Embracing the Unknown

  The next morning was crisp, anticipation hummed in the air, my mum would be dropping me off at the airport, and we would be accompanied by my sister, her daughter and my aunt. The sun was just beginning to paint the sky with delicate shades of pink and orange and our immediate mission was to beat the traffic on the road and get to the airport on time.  We arrived in record time, and I came down immediately from the car as I felt I was running late, I didn’t have time to even say goodbye to the folks who escorted me to the airport, I didn’t get a chance to hug them goodbye, little did I know that was going to be the last time I would see my mum.  As I stood in line at the Nigerian immigration checkpoint, I clutched her passport and boarding pass tightly, my eyes scanning the vibrant surroundings of the airport. The murmur of travellers filled the air as I waited my turn. Passing through Nigerian immigration wasn't just a routine; it was a reminder of where I came from an...

In our new age world, brimming with opportunities and adventures. I slowly, but eventually came to the conclusion that my life was like a square. I was in a way, living by the rules made by the society I found myself in.  In Nigeria, just like in most societies to a certain degree, the daily life of a white collar, blue collar, pink collar or any colour collar jobs to be honest, revolved around mostly a predictable daily life routine.  As the sun cast long shadows on the pavement as I walked out of the office building for the last time, walking the street of Adeola Odeku, one of the famous streets in Victoria Island or like we fondly call it V.I, a city once habited by the British during the colonial era in Nigeria.  I barely had any belongings from the office, so no card boxes were necessary to pack my things. Except for my headphones, which for some reason seemed to match the heaviness in my heart.  I had just lost my job, and with it, a sense of stability and purp...