There was nothing unusual about this new post card except that he reiterated his desire to come back home and give Nigeria another shot. He however sounded quite happy because his mother would be arriving London in two week's time to assist him and his wife with the care of their two kids. The first child, a boy named Joshua is now six years plus and has started going to the local primary school-Deptford Park Primary School; the second daughter would be three years in two months time.
He explained that his mum’s arrival would give him more time to plan his next career move, especially since he is seriously considering relocating back to Nigeria.
Quoting him directly from the post card: “…I am at my tethers end, nothing seemed to be working anymore; I have tried virtually everything including starting my own business, but breakthrough seemed like a mirage. I have got to a point where I feel there’s nothing left for me to try in the United Kingdom; there’s an urgent need for me to make one last career move and my mind tells me it has to be in Nigeria.”
Who is Andrew? And why has he been sending me post cards from London, United Kingdom for the past 8 years, 8 months and 12 days? Andrew is not his real name; it is the name I gave to this young man that I met on my vacation trip to the United Kingdom in February, 2003. I decided to call him Andrew because he told me he was ‘checking out’ of Nigeria for good and never returning back. Strangely, it was fate that brought us together and, I guess, fate is also responsible that we have remained in contact for so long. On that fateful day, the middle-aged woman that was to sit next to me was suddenly upgraded to premium economy for being a regular flyer with the Virgin Airline, and the new passenger that took her place was Andrew. We instantly connected and chatted throughout the six hours flight to Heathrow.
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