So I'm sitting in the doctor's office, where she's perusing the results of a routine blood test a little too closely for my liking. Covid-19 has obviously thrown out the 10 minute rule (which, quite honestly, I always ignored, but now want back!)

I'm about to ask if there's a problem when she says, "I think you need to make some changes to your diet."

"What sort of changes?" I ask warily.

She mutters something about Omega fatty acids, and I perk up.

"Oh, I love anchovies!"

To which she queries, "What about flaxseeds and walnuts?"

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The problem with being a Nigerian is that, delightful as it is, it sometimes dulls the senses. And before you bring out the knives, let me explain!

The first time I witnessed a peaceful-demonstration-gone-awry in London, the police were at a definite disadvantage. I matter-of-factly asked, "Where are the riot police?" Trouble was, it was mid-afternoon, in the office. Everyone in my section swung round, more confused than me…