Two years in Nigeria – a long, long way from home.

When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?

When did I feel grown up?

Iโ€™ll need to have a think.

It comes with independence

And living on your own.


You could say as a student

I started to grow up.

I lived away but shamed to say

Would still take washing home.


Iโ€™d come home to play football

So often back weekends

But kind of living on my own

And learning from mistakes.


But when I finished college

At the age of twenty one

I volunteered, two years abroad

A proper break from home.


Two years in Nigeria

A long, long way from home.

This was in the seventies

So only letters home.


Back then you couldnโ€™t FaceTime

E Mail hadnโ€™t come

Phone calls cost a fortune

So much that I made none.


So thatโ€™s real independence

And you are on your own

Two of us shared a government house

In Kano, far from home.


The house came with a steward

Which kind of blew our minds.

We werenโ€™t used to servants

But to sack him too unkind.


Ali was the greatest

Heโ€™d cook and help us shop

But we were his employers

And so I guess grown ups.


It was such a different culture

Colourful extreme

It felt at first like a film set

That none of it was real.


We learnt to live a different life

We learnt how to adapt.

Kano was a special place

It helped me to grow up.


We rode around on motor bikes

The first Iโ€™d ever owned

To own a driving license

Is a fairly adult thing.


Our jobs were quite responsible

For kids right out of college

Filling in for Nigerians

All off to take degrees.


I got more from Africa

Then it ever did from me.

A brilliant place for growing up

The best time of our lives.