Monthly archives for June, 2012
What do I write about?
For the first time, I really have nothing to rant about. So I am just typing away hoping some inspiration will strike. I know my twitter buddy @akohindey said I should blog about the ONE. Brilliant idea, but you don’t want to get me started on that topic, I doubt I’ll have any positive thing to say, coupled with the fact that I hate all the m [...]
3 things you BETTER know about Lagos
I was a drug lord and some of the deals I was working on went south. I also had a higher authority that I was answering to. So when I could not pay off, the entire state was after me. I went into hiding and felt I had succeeded. Alas my triumph was only for a few seconds. When I woke up, I had a gun to my head. He called my boss. I pleaded fo [...]
Lazy was my friend…
Everything goes wrong on Monday mornings and that is probably why I spent the entire morning trying to open Microsoft Word. Don’t worry I will move over to a Mac, as soon as I more money and less month. In the meantime, I am making do.
I know I am supposed to be reporting back on my findings…did I forget to mention that I successfully booked [...]
There are no road maps…in Niger...
Last week, I went to Lekki for my uncle’s funeral, or at least I thought I was going to Lekki and I vividly remember getting to the spot we all know as the Palms. I asked my sister, we are there already right? And she says no. In amazement, I looked at her and said “so what is this placed called?” She gave me the reply I was looking for “Lek [...]
I just got a NEW Car!!!!!
I had a dream on Sunday morning that I was going to own a convertible car. So i decided to employ the principles that govern the law of attraction, by focusing all my energy on the particular type of convertible I wanted. I wanted a convertible made by Volvo. You can imagine my SHOCK when I stepped out of my house and found what was waiting f [...]
Who will cry for this little girl?
Monday morning is usually the hardest. I vividly remember going to bed in an okay mood, so I don’t understand why I woke up this morning with the poem “Who Will Cry for the Little Boy” in my head. It was written by Antwone Fisher, a young naval officer, who despite his painful past finds new hope during his course of treatment with a psychia [...]
