Let's Take A Long Walk

I’ve walked around the block solo in many cities. 

Many metropolis cities. As I walk I muse, admire the scenery, talk to myself, admire the people that live in that city, sometimes wish I were them. I get lost, ask for directions, most times stop for a ‘cool off drink’ to try and work through my thoughts with some alcohol, nothing gets you more in touch with your feelings better than a shot of something strong. It's slowly becoming one of the best parts of traveling - the opportunity to meander through a city block, feel through their energy and connect with the people.

However, walking in the streets of Ada George, Port Harcourt while trying to find a "keke napep" that would take me to the end of the block to have dinner in a cheesy fast food joint, before I take another "keke napep" home, that, that alone, stuck in my craw. It was simply said…not a good look.

It hurt my soul, a lot. I can take walking in New York, walking in San Fran or Seattle and feeling swallowed by these metropolitan cities (all these white people walking around, tew much), I can take Paris, and feeling overwhelmed by the language barrier, I can even take walking in The Hague and really being stared at as the only black person for miles. But I cannot take Ada George or any road in Port Harcourt or non-metropolitan city in Nigeria. I just can’t.

Don’t know why God does this to me. Is it a sin to be addicted or dare I say more comfortable in metropolitan cities? I don’t sleep with people’s husbands, I don’t snatch people’s boyfriends, I also do not post pictures of my shoes and bags or any worldly possession on Instagram to tell people how much I’ve “made it”. I actually hate folks who do that last part. I love and serve the Lord and try to do my best to remain in touch with my spiritual side and share love and light the best way I can. 

Is it too much to ask that I don’t get that one job that has me living in a village? Walking on streets like Ada George and entering taxis that run worse than the car I left in Lagos, just so I won’t have to stand or walk on streets like Ada George. There’s a lesson in here somewhere but I am choosing to ignore it and insist on what I want -