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Inspired by a long talk with my friends O and Steve who challenge me to take life more seriously and to excel myself. The motorcade slowly inches its way through the crowded streets preceded by weaving motor cycles carrying men bought to perform stunts. Music funnelled out of half open windows, blaring horns, howling sirens and people massed in grotesque postures; sticking out of open car doors and perched atop yet more cars are the hallmark of the day. A benumbing mix of people is assembled, all dressed in matching black clothes waving black handkerchiefs and bearing a large portrait of a man, who they eulogize in song. Presently the hearse bearing the ornately carved box bearing his remains comes into view surrounded by more men dressed in black and roving cameras ostensibly placed to capture the gaiety of the celebration for posterity’s sake. ...

At the insistence of some sections of the family, I was dragged away to London for the weekend… No complaints though because it included home cooked meals, no internet (sad but good - Twitter on my BB tried to fill the void) and some ’transport’ money - critical for a bloke on a (self imposed) student budget. Plus I got the opportunity to bond with my niece whom I had never seen (bad ‘uncle’ abi?). ...

Kindly report for duty ASAP. I need my coveralls turned into an Alexander Amosu suit and my grease tainted steel-toed Redwings turned into a pair of Berluti’s. Also please place a requisition for a Bugatti Veyron. While you are at it, please stop by Santa’s and remind him I am yet to receive any responses on my requests for the 11th straight year. Please be informed, that this is your last chance to prove you exist, else I shall have to take matters into my hands and accept that gruelling 9 to 5! ...

Got forwarded a link to a video on FB (as usual) for the Diary of a Tired Blackman. A number of the themes are overstated in my opinion, but quite a number of insights on the whole. Lots of strong language, plus its quite a long one… Enjoy… 75% of Britons blog, text or surf the internet while in the loo, what do you do to pass the time in the loo? Ever misuse quotation marks? New ideas on how to misuse them from this great blog for you. Maybe this approach to managing our friendships will add a much needed dose of pragmatism to them. Trying to lose weight? Try this lip gloss! Should rules be relaxed in some instances? This bloke was initially denied a liver transplant as his condition is alcohol related. Some fat is actually great for your long term health. Bring on the cokes mehn! Mick Jagger of the Rolling Stones fame actually spent a year at the London School of Economics. One football game descends into a comedy of errors. You would have thought they would respected the problems at West Ham - a player stabbed and another losing his father. Read a brilliant analysis of some of the background and potential implications of such irascible behaviour here. Wish you won a big lottery? Think again. The winner of a humongous sum in an Italian lottery seems to have vanished into thin air for fear.

Day Zero. You meet her on one of those days. Boredom morphs into irritation, topped off with despondency. Your 8-4 (5-9) is especially dull on the day. Madam Bosco, your loud mouthed, over-bearing boss rips into you as usual over the ever yawning chasm between your targets and your deliveries. The heat seems to have major intentions of causing grievous bodily harm in any case. That is when the ‘gods’ of the internet and itchy fingers contrive to send Her your way. ...

Ben Dulap, President of Wofford College speaking at TED2007 on the subject of a Passionate Life quotes Mahatma Gandhi Live each day as if it were your last, learn as if you were to live forever. Lifelong learning - continuously aiming to understand the rules of engagement in every sphere of life that intersects us - is the key to succeeding; it would seem. That is another life long lesson I am adding to my burgeoning list.

Sometimes I wish I could fly and take myself away, to a distant land far removed from the scorching sun that bakes my earth into a stony hearth and burns it into a barren wasteland. Sometimes I wish I could run Fast enough to escape this darkness that coaxes me into a frenzied song and to a fevered dance; of mindless tongues that sear my lungs and wear my tired soul. ...

Its is a well known stereotype that the English love to talk about the weather. In truth, until a few days ago, I was yet to see anything particularly talk-worthy about the weather I have had to endure at my end of the world. I’ve been chasing a job – similar in remit to the one I was schemed out of in Nigeria – which has required me to do a lot of travelling by train to the City dubbed the Oil Capital of Europe! In the main these journeys have been in phenomenally abysmal weather – made worse by the fact that my student budget requires me to divide the journey into little bits to optimize my spend. ...

Peeps thanks for your best wishes per my birthday.. Pleasantly surprised by the responses.. The information provided below is provided ‘as-is’ for informational purposes only. It is not intended to be a substitute for professional medical advice. If in doubt, see your GP. You know you need help fast when: You almost sign off a cheque as your blogger ‘self’ – when money no longer forces clarity on you, wahala dey o. The last time you ‘spoke’ to your flatmate was on Facebook - especially if the bloke is just two doors away. Not good! Your supposedly ‘favorite’ cousin has to resort to using the ‘Contact Me’ form on your blog to reach you! - first it is a cardinal sin that your cousin reads your ‘anonymous’ blog, secondly its a major failure that you’re not constantly pacifying him/her. You live a walking distance from a stadium that hosts Premier League football – but all you want to do is constantly refresh the BBC football page for the latest score and read blogs - it doesn’t get much worse than this. Your 10+ year addiction, Football Manager, suddenly fails to attract your attention anymore - this seems to suggest there may be a ‘spiritual’ dimension to the whole thing. Call in the ‘Cele ’ peeps sharply mehn. When pressed for an example in the midst of a discussion, the first stories that come to mind are from Blogs you read! - this has the added effect of potentially inducing a bizarre condition informally referred to as encephalotisitic fatigitis The night before your big exam you still create time for blog rounds and you then get into a verbal war of words that extends late into the night – especially when you know the full ramifications of not getting an alpha on that exam! - this one requires serious beating - fan belt/ koboko everything… serious unseriousness. You see bloggers - who you have never met any ways - in your dreams and you ‘just know’ it is them! Another reason to get the ‘Cele’ peeps on the job ASAP. You read a post and somehow think it’s a slight on you or worse rather than engage people in the real life you vent your anger on your blog - this demonstrates bloke needs to grow up sharpish…… You start wondering which of the events in your world were blogged about by others in the past or worse you give every one around you the suspicious ’eye’ - Not everyone blogs, and if they did, it doesn’t affect you.. You wake up and the first thing on your mind is/are the post(s) you need to create. HT to SolomonSydelle for pointing out the critical omission! You find it hard to differentiate between your real and virtual friends - HT to Favoured Girl for unearthing this one. All your current romantic interests are people you have never even seen - we’ll need to add Papa Adeboye to the consortium organizing the prayers to resolve this one. HT to a certain anonymous for unearthing this one! You spend time on blogger instead of working in the midst of a recession. HT to Original Mgbeke for supplying this one - when the bill paying JOB pales in significance to another activity… Kasala dey try burst be that o….

I turned in my dissertation today. So to all intents and purposes, it should be ‘business as usual’ going forward. I need to get the final bits of utility out of Football Manager 2009 first though.. and get some summer loving…. ;) Oh and some reading too.