You could make the case at the moment that although I’m physically in Freetown, I’m actually really living in Abidjan. For many reasons, that’s not a good situation to be in. I have some great colleagues here, but it’s hard to claim that I have a social life, much activity out of work, and much in the way of soul mates. My wife, my baby, my daughters, many of my friends are in Abidjan. Even my mum is there now for a week. When I go online almost all my contacts are in Abidjan. If there’s a car crash in Abidjan I’ll hear about it, but if there was a similar event in Freetown I would barely know. Every day I read my copy of Abidjan’s Frat Mat newspaper delivered to my inbox. In Freetown I’ve only ever once skimmed through a local paper. I couldn’t name a single government minister in Sierra Leone. In 12 months’ time hopefully my family will be here and I’ll have some sort of life. But for the moment, my heart and body are separated.