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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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      <title>About Town: Journeying to the Middle of Nowhere</title>
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&lt;p&gt;I get the call late – sometime between 5.00 and 5.30pm on Monday evening -  as I drag my bone weary self homeward, plowing a lone furrow down Guild and up Union through the masses of people heading home in the opposite direction.  A sudden change of plans on &lt;em&gt;The Project&lt;/em&gt; has thrown the curveball that is being the designated short term relief in my direction, and being the young, unmarried bloke on the team I get first dibs at the possibility of catching a 9.30 am flight the next morning. With the prospect of performance reviews due in a mere two weeks, I&amp;rsquo;m not exactly keen to refuse an opportunity to demonstrate my ability to &lt;em&gt;&amp;lsquo;handle changing priorities&amp;rsquo;&lt;/em&gt;, so I shrug inwardly, accept my lot and grumble all the way home.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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