After lots of lobbying, my Oga finally allowed me to take the Friday off to go see my parents in Onitsha, East Nigeria. He had initially tried to get me take a half day on Friday, work the morning and then get a flight by midday. They were all in shock horror as I suggested that I wanted to use an ABC Luxury Bus to travel to Onitsha instead.”It is not done”, they said. “You have to fly”. Taking a bus was supposedly beneath me, a man of my new standing. Snobbish people. Flying would require a trip to Ikeja airport, waiting for a plane which is often delayed or cancelled, a flight to Enugu, then another one and half hour road trip either directly from the airport for which the airport taxi will rub his hands in glee at the extortionate fare he would charge me to travel to Onitsha or from the airport taking a taxi to the Enugu car park to take another 1 ½ trip to Onitsha. At least with the bus, I get on the bus in Lagos and got off at Onitsha where I am met by my parents to take me home. Simple. The bus won.
I’m now having a nice relaxing weekend in Onitsha with my parents and with the time to take a step away from my 7 to 7 high pressured job that gives me no time to think. I love it but I won’t do it forever. We went out Saturday morning to greet an uncle and had a visit from another guy (a Justice, but about my age, try that in the UK!). He had come back from the US in 2001 so knew where I was coming from. It was very nice having a relaxing Saturday morning jist, away from the pressures of work. My mum has since taken me round town, to see the new Stock Exchange building put in place by Soludo/Gov Peter Obi and the Anglican Cathedral complex. It’s great being back at home with my parents. It’s great being pampered. It’s one more reason why I had made my mind to come home. The happiness on their faces can’t be bought with money.
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