I used to look at clouds a lot. I was obsessed with them and would take many pictures of them. Looking at the blue colour made me happy and sometimes comforted me. Occasionally, the clouds made patterns I wished I would always see.
The day I left for the University I left Lagos to Delta and had one worry – would the clouds look the same in Delta state? As the lone passenger in the back seat of my Uncle’s car I looked up as the car sped along the road. The sky was blue. I thought they looked a little lighter but they were a familiar blue.
The sky has been blue on the worst and best days of my life. I like to look at the clouds on memorable days of my life and as I write this I wonder which shapes the clouds will make when I truly and finally leave here.