Like today’s title suggest this is essentially about why I’ve been AWOL for three months. Of course it’s also much more than that, as I’ll share some of my experiences during the hiatus and how it came about. To start with, I didn’t plan to not write on the blog it just happened. Still not convinced? Well I got involved with a project that had great benefits, but several side effects that included a very long daily commute, closing hours that were off the charts, a steep learning curve and major adjustments.
The worst part was that for about six weeks I didn’t read a single word, well apart from work related documents, other things related to that and of course the news. My musings once more found expression only in thought, which everyone that writes truly knows has no semblance to the real thing. Quick jottings on my phone memo to capture topics, observations and more that piqued my interest were the closest I got to in those fallow weeks.
Another fallout was also the inability to login to this blog. A change of password was necessary because I couldn’t for the life of me remember, although I tried really hard! Retrieving it using the forgotten password route also didn’t yield any results. Once again my knight in tech suit (Sam Obe) re-set and voila! A while back I learned the hard way not to let the system recall my password when I couldn’t login anywhere else but on my personal computer, this time my gravest mistake was not writing it down.
Thanks to Sam I’m up and running once again. Lest I forget a big shout out to Idolor Olukayode who called to find out if I was alright when expressions was static, it was really heartwarming what you did. Kisses and hugs to all those that wondered the same thing but didn’t know how to get an answer. Another time, a comment or email will do just the trick as well.
The project location was in Lekki (the land of lakes, rivers and gushing streams a.k.a as roads, except when it rains) and since I currently reside on the mainland THE COMMUTE began. I had done a version two years ago, but that episode could in NO way be compared to what I faced. In 2012 escaping the brunt of the traffic and not going daily made it seem like a vacation in retrospect. Ninety days in all sorts of weather, early morning and evening rush hour toughened me up and re-introduced me to the vagaries of public transportation.
The wisdom on why some that work on the island leave later to avoid go-slow became more glaring. The paradox of how sometimes it also didn’t apply other times was also not revealed. Some routes could be free sometimes and the next few minutes deadlocked. The third mainland bridge could be easy or brutal no matter what end or time involved. Yes, apparently there’s no rhythm or rhyme to the madness of Lagos traffic and road rage.
There were times I managed to leave Lekki, Ozumba and the entire length of the 3rd behind in thirty minutes or less and innocently looking forward to being home in record time. These were just pipe dreams because we became snarled in the messy coils of the monster stretching from Adekunle all the way to Sabo. The next two or even three hours could be spent crawling in a bid to get home.
Now I’m not as naÃ?Â¯ve and have become a more rounded city dweller as a result of these experiences. I’m happy to be back and want you to get ready to relive some of my wild adventures as I share them here! Show me the love by leaving your comments below. Did you miss me?