It’s that question that I know everyone in my generation has asked themselves at least once. Which land do I belong to? Previously a given. It was the land your family grew up in, the land you were born in and the land you spent your life in. You belonged to the land you were on. Is this still the case?
I write to you from the plane, champagne in hand. Ethiopian Airlines, a short layover in Addis Ababa and then Dubai-bound. I am on day three of time off, but only just leaving Libreville, the capital city of Gabon, because of a hand-over day and then a cancelled flight.