THANKS FOR STILL CHECKING UP ON THE BLOG
My dear faithful blog readers, how are you doing? I just popped in to say hello. It's really all I can do these days. I know you are missing me but I miss you more. These days when I open my email (twice a month) and I don’t see any comments, I get sad because I know you too are very very sad. But don’t lose hope, I have not forgotten about you all. Nigeria is just Nigeria and there are many things beyond my control. But let’s just say I SHALL BE BACK in due time,with all the pictures and updates and video that I have been promising but have failed to deliver due to technical difficulties.
Work at Silverbird is going but I have to say that I miss my 8-10 hour working days and right now the entire news room is watching the UEFA championship league math between Manchester United and A-S Roma and they are just making unnecessary noise. Especially with Man-U scoring goals like they are playing basket ball (7-1 in the 90th minute). They don’t understand how a Nigerian can HATE SOCCER. I have been to nearly every spot in town and I am tired and bored already. In fact I was so bored that I almost bought a ticket to see Barney during Easter.
Mean while I need your help. Elections are coming up on the 14th of April and the 21st of April. If you had the opportunity to ask the presidential or Gubernatorial (primarily Lagos) candidates some questions, what would those be. Post your questions in the comment section and you may direct it to a particular candidate if you like.
I had started writing a love letter to you my blog readers but I don’t trust this internet connection so I’ll leave you with this one by Reuben Abati. Funny Letter. Reminds me of the letters I used to get from some funny guys on my village vacations back in the day. Fortunately I have not gotten any since I started anchoring (thank God). However some strange fellows harassed me yesterday for my phone number when I went to the Galleria and Mr. Biggs near the Mobil station. As in the were banging on my window. Haba!!! Don’t Nigerian guys know what NO I DON’T GIVE MY NUMBER TO RANDOM PEOPLE (forget strangers…random people).
( full article-- http://nigeriaworld.com/feature/publication/abati/042701.html)
At school, July 10, 1978
My dearest, sweetest, fondest, fantastic, extra-ordinary, paragon of beauty a.k.a Bose. I hope this letter meets you in a fabulous state of metabolism, if so doxology. My principal aim of writing this letter to you is to gravitate your mind towards a matter of global and universal importance, which has been troubling my soul. The matter is so important. Even as I am writing, my adrenalin is 100 per cent on the Richter scale, my temperature is rising, the windvane of my mind is pointing North, South and East at the same time; the mirror in my eyes has only your divine image. Indeed when I sleep, you are the one in my medulla oblongata, and I dream about you. I went out to sea in my dream, and I saw you: surrounded by H20 and you in your majesty rose from the abdomen of the sea like Yemoja, the avatar of beauty. Oh, Lord be with us! We are thy servants.
As you can see, I am in a serious dilemma. And I want you to take my matter seriously. At this junction, what our Lord said on this matter is germane. He says we should ask, and we shall be given, we should seek and we will find, and that we should knock, and it will be opened unto us. I am this 10th day of the seventh month in the year of our Lord, one thousand, nine hundred and seven eight, asking, seeking and knocking at your door. My prayer is that thou should open so that thy servant can enter. I want to wake up in the morning and see only your face.
I want you to be the only sugar in my tea, the only fly in my ointment, the butter on my bread, the grey matter of my system, the oxygen in my head, the planet of my universe, the wall clock of my room. The conveyor belt of my soul. I pray that you realise the gargantuan nature of my predicament. If you refuse, my life will be like tea without sugar, like a snail without shell, a Xmas goat without a horn; in fact I'd become an orphan. In fact I'd kill myself. What is life if I can't wake up in the morning and behold your face? You model of pulchritude, patiently created by God on a Sunday morning before he went on a deserved holiday. Please Bose, let me be your Romeo. Make me the Adam to your Eve. Shakespeare said it all: if music be the food of love, play on. I want to emphasise, universally and responsibly, that you are love itself. You are the metaphor, oxymoron, thesis, antithesis, irony, gerund, conjunction and the adverb of love.
At this juncture, let me also say that geography of your body is a permanent allelluia. Not from your body, ammonia, urea and iodine- you are too beautiful for that, what I see in your body is milk and honey. At this juncture, brevity is the soul of wit. A stitch in time saves nine. Procrastination is the thief of time. An opportunity once lost can never be regained. Make hay while the sun shines. All that glitters is not gold. The journey of a thousand years begins with a step. What God has put together let no man put asunder. To be a man is not an easy task even if God's time is the best. But time waits for no one. A man without love is like a fish out of water. I know you are a sagacious girl. If you like the veracity of what I am saying, please fill the attached form and let me have it pronto. The mark at the bottom of this page is a kiss from me to you.
Your beloved, faithful, loyal,
One and only admirer.