March 10

I spent a great deal time of contemplating whether I should join an agnostic meeting in my neighbourhood or not. Finally, I succumbed to the desires of my mind and attended the meeting.

Being a newcomer can be weird sometimes. You see a lot of faces staring at you inquisitively. You see a lot of people talking to each other and looking at your direction as if you are going to figure out what they are saying about you by merely looking back at them.

I felt lonely in the meeting until i met someone that didn't look like a Nigerian. He was a Cameroonian.

"Hey," I greeted the Cameroonian lad I had already concluded as my new friend.

"Hello," He waved back at me.

"I thought you were from Nigeria until I had to take a good look at you for more than fifteen minutes."

"Cameroon and Nigeria are not that far," the Cameroonian lad replied.

"A Bakassi border is all there is," I intoned, sounding intelligent for my age.

"Well,