Thanks to the pandemic, I've spent a year in one place with my mind in two | Chibundu Onuzo

My family is in Lagos. I'm in London - and there's no chance of a flight home. Zoom does many things, but it can't give hugs

It's been two years since I last saw my father. He lives in Nigeria, just a six-hour flight away, but the last time either of us set foot in an airport was 2019. I don't miss the cramped seating and recycled oxygen of planes. Nor do I miss the anxious buzz of airports - of standing in my socks on a cold floor, queuing to walk through a metal detector. But I do miss my father and he is at the other end of a plane journey in a world where, for now, the skies are almost empty.

Mostly, I see my father on a screen. His beard is slightly more grizzled but he's obviously drinking enough water. His skin looks great on camera. I hope the rest of his body is well. Three years ago he was ill and admitted into hospital. We don't talk about his health but we do talk about Nigeria, about politics and the EndSars protest for example, and whether Nigerians are taking the pandemic seriously enough.