day 8 in nigeria - elastic ties
i had intended to write about family today - how amazing it is to be close to people i so rarely get to see and seldom interact with when i'm not here, and that wonder of how, with certain family members, there will always be that connection, no matter how long or far apart you are. but… it's 10.20pm, and my mum and aunt aren't back from town yet. and you're probably thinking, well, hell, they're not children, and and 10.20 at night isn't exactly late. but that's in london time. or maybe even in nigeria time, if you are from round here, and so are familiar with the place (i guess just as this time of night in south london feels fine to me, while i know many people not from there who are terrified at the mere thought of being out on our mean streets after sundown - all those hooded youths, with their patois…). but the thing is, as much is this may feel like home in some ways, i'm not from round here - i don't know the area that well, i don'...