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Memories are made of these: Part 1

Trunk Boxes

Image courtesy of Logicline Trunks https://www.storagetru My parents returned to Nigeria from England in the sixties with their belongings stuffed into beautiful trunk boxes like this one. I still remember the autumnal morning when the movers arrived and spent all day heaving everything we owned into containers, ready for the long journey to Africa. Back in Nigeria, where my life changed beyond all recognition, there was something nostalgic about peeking at the boxes in my parents’ bedroom. Although a constant reminder of what I left behind, they also had the power to transport me back to happier times.

Look out for the next blog in this series, but if you can't wait, why don't you pick up a copy of my memoir Coconut here.

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