However, as I write this I realize that I have probably spoken to every single blog reader in the past three hours. So you all know that I am cured of malaria (after one month of avoiding the doctor and then - finally - two shots in the bum-bum by a distinctly unsympathetic nurse). Now the only excuse I have for not posting on the blog is sheer, unadulterated laziness. But I would like to point out, in my defense, that a day of research in Nigeria requires a long recovery period and involves drinking of Coke and watching of bootlegged movies, not writing of thoughtful blog posts. (Also, I am quite lazy. But look James - I've written more than two sentences!)
So. Here is my solemn vow: to try with all my might to avoid malaria for the next two months -- to resist the temptation of okadas, even though I love the feeling of the wind blowing through my hair as we weave around taxis and fly across potholes -- to continue my quest for those elusive things we call "documents" or "historical sources" so that I might one day write a dissertation (fingers crossed, people! seriously) -- and to eat many delicious and non-delicious Nigerian foods and report back to you, our dear readers.
And, finally, some photographic proof that I remain among the living:
(Learning how to plant cassava on the Iheanacho's farm, which is right next to our house. I claim to be making plans for my own farm. Abigail finds this fabulously funny since she's on to me and propensity for sitting around. But I have big plans; I just need to buy a hoe and some seeds!)