Nigeria...
It was of course less demanding, for a 5 yr old London boy like me to adjust to the new environment as it would be for my much older brothers. My sister was only a few months old. I must say, I had the best years of my life so far in Ibadan. I remember how we use to feel that 'Eko' is white moin-moin, just to taste it and spit it out later. Also, how we use to say and still say 'Bra' instead of 'Brother' as a prefix to names of older people. How you use to wet urself in the classroom because you can't tell the teacher in the local language, you need a wee!, or we go around repetitively prostrating for any new person we meet, or the endless search for an 'arodan' that can never be found - the list goes on, and on ...

I must admit that as London boys, just arrived in the motherland, we appeared thick!!!