I turned sixty a zillion years ago, though you can’t tell it by my swagger – firm, confident and decisive. I am a full-fledged Nigerian. No shaking, even as the house burns.
In these many years past, on each of those birthdays that I rarely celebrate, I wonder if I have accomplished enough at the age I have attained. Have I really earned it? Am I still the basket case of my large extended family? Am I ahead or behind my age mates in primary school or my class mates in college, or my peers all over the world? These may be idle questions that occur to me in those rare moments of introspection that quickly follow whenever my children remind me that it’s my birthday again.
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