Eko Ile

I was privileged to spend a week in Lagos Nigeria interacting with health care workers and having dialogues and training sessions on Ebola. It was eye opening. I was impressed by the knowledge base and the human capital. I am not a Lagosian, I am a real omo UI / omo owo. However, the constant dialogue, warmth and kindness made this wandering prodigal homesick. For the first time in my life, I felt the lyrics of Fela Anikulapo Kuti’s song Eko Ile. Clearly the cord that links me to the land still tugs at me. And before I could immerse myself too deeply into the past, I was on a flight back to the diaspora.

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