Tuesday, 28 February 2012
When I finally got over the initial shock that the streets were not paved in gold, my eyes started to pick up why I was truly in the developed world. The airport was fully air conditioned, the toilets were spotless and working. Nobody was charging me for toilet paper. Later I was confounded at how well connected the airport was to different modes of public transport . If our leaders frequent this airport why not do the same back home? That was the question ringing in my head .
Monday, 27 February 2012
My second notable surprise when i got to the UK was at the airport. I was detained being my first time.I guess i must have looked out of place. Throughout the questioning, they were very polite and kept asking me if i needed,cake, food or a lawyer. Nobody in any form of authority had been that nice to me before.It dawned on me,I was in a very different country.
Everywhere around me,people had reasons to distrust each other or differentiate each other. In Nigeria, the group you belong to will eventually determine where you end up irrespective of ability,aptitude or talent. This is a primary reason many african nations have not quite achieved their potential.
Sunday, 26 February 2012
I grew up inside a university campus (university of Ibadan) and so grew up with every major tribe in Nigeria. I even had a Fulani friend Usman who tried to teach me Fulfude as I taught him Yoruba . We found a way to communicate and had a great time playing with his fathers Cows. The kids had a great time. It was only the adults that distrusted each other.
Saturday, 25 February 2012
My thoughts about my people was centred on my struggles in the land of my birth. I remembered growing up in the west of Nigeria, with a hausa grandmother. it was not always easy to laugh at some of the tribal jokes. I remembered being told sternly never to marry an Ibo person and an Ibadan,Ijebu or Ogbomoso etc.. it was very confusing to see the hatred among a people that shared a nation.
"When I arrived on the shores of United Kingdom. I was very shocked to see pot-holes, dirt and a few rough places. It dawned on me immediately, they are not so perfect after all. It filled me with lots of questions about my own people..."
This is the beginning of my series from a book titled My best gift to my beloved Africa. Thisdetailsmy journey from Africato Europe, the shocks, the lessons, the heartaches and the triumphs. it will bless you.