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14. Aging, Again
Aging seems to be a theme on my mind, if two posts on consecutive days can be called a theme. On this occasion, an invitation to a friend’s 50th birthday bash in a city I used to live in is the trigger. Like all Nigerian parties there is a dress code, the start will inevitably… Continue reading
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13. Half way there…
Source The spectre of being a mere ninety days away from turning forty-seven is chilling, primarily in the sense of causing me to pause, and wonder where all the time went. It seems like it was only yesterday when I was a young, bright chap starting my first day of proper work. If the Office… Continue reading
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12. St Catherine’s…
Passing through Feltham again, I paused to take a picture of an interesting building: a church spire somehow attached to what looked like office buildings. With the benefit of time on the train, I got a-googling and discovered it’s what is left of St Catherine’s which was closed in 1974, converted into offices in 1981… Continue reading
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11. Re: Upon This Rock
This week Pádraig Ó Tuama poses the question: “What is a rock I’ve got a memory with?” in his newsletter. For whatever reason, the first place the question took me was Nigeria, specifically the northern bits of the small state I trace my origins to. Some of my earliest memories of growing up are of… Continue reading
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10. On Mentorship (and Representation)
Once in a while, my friend K and I get into terse conversations, usually something related to politics. In spite of our very similar backgrounds, he is as right-leaning as I am left-leaning. He is by all accounts a very successful Black Engineer, often making it on to lists of the most infuential UK Engineers… Continue reading
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9. Out and about
After nearly three years of making notional plans to meet up as a group, it finally happened; my two and J’s two spending the whole day at the Legoland close by. Of course, there was tardiness involved, the five year old deciding at the last minute that her regular breakfast of cereal wasn’t going to… Continue reading
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8. Re: Running Behind
Photo by Andy Beales on Unsplash — In her Granta essay, Running Behind, author Stephanie Wambugu reflects on her relationship with (a lack of) punctuality. Weddings and church services are specifically noted in the piece – no surprise to anyone who grew up in an African context. As someone who is fiercely protective of their… Continue reading
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7. Re: Re: Who Knows That You Blog
The question, “Who knows that you blog”?, posed most recently on the Forking Mad+ blog and responded to by others, popped up several times on my micro.blog and a few other places, prompting me to reflect on it. Writing online as I have since 2007, my interest in publicising my blog has waxed and waned… Continue reading
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6.Pula
It seems like a trick of time: I have hardly blinked, but yet my few weeks of traipsing around Pula in spring are all of eight years ago. What I remember of it is the slow leisurely pace of life with visits to the usual tourist spots and then going off exploring by ourselves on… Continue reading
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5. Small chops
The train home for me passes through Feltham, home to perhaps one of the more visible Nigerian food spots in Surrey. Today on a whim, I opted for a pit stop, aiming to satisfy my cravings for some hot spicy food. Tucking in when I finally made it home, I felt transported to one of… Continue reading
