………….KKB out