4 September 2006
Mama Junkyard tagged me.
-Post six weird facts/habits about yourself. These cannot be used against you later on.
-At the bottom name the six people you will tag next.
-Leave them a comment to let them know they’ve been tagged and to read your blog
I saw an Optician when I was 15. I came out with glasses and was amazed at how crystal clear life should have been. I had spent the last 15 years with blurred vision and didn’t even notice. I refuse to wear contacts; the idea of my hand touching my eyeballs is not welcomed.
Never bought tapes. Tapes were only used to dub music from RayPower 100. The first CD single I brought was Jagged Edge’s Gotta be from A Jagged Era. The first album was Kci & Jojo’s Love Always. I can’t even stand the album. Although I did use some of the song lyrics in a few love letters I wrote. I know. I used to write love letters. I appreciate you can’t and refuse to imagine this but please work with him here.
I got my driving licence when I was 18. I can count the number of times I have driven a car.
Please don’t give me Titus (Mackerel) with/without water. I would rather enter the ground and be buried alive. I have eaten enough Titus to last me a lifetime and now it makes me sick (literally).
I didn’t know David Hasselhoff existed until recently. It seemed I committed a great crime when I told somebody.
In an ideal world, I would love to be a Naija moive star.
Who’s next: Obi, Toritseju, Mona, Monef
6 August 2006
Politics is becoming tiresome in Nigeria. Like the same old story. Good people get removed (forced to resign) or get killed. The definition of good people is relative. I refer to people attempting to make a difference in Nigeria. Not too bothered if you chop money along the way but at least make a difference. I’m confused and beginning to doubt if Nigeria has any hope.
A military coup will joggle our memory!
7 July 2006
I am not sure the office will be as fun anymore. It is depressing to think about life after the World Cup.
During this World Cup, Beckham became a physics genius. Just like everyone else, I discovered that America developed “American Football” because it’s completely rubbish at the one everyone else plays. Did you know there was also a North-South divide in football? Finally, I learnt to score some amazing goals across London.
No more World Cup. The flat screens in our building will be back on Bloomberg. No more BBC1 or ITV1. The premiership does not get interesting until December even though it starts in Mid-August…
13 June 2006
This is one of those odd posts. I have mentioned a few times that I did go to a boarding school (evidence provided). Elder Awe, my chemistry teacher was famous for saying:
Hate them [girls] now, they will love you later.
This saying stuck with me. I mean I stayed focused, got the grades, got the degree (& the t-shirt) and then got the job. Well the girls ain’t chasing me as I expected.
Maybe this has something to do with the my job…that’s not the point.
11 June 2006
We, Nigeria, the Giant of African Football, missed the 2006 World cup. Fair enough! Ghana, Togo, Angola and Ivory Coast will do what they can. Having managed not to read any blogs in the last 2months. The first blog I read made me chuckle. A quick search in Google brings more joyful headlines like “Nigeria plans moon landing by 2030”
At least we can now explain where the money we refused to invest in our football team disappeared to.
1 March 2006
Why do people insist on saying “African Town“, when they can say “Nigerian Town or a town in Nigeria“. It puts things into context.
On a related note, I thought Festac Town was just a massive estate in Lagos. Does Lagos actually have any defined towns?
14 January 2006
It is about 1am and I tired. The house is upside down. The playstation2 is gone. The Sky remote control is gone. The Sky card was found on the floor. At least 3mobile phones have simply gone. I found a pocket knife on the floor. Someone tried to steal my phone. My house keys are missing. I needed the 6 police officers to get people out of my house. I can’t believe my house keys are gone. I don’t feel safe.
If friends of your 17year old sister asks to organise a surprise party for your sister in your house, consider saying no. Book a hall instead.
12 September 2004
Actually that should read as “Back in September” after a much delayed anticipated return, I am back. Let get all pretend I never really left. Now that we have that cleared out of the way. Let do some catching up.
As of yesterday, I am offically a Geek according to two friends studying computer science at Oxford (Did I say I was studying chemical engineering). All I did was make some geeky suggestion about changes for one of them to make to his computer - see earlier post for some ideas.
Marcus has done posting on his time working at Feltham Young Offenders Institute here and here while Nosa has written an open letter to Quentin Tarantino who allegedly has a blog now maintained by his editor. Unganisha has more of his stories which absolutely amuses me.
MentalAcrobatics attended Cassidy’s concert which didn’t quite go as he planned. Jag spells out the steps for making ‘Vindaloo’ style chicken. I need to stop just reading the recipes and actually start cooking them to see some results. Apparently been able to cook as man is very attractive (should compensate for the geekness in me).
