It is always fun to travel. My earliest memory of traveling is staring out at the trees speeding past on either side of the endless stretch of road, and then drifting in and out of sleep in the backseat of my dad’s Peugeot 504. This year, I’ve been blessed to travel often, both locally and abroad, and even now, the steady hum of the engine, plane or car, still sends me to sleep.
Honestly, I’m surprised by this statistic. Our reading culture in Nigeria ends after Comprehension in English Language and the compulsory Secondary School Literature books, or effectively after we “pass exam”. Afterwards, its Facebook Feed, Twitter Timeline or just the monthly pay-slip.