
When I was little in Nigeria and my parents gave me the lesson about how to cross the road, it seemed like the lesson wouldn't end. Look left, look right, then look left again, then look right and left --- and then again. When I crossed with my parents - my mom especially - she would clutch my wrist as if I was at flight risk and she didn't want me to escape. And even with all the security measures, I wasn't even allowed to cross the road alone, so really, the lessons were pointless. In Read More




