The World As it Spins

And it was an idle day Sunday. I had just returned from church, and had subsequently attacked a large bowl of rice.  Full of life, I lifted up my voice to heaven saying "Father, thank you for the rice. I am grateful. You know, you know whats good for me. My heart is weary and I am tired of school. Reveal now unto me the maiden which you have destined as the better half of me as my inheritance that I may go and lay my claims. School is such a drag, the earth is fertile, the land is green and the rains have come. Farming appeals to me more. I and the maiden which you shall give unto me shall till the earth and live upon the abundance thereof. We shall multiply and fill the earth, for out of my loins shall emerge seven sons and seven daughters, and my daughters shall be the fairest in the land. My sons shall be great warriors and shall be of great might after their father.  Reveal, unto me the maiden for my hut is built and my compound is ready. The fast paced life of modernism h...

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Chinwe. Whose name but hers could make it habit to keep running through my mind? Here am I at Heathrow awaiting my flight to Lagos.  It is a rainy Thursday morning and our flight had been delayed due to bad weather. The weather had something somber about it, something that evoked emotions.  I am seated, engrossed, watching people as they come and go. Hugs, happy welcome hugs, as well as teary parting hugs were in abundance, a smile crawls across my face as I think of my fair share of hugs awaiting me in Lagos. London the culturally diverse city had been my home during my student days, the sadness that came with leaving this vibrant city is nearly balanced by the joy of home coming. Still, there is weightiness in my heart. A few feet from me are some bulky Nigerian men chatting loudly in Yoruba; they had most likely come shopping judging by the luggage they came with. Across the hall there’s this Hajiya trying to calm her hyper active son. I hear her promise to flog him,...