Nada.

Not sure what to write about... But feel the need to.

This place feels more and more hostile. All I hear is how bad the country is, politicaly economicaly etc... bandits and gangsters, diseases, con artists, polygamous men and grougar women, nigerian invaders etc...



I wonder, hearing all these stories, why anybody who can leave, still lives here.

I've politely been asked by my father not to consider living here, and yet... this place is so welcoming! Familly, even with little money, is still THE place to find comfort in. Tensions and difference of opinions may arise, but after all, it beats loneliness, I'm sure.

And yet could I ever allow myself to live far from England? The place of birth of the woman I am? The poet!!?

I wonder how people resolve their love and hate relation with the land, wonder how I would? if life took me back here for good.

This entry is just food for my thoughts.