Ode to Lagos

Wrote this heartfelt news (love) letter (as you can see from the date) in January 2018. 

Right at the start of my 2nd missionary journey to PH which started off even worse than the first. I sat in my dark apartment and fiddled on my laptop, sorely missing the routine of my life back in Lagos. Browsing through my old files to make space, came across this little gem and thought how poignant it is for this Quarantine lockdown life. The thirst and disruption to our routines, to our lifestyles is always a blow to our systems. Inasmuch as we all ache to be children of spontaneity, we often fall into a routine that suits us and our lifestyles (lavish or otherwise) and anything that forces us into an unfamiliar confined space is always unwelcome and a tad uncomfortable. I guess we are not as flexible as we thought. Sad part about it is, as I returned to Lagos my routine slowly morphed into something else, some part of it stayed the same (Church and Grocers on Saturday mornings) but the rest, sort of adjusted as part of a compromise of where I saw myself, who I was growing into, what my budget required. Something tells me that our lives will have to do the same post-Covid19. Hopefully it's for the better and not the worse. 

Some parts of us, how we live, are simply not negotiable, I'm afraid.