I always wished I knew my parents better. I’d like to know who they really were before they became who they are now. What their dreams were growing up, why they made the choices they made, how they learned the things that they learned. I wish they would tell me unabridged stories of their teenage years, navigating the world as 20 somethings, how their lives changed as society did. So I greedily soak in any stories they share of their days, living in a much different time and in a different way, growing up in Benin City, Ibadan, Jos and Lagos. Sometimes, I find it hard to believe they were once just like me, young and trying to figure it all out, making stupid mistakes and wanting something else out of life.