What's up with the work... none getting done... ideas evolving of a
local narrative since I sense the enormity of London my birth place and the
cycle of my life Wow it’s been long one and still going on. Look how old
things look in this pic with my father and baby brother, I don’t look happy,
and perhaps I’m already aware of the pending disastrous future ahead.
I feel a correlation with living in close proximity to Peckham or little
Lagos as I like to call it and the fact that my father came here when so few
African immigrants populated the London streets. If he were to
return?! How would things appear to him now? He would surely reflect on his experience as parent of a mixed family
and compare it now as Londoners are a mixture of cultures with families of many
origins and he would fell at home with the amount of Nigerians in Peckham ..
wow home from home ?? maybe... these are the lines I’m thinking along..
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