Well, I have become indifferent to the traffic, having to sleep through the heat and sweat of a power cut and waking up to have a shower to find that the taps are producing no water. I no longer think back to London when these things happen. They are now trivial issues to me – a sign that I am getting used to Nigeria. But what I miss the most about the UK is conversation. This is the one thing that’s holding me back from loving this return to my country.
I miss my geeky friends. I miss talking about David Attenborough’s latest documentary. I miss analysing evolution and intelligent design. I miss speculating whether or not the Large Hadron Collider would find anything remarkable (well, it has but you get the drift). I miss listening intently to my apologetics course mates’ debates. I miss comparing West African and South American cultures with my Brazilian and Colombian friends. I miss talking about British Imperialism and how the artefacts in the Things-Stolen-From-Other-People Museum (a.k.a British Museum) need to be returned. I miss talking about that new Singaporean restaurant on Warren Street and debating which is better: Ippudo or Kanada-Ya. I miss deliberating the difference between ramen and pho.
David Bowie died and no one here knew who he was. The Lumineers released their second album after a long wait and I had to keep it to myself. A new fossil of a marine reptile was discovered and not one person cares. Banksy has just drawn something and I can talk to no one about it.
I find myself limited in conversation. I can’t talk about the things I am interested in, and when I do try, I get blank stares. The things that interest Nigerians in conversation – the government, football and fashion – are yet to strike a chord with me. Even on this blog, I find myself holding back so I don’t completely alienate people. And I want to talk so much!