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Sometimes even the best laid plains falter- tripped up by the most mundane of details which to the planner were irrelevant. What then can we do but stoically shrug, and move on to the next one…. When things unplanned lead to desired- yet unintended- consequences we must also hail our good fortune and take the chance proffered with both hands. It was Leonard Ravenhill who said: ’the opportunity of a lifetime must be harnessed in the lifetime of the opportunity’…. ...

What I need to do to have had a successful year….. Deliver an updated website for the Church Media Team Complete my 2010 reading list Deliver my two ‘main’ work projects for the year Visit my H-town peep.. Not too much to ask I guess!!!

To new beginnings… and hope that when tomorrow comes the sun will shine… Selah..

To a worm in horseradish, the world is horseradish - - Yiddish saying via Malcolm Gladwell Second chances - clean sheets wiped clear from all the smudges, memories obliterated, people lost in the maelstrom of life - are great… If only they were as easy as Ctrl+Alt+Del…. Sigh.

A moment of rashness by a certain Sani Kaita will go down as the defining moment of Nigeria’s World Cup - when the tenuous grip of one hundred and fifty million people was savagely hacked off. At that time Nigeria was 1-0 up - thanks to a somewhat fortuitous goal – and had largely being untroubled by the Greeks who had been pedestrian all through. The rest, as they say, is history and Greece went on to win to put Nigeria’s world cup dreams effectively on hold for four more years. ...

I’ve spent the last few months probing - looking to find a rationale for blogging that is not inextricably connected to feeding the over arching desire of my inner narcissist to be heard above the din that is the blogosphere…. 2009 was different…. I followed over 1,000 blogs, I bounced from blog to blog leaving comments, there was banter, there was drama, there was poetry on a level I’d only dreamed of, there were blog collabos…. and a few crushes…. My old favorites were still around, and a few newbies served up delicious stuff… Oh.. the Anons spiced things up too… ...

I have begun dreaming of things best left unsaid, things best left to gently slide into oblivion far beyond the edge of consciousness. Here there are voices, and fleeting faces, floating by as though swimming in some nebulous unseen ether. I would blame malaria or the slew of unknown brews at Dame Hayatou’s, but these are things I have seen in the flesh - less the twisting, less the turning in the dead of night and the turmoil that brings them back to mind. These are the memories of a not so distant past, of what-ifs and maybes and could-haves blatantly refusing to accept the cold hard facts.. ...

The first quarter performance review was short and sweet - I think… The recovery is under way.. Now we need to secure it… (as Gordon Brown likes to put it)

The only thing worse than boredom is routine. I find myself living each day like a dream - sleep, wake, eat, work and sleep - Waiting expectantly for the 3pm chime that alerts me to the impending freedom from boredom - and then the bus that takes me home. Each day passes - sometimes like a bore, sometimes like a breeze - living for the weekend - and then the dread as the weekend ends - and the grind starts all over again. This is the life of me!

If wishes were horses… I’d be out playing golf at the moment; not crunching numbers and telling lies giving expert advice to clients. This glorious sunshine is simply begging for a game of golf! Sadly, I am neither kith nor kin to Dangote nor to Mutallab Snr; and my dear father (bless his overly patriotic heart) turned down the offer of a tenure at Bristol back in the day :( ...