In the 1990s I lived in Lagos for a year. We had moved there from Warri (in the Niger Delta) where we lived on a company camp and the big treat in Lagos was that we had our own house. It is true that we also had a 3 meter wall around the (huge) compound and a security force that amounted to a private army to keep us safe but we had our own home and garden separate from other expats on the beautiful Inner Crescent.
|12 Inner Crescent, Lagos, one of the most beautiful homes I have ever lived in|
|Echoes of Malaysia's colonial heritage can be seen peeking out here and there|
|Some are rather more cared for than others|
|The house was a throw-back to a former era|
|The garden and building of this restaurant in Ipoh|
are so reminiscent of my former home
The night before he left we took my father to STG (Sabah Tea Garden) a restaurant here in Ipoh that is set in a renovated Colonial building. From the driveway to the building it was so similar to our old home that it made our hearts ache. Expat life is a litany of goodbyes, of changes and it is rare that we are able to return to a place we have been happy. I doubt I will ever return to Nigeria and even if I did I would not be able to live in that house or even see it as it was - my Father saw it on a trip to Nigeria in 2006 and said it was roofless and falling to pieces. Living in Malaysia has allowed me to pass on some tangible form of that memory to our children and that is something I treasure very deeply.
|I could move in tomorrow!|
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