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Going H.U.N.G.A.R.Y: Of Bread, Notes and Paths Taken by Remi Raji-Oyelade

August 11, 2017

H Still, one of the joys of travelling is to come away with a pleasant mixture of learning and entertainment, a state of mind rarely attained when you are static, inert or supine to the history, literature and science of other peoples beyond your familiar region. My first ever journey to Hungary was primarily to concretise a technical collaboration in a unique research frontier that collapses the artificial borders of…

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There Was A Stone: Entebbe, Lake Victoria and Kampala by Tade Ipadeola

July 28, 2017

The flight from Lagos stopped over at Kigali, Rwanda, and from there we flew onward to Entebbe, Uganda where we arrived on the anniversary of the Israeli Defense Force raid on Entebbe. Benjamin Netanyahu, the Israeli Head of State who lost a brother, Yonatan ‘Yoni’ Netanyahu, in that raid was marking the anniversary of the raid and making heavy weather of it. So, from the beginning, this visit to Uganda…

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Of Love, Farts and a Pastoral Institute by Debbie Iorliam

July 21, 2017

It was with excitement that I threw some clothes into my backpack and headed for the road on a rickety bus. Even so vehicles in this part of the world are never in perfect condition. The harsh morning sun, mingled with sweaty smelling bodies, incessant and high pitched conversations sprinkled with farts that smelled like rotten eggs was an indicator that the journey would be a long one. Waved down…

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Where to? by Jumoke Verissimo

July 14, 2017

Of dreams on wings… My toddler daughter loves butterflies. She says aeroplanes are iron butterflies and I do not fault the logic. I think of it at the airport as I wait for my flight to be announced; is the butterfly’s transformation a metaphor for the aeroplane advancing dreams from one state to another? I’m waiting for a metamorphosis into the one who writes a dream, and so I let…

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Night Crawling in Douala by Dami Ajayi

June 30, 2017

You love to contemplate a new city at night, even better if you see it from the sky, a kaleidoscopic view of dotted lights and distances. Every encounter of a new city is both a unique and a comparison of previous experiences. Douala from the sky looks like a coastal city. The aircraft pierces the clouds, you look down and what you see is the ocean, looking tame from the…

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Eating the Moon in the Middle of a Small Town by Tope Salaudeen-Adegoke

June 9, 2017

That restlessness that prompt many travellers to seek out a void is usually an indication of being at ease; and to be really at ease, they become one with a road. Homesickness, in Hans Christian Andersen’s thought, ‘is a feeling that many know and suffer from; I on the other hand feel a pain less known, and its name is out-sickness‘. I was suffering from this out-sickness (though the previous…

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Hello Stranger by Kemi Falodun

May 26, 2017

On this raging hot Friday afternoon, I am in a rickety bus traveling along the Ile-Ife – Ibadan express way. By express, one would expect the journey to be quick and smooth. But no. It looks like a scene from Mad Max: Fury Road. The road is a combination of long stretches, and series of bends, thereby occasionally causing an angry driver to slow down as the road now reveals…

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Dearest, from Chile by Uzo Dibia

April 28, 2017

Sweetheart, I am still in Santiago. I have travelled round this beautiful country called Chile in the hope of discovering, or should I say, rediscovering the secret of my forgotten passion – poetry. I came in search of that well of inspiration, to drink from it, and hope that somehow it would nourish me and make me set pen to paper once more. In that respect I have failed. I…

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Wandering Around Atatürk by Niran Okewole

April 21, 2017

Dawn in Istanbul. The skyline, save for a few domes and minarets, could have been that of any old European city. Going through Immigration, I felt a bit overdressed but was grateful for the warmth of the jacket. During my last trip abroad, I wore a scruffy top and faded pair of jeans. I felt my identity was constantly being questioned. This time I chose to wear a smart grey…

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Going H.U.N.G.A.R.Y: Of Bread, Notes and Paths Taken by Remi Raji-Oyelade

There Was A Stone: Entebbe, Lake Victoria and Kampala by Tade Ipadeola

Of Love, Farts and a Pastoral Institute by Debbie Iorliam

Where to? by Jumoke Verissimo

Night Crawling in Douala by Dami Ajayi

Eating the Moon in the Middle of a Small Town by Tope Salaudeen-Adegoke

Hello Stranger by Kemi Falodun

Dearest, from Chile by Uzo Dibia

Wandering Around Atatürk by Niran Okewole

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