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      <title>1. Eastwards</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;As I stand, satchel slung across my shoulder waiting for the call to board the KLM flight from Schipol to Lagos, I think back wistfully to &lt;a href=&#34;https://archive.rustgeek.me/2009/04/back-and-thoughts-on-people-and-airport-lounges/&#34;&gt;a similar scene&lt;/a&gt; just over three years ago, when I stood within the Departures Lounge at the Murtala Mohammed Airport making the transit in the opposite direction. Then, as with now, it was a wedding - that of Sister #1 - that had lured me across the miles, outside the &lt;em&gt;safety&lt;/em&gt; of what had been a year of near total insulation, back to Nigeria. In truth, the time and the distance have been mere blips on the timeline of life, but so total has the &lt;em&gt;lostness&lt;/em&gt; been that it almost feels like I need to be reacquainted with everything all over again.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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