Yemi Elegunde's Reading Interests

Who would want to read my story? Only time will tell.

This book is the result of nearly 6 years of me writing down my

memories of events that had played on my mind for close to 30 years.

Writing and completing this story was very therapeutic for me.

Although I kept a diary in some of the very early years described in

this book, most of what I have written is actually from my clearly vivid

memory.

Once in a while I would sit with friends, colleagues and even strangers

and the topic of me and my sister having being smuggled away to Nigeria

while we were kids would crop up, I would have to elaborate on this topic

a little more and my audience would always be intrigued. Time after time

the same opinion would come up from them. “You should write about

this” they would say and I would say yeah maybe one day.

Sooner or later I began to realise that I did in fact hold a lot of memory

and thoughts about those years we had spent in Nigeria, so that by the

time I had heard Jo Larsen, the wife of a colleague tell me once again to

write about this subject, I realised that perhaps I should take the advice

more serious. So In June 2005 I began to type, re-type, delete then start all

over again, slowly but surely the pages just kept coming.

A lot of people have helped me along the way, some just by telling me

to write about my experiences and by telling me how much they would

love to read my story. Others kindly read my manuscripts, some, more

than once. Some really pushed me to keep feeding them with more pages;

collectively they pushed me all the way to the end of this book.