This is the little sign that Jolaade drew to welcome me. Pity I couldn’t recognize it in a crowd of waiting folks at the hot airport arrival point.

Hanging around her and my other young nephews for just a few hours and having to endure their noise and chaos, I’m worried that this blog might soon evolve into a family blog, or at best daily detail of kid complaints. Now I know what our parents endured. Sigh. This is what home is all about, isn’t it?

Photos by Chris Ogunlowo.