Trips
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Of Reunion, Games, Laughter, and a Bowl of Chuffnuts
Happy New Year…! It’s 2026, and I am not about to get into some numerology conspiracies about the significance of this year. However, I know for a fact that no new plans will be made for this year, in this year. All desired outcomes for ’26 were set in the last quarter of ’25. So, 2026 is the year of action. So, I have been on a holiday against my will. The Mrs co-opted me into going on a trip across…
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The Ouaga Saga: Of Adamawa Memories, A Leaking Hell, Airport Detention And A One Night Spam
So I got detained at the international airport in Ouagadougou, Burkina Faso. I’ll tell you about it. I lived in the northern part of Nigeria for a few years. Mubi in Adamawa state precisely. I had some of my life’s best memories there. The friends that have now turned family, the Hausa and Fulfulde that I pretend to speak and understand, and the many nights of travel between Mubi and other neighbouring states (Maiduguri, Bauchi, Gombe). I still get flashbacks…
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Kapuula…! May it rain.
Kapuula…! May it rain. This is how greetings are done here. May it rain is a prayer, and a greeting too. The people of Botswana, like the rest of Africa, believe the rains are a blessing. When it rains, the farmers, who are the primary producers of food, are happy… So when you wish someone Kapuula, you are literally saying, “may you not go hungry”. So I went to pick my COVID test result today. As I exited the test…