Time flies and I worry that you worry about things out of your control. I think you know change is inevitable but the changes you are seeing are far flung from those you imagined were possible. When you were young there were gramophones, radios and black and white televisions. The TVs eventually got a bit of colour. You interacted with these technologies at will - in your own time. You tuned to a radio station to hear the news. You swapped out the discs in the gramophone player depending on your mood. You had a handful of them. You had local control over what you engaged with. You read magazines you bought monthly from the market or books from the bookstore whenever we made a trip to Ikeja.
Dear Mum
Dear Mum
Dear Mum
Time flies and I worry that you worry about things out of your control. I think you know change is inevitable but the changes you are seeing are far flung from those you imagined were possible. When you were young there were gramophones, radios and black and white televisions. The TVs eventually got a bit of colour. You interacted with these technologies at will - in your own time. You tuned to a radio station to hear the news. You swapped out the discs in the gramophone player depending on your mood. You had a handful of them. You had local control over what you engaged with. You read magazines you bought monthly from the market or books from the bookstore whenever we made a trip to Ikeja.