Post by Chidi Duru (@C33)

Second trip? I was summoned to fill in for someone on leave.
A temporary one-month gig, nothing fancy. It went down like a treat.
The third time? That was a different ball game.
My repositioning letter was crystal clear: this wasn’t a visit. But a sentence.
It was a permanent relocation.
No take-backs.
I was leaving the cozy flat I shared with my best friend, Dubre Bosse, who for the life of me has been unable to explain how someone from Ikot Abasi came to bear ‘Bosse’ as their last name.

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