I have a thing for places. It's unexplainable. All I can say is that I have certain emotions about certain geographical locations. I remember once taking a trip to see a house where I was raised as a kid. My findings made me sad, the house had dilapidated, the children of the landlord had been in court over a tussle of inheritance. I expected a lively compound filled with people but it was an abandoned shadow of itself. It's a weird thing to say but I felt emotionally drained. Some places make me nauseous, some excited, some sad and some really angry. One thing I can say is I will always long for a feel of Lagos irrespective of where I am. The yellow bus is rolling on the tarred road. One glance at my Google map tells me there is traffic ahead. My mind is on a wanderlust trip. It is always wandering. The conductor has been petty and rambling. He is lashing out insults at whoever he thinks deserves it. "Idiot, see as you keep face like wizard wey...