Summer’s here, the flies are back, the dust is back, light bills are high (due to ACs), everywhere just seems polluted too, sometimes I feel like I might faint if I take one more breath. In a matter of days, there will be no more grapes or guavas, I feel terrible about this.
My time in India is drawing to a close, I feel sad about that, I want to go home but I don’t want to leave here. I’m scared of the future, I don’t know what it holds. Every now and then I feel alone, I think its all part of the “going-back-to-Nigeria” package.
I keep thinking about friends I’ll never see again, friends I may never get a chance to hug again and it breaks my heart. I’ve met so many wonderful people here and I don’t know what life would be without them close by. I’m scared.
Why do good things have to end? So that better ones can sprout- this is my consolation. I have Jesus, He’s my everything, He’s never failed me and I don’t think He will anytime soon He’s always been a great companion, but I guess its only human to be a little bit insecure.
My beautiful family is waiting for me, I can’t wait to give my dad that hug, I can’t wait to listen to those stories of the Biafran war my Grandpa has always told me and maybe someday turn it into a movie. I can’t wait for my 5 year old sister to sing the Dora the Explorer theme song and listen to how everything she sings makes absolutely no sense, I can’t wait to eat my mum’s Afang soup,but then, again I ask myself why do I feel sad if this is what awaits my return to Nigeria?
Ah, the life a young woman living abroad, sorry I meant, overseas.
Anyhoo, for the very few of you who’ve almost always been here for me, I’m truly grateful. This is to better times ahead.