Home Coming……..part 2

The unbearable heat of Rome, welcomed me on to the tarmac of the airport run way yesterday, offering portends of what was to be a very tiring day. My journey to the London Heathrow Airport was smooth and interesting thanks to the Ghanian driver who regaled me with the recent developments of his nation and reminisces of how J J Rawlings was a hero. Not far from my mind was the transience of life and how in a second we could all be gone, of course I was thinking about my twin and looking forward to playing a role she could no longer play.

Rome was productive, I had wanted to go into the city to tour, but with 3 hours waiting time for my connecting flight, I decided against it. I was able to purchase some access to the internet, settled down and did some work.

The arrival in Lagos was also met with a blast of hot air and frustrations, that of having to wait for my luggage and to trying to establish where the driver was parked, the saving grace was as I came out of the arrival lounge my mother was already waiting to welcome me.

I am back in my brother-in-law's home, what used to be a home he shared with my twin, it is not the same for she is absent, but her memory lives on through her children and the elegance she brought to decorating her home. All over the home remains pictures of my twin and I together with many pictures of her family. You could not visit her home without knowing that she was/is a twin, this is down to the generous spirit of my brother-in-law. I have always felt at home here!

Now attention must move to issues that brought me to Lagos, supporting my brother-in-law and attending his mother funeral, miles away from Lagos.