I saw sharks and crabs suntan on sand dunes. And turtles and tortoises toast to reunions. I saw birds tight-lipped on nests of shredded Bibles. And snakes, motionless, coiled on the steering wheels of dead SUVs. I saw men listless with flags and paper roses on deserted car parks.

Life and the Momentary Stories in Between. When I started the project last year, it was my intention to post once a day for a whole year. I fell slightly short of my goal in that some posts, particularly these last couple of months, were not exactly timely.

Well, this is just all sorts of awks. That moment when you become a stranger in your own house, which you built with your sweat, blood and at the expense of your laptop keyboard, phone screen and twitter intergrity, is as depressing as waiting for Tonto Dikeh to make good music. Allow me to re-introduce myself.