Back in Freetown after another intense week with the family in Abidjan. I don’t think I’ll ever be used to this slightly schizophrenic life separated by a two hour flight. As soon as I get to Abidjan it’s all about my wife and baby. In Freetown, life largely revolves around work.

In the latter I have good internet, hot water, a spacious apartment. I survive on sardines, I exercise regularly, I don’t spend much, and I have a car. The opposite is true in Abidjan where we squeeze into a small studio, eat well, and the city is choc full of friends.

It’s actually difficult to imagine these world’s coming together, and it’ll be a radically new experience later in the year when they do, as Ebola fades.