Sometimes Goodbyes Are Forever
I recently went home for a break, to spend time with my family and to rest from the hassle of COMUI (College of Medicine, University of Ibadan) and the decrepit living conditions of ABH (Alexander Brown Hall, University College Hospital Ibadan). The journey home was much like many I had taken before. There were complaints about the cost of transport, hours spent in a cramped seat as the driver sped over bumpy roads, and passengers yelling at him to slow down. You know, the usual. Entering the city I lived in did not feel the same, though. A lot had changed. It felt like I had been away for much longer than I actually had. New roads, an overhead bridge, new estates, restaurants and other businesses were springing up here and there. When I got to my street, the sense of familiarity returned. It was just as I remembered. I looked around at the faded roofs, unpaved roads and unfinished houses, and it brought the feeling of home. It also brought back the bitter memory of a young neighb...