I guess I started this blog to talk about what it’s like to return to a place you never left. Raised in a Nigerian home in London, we were raised calling Nigeria “home”. I never questioned it; it was almost shameful to consider yourself as anything but Nigerian as the UK was not your home.
But as I grew older, I began to realize that Nigeria as I knew it was a second-hand, distorted memory of parents who emigrated in the eighties. Holiday Nigerians, I like to call it. With an entire lifetime in the UK, I also realized that if I ever wanted to discover what it meant to be Nigerian, instead of Nigerian Lite or Beke or “lost” as people gleefully called me, then there was only one way to do it.
I found myself crash landing in the Nigerian Law School, Abuja campus in mid-2014 and that, folks, was the start of an intriguing journey of two years and counting. After being called to the Nigerian Bar, I enlisted in the National Youth Service Corps and am currently serving in Lagos; believe me, it is a whole new kettle of fish.