Category: Tales of an Immigrant
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Memories of Christmas
If like me you had a typical Nigerian childhood, Christmas didn’t feature Santa. Maybe his distant cousin, Father Christmas, with that questionable outfit that scared children rather than endeared him to them. My Christmas memories were family visiting from far and near, sometimes over 20 of us packed in our…
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Sleep, dear sleep!
I love this throwback photo of myself on the bus. It reminds me of what now seems like the distant past, days when we could use public transportation without wearing masks. Speaking of public transportation, let me tell you about the time I missed my train stop and ended up…
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Work Chronicles
My colleagues take their lunch break between noon and 1pm each day. I prefer to eat after 1pm, primarily because I’m not hungry by noon, but also because I enjoy the solitude of the office kitchen when everyone is through with their lunch and I don’t have to deal with…
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