The Really Massive Final Post of 2008

Why i blog, write...i was telling a friend yesterday, i just have to, i have tiny notes scribbled everywhere, in school, it was my lectures notes, in church, my sermon notes because im a very good drifter, i have scribbled on money, clothing, tissue paper, the wall but now i make a lot of notes on my fone. words are just some of my very good friends, but dont get me started on Drawing, lines and figures.....

So, 2008 is almost done eh, so much stuff that happened inbetween, a very eventful year I must say, marriages here and there, graduations, nysc palava,lol mehn , its been one heck of a ride, and ofcourse, sad events woven into the tapestry, life we cannot avoid,

The Rape issue, I actually met the girl while in lagos just before I was called to serve, she was not the picture I had in my mind, she was an ordinary looking dark girl, who was even thinner than I am, shorter too. She was talking with my cousin and until my cousin told me, she was the girl involved in the ordeal, I would have had a better chance of finding gold in my nose than guessing who she was. She was so bouncy, cheerful, she even helped my cousin make lunch. I could only hope that she carries on with life as normal as possible, even in the face of that traumatic experience and as a new year approaches, one cant even imagine what may be going through her mind. I wish her ALL the best, every single one my being can muster.

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so i finally relocated to Abuja, and im billed to start work at the National Assembly next year, hmm, im just gonna see how this one goes..i know im the last person to be recommended for civil service/ government work!

I made a couple of new, cool friends and im still boxing my old, cold ones about the ears.lol, you guys are just tooo mush, and especially to my “im very fond of you” friend, who says Fond, these days??? even though we had a mini-argument on christmas/boxing day, we are still tight.

Ya know, as the year slowly drew to an end, i had this nostalgic wave come over me, i remembered a lot of how things were back then, highly influenced by the 80s, teened in the 90s, adultized in the 00s, its been a wonderful journey, they say time changes yesterday but they forget to see that Yesterday also changes the times.i ought to do a seperate post on my Nostalgia but i had to get in this post for the year.

all in all, i can say i am satisfied with this year, i achieved something major and im so happy about it.

No Sound

Strange beds have rarely agreed with me, and only after a short burst of troubled slumber, I woke an hour or so before the bugle. It was then still very dark and knowing I had a full days parade ahead of me, I made an attempt to return to sleep. This proved futile and when I eventually decided to get up, it was still so dark that I was obliged to turn on my torch in order to brush my teeth and douse my drowsy face with ice-cold water. But when I was done and had turned off the torch, I could see early daylight peeking through the wire clad windows. When I had gotten up moments ago, the light outside was still very pale and something of a mist was affecting my view of Suleja Hall and the Garden of Eden. Indeed following the pathway to the water pumps, I could see the mist rising from the top of the mountains. there was not a soul to be seen and apart from the tiny scampering noises of the well-fed black rats and an occasional cling-cling of a bunk as the sleeper within turned to the rythm of dreams, there was still no sound to be heard.

to be continued

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Tonight I find myself in a camp house in the city....village of Paiko. The first day of my orientation is now completed and all in all, I must say I am terribly angry, frustrated but a little bit satisfied and apparently homesick. This stay began this morning almost an hour later than I had planned, despite my preparedness the day before, I still left like I was forgetting some things. I suppose I was also conscious of the fact that once I departed, I was going where no one had gone before. It was an odd feeling, and perhaps accounts for why I delayed my departure so long, wandering through the house, checking I had packed suitable things and making sure my papers were in order.


Its hard to explain my feelings once I finally set off, For the first twenty minutes or so, I couldn't believe I actually was going there, I cannot say I was seized by any excitement or apprehension at all. . , . . . .