It’s a big, scary world out there, and sometimes I want to run home with my tail tucked between my legs, back to the comfort of being a Nigerian young adult housed, fed, and supported entirely by long-suffering older family members
I miss Abuja but it doesn’t seem like I’ll be able to go back, at least not until the end of the year at any rate. Until then, I have to find a way to make DC my home. If you know anyone who’s hiring, I’m available. Seriously.