One of the things I enjoy doing (as I may have mentioned in the past) is cycling. There's a certain joy and satisfaction in not only being able to get from A to far away B, but to be able to do so through my own efforts only.

But sometimes, cycling by itself is not enough - I have to make it even harder. So instead of cycling on a level surface, I will look for steep hills to ride up. The pain and effort are considerable, but again there is the feeling of fulfilment when I reach the...

For the past few months, I've been working on and off on a music composition. It's actually enjoyable and frustrating in turns - there's the joy of seeing something that once only inhabited the space within my skull take life outside it... but there's also the frustration of realising that "it doesn't quite sound right" once I've heard it.

So, the process is necessarily a slow, iterative one. I spend several minutes deciding that this is the right place for an accidental note......

I went out driving on the freeway today.

"So what's the big deal?" you may ask. After all, you probably drive to work everyday.

Ah, but then you're not like me - I hate driving.

Growing up in Nigeria, I never really had the opportunity to drive. Access to the family car was jealously guarded by my father - and anyway, I wasn't too keen on driving around in chaotic Lagos traffic. So I became an expert in the finer arts of boarding molue and danfo buses,...