What a day!

I heard my dad say those words some days ago. he has worked with the Power Holding company of Nigeria for the past 27 years, starting his career with the Generation sector which is most suitable for mechanical engineers. By the way, he is one. He had his pupillage training (something like the management trainee programme most companies do nowadays) at the Afam Power station in Port Harcourt. Fortuantely, I was born while he was there at the Aggrey Clinic. He had a brief stint with the generating station, two years to be precise. He left for the headquarters office where he served in the works/services division. I still remember when he was a manager, I and Tayo would go with him to the office (from primary school I mean) and we'd jolly-lolly around his ground floor office, at the back of an artwork sculpted beautifully on a wall opposite a model of the electricity distribution in Lagos. This model can still be found at the reception area of the Eko Electricity Distribution compa...

I went for Choir practice last night (this just happens to be 1.34am). Still can't sleep. I survived it. I was on my way back home by 9pm. My brother had called me while I was at Lekki phase 1 to pick him at Ilaje bus-stop, just before the Ajah round-about. The road was clear and doing a 80Km/hr, I got there fast but he had not arrived. I parked by the road side and told him I was waiting. Just two minutes or less, I saw a saloon car coming towards my direction. He hit the car and then off he went some distance away before he came to rest. 'Did this just happen?' my thoughts. It sure did, as reality set in. I turned the ignition and off I went to his side. I noticed I couldn't move as fast as I wanted to. One tyre was down and bent in. I came out of the vehicle trying to understand the situation. The driver was reluctant to get out of the car. When he did come out, I realised he was drunk. An drunk man hit me?  Yes, he did. The funny thing is that he escaped(with h...