I learnt three lessons in Abuja.
One, how to climb up and down a hillside.
Two, that having power doesn’t mean one will have the authority to effect change. Like the peak of a hill, a shiny height to aspire to. A journey up this hill of power is sleek with caked mud and compromise. Often, rocks and exposed roots will make you stumble in fear with the sacrifices they’ll demand for passage. But the victorious step to the hilltop exposes a fierce, rocky terrain to navigate.
Three, how to love you.
To be continued..