What a day!

Sitting at Yeni's valedictory service listening to a graduand singing 'I'll always love you' by Whitney Houston, I think of my time. Yes, my times. I see a young girl who could grow to a powerful musician in a short time. Someone everyone would have to reckon with. Then I think of those whose names have been stamped on the sands of time in my generation. And I realise they weren't there some few year's back. There were other names. Funny enough, there would be other names for a short while and this girl singing before me could be one of them. I also think of the good side and the bad side. A quote I saw some days back said something like....its not our fault that we do this, its just our turn. Hmmm, a way to put it.  Our parents had their time, they did things, both good and bad. I've had mine and still having it and I've done mine. Then I realise that whatever has been done so far is an inkling to what will be done in the future. A sprinter ...

Never thought my online diary would ever turn out to be something people read. Its not in any creative format or a well structured format. I just tell the day as it is but then as plain as it is, I have had people contact me about a thing or two I wrote about...for example the Naptin programme, bedc interview and the likes. I have always helped in the ways I could.

As simple as it sounds. I witnessed this. Germany's Goetze.....scored the winner. A great goal. Something must have been right with the decision made by the coach to bring him in. It could have gone either way though. Now we can rest. Abi I had already started resting since Nigeria fell out. The game sort of ends when they lose. Except for the finals like today's.

Sitting on the arm chair watching the most watched game in the world go into extra time, I consider it could go either way. I had more hopes for Germany taking it without any extra time added but the Argentinians have showed that they didn't get to the final by luck (something I believe Nigeria held onto during the four games we had-we played on the average). Would have been shocking if the Argentines took it during the first 90 minutes but after watching this, won't be surprised.

Why do I find it hard or rather amusing that I do not listen to her? She tells me this and that and then at the end I find out that she was right. Not once, not twice. Even lost count. And it happens over and over. I'm not that bad anyway. I have listened sometime. I had a wonderful weekend. Spent the Saturday bussing(I can use this here now- shebi I name my own blog, don't say wrong mentality o) through a section of the Lagos metropolis with kitty. Starting out on the Island to the mainland. My plan, see Tumi,Busayo and Azubuike. I did see them. It was fun. First was Busayo who was at home. I had called Tumi earlier. He had to work. And then Azubuike. I spent a while talking with Busayo on the board interview he attended recently with the Sahara power folks. He was asked a question on Rankin cycle. A process the mechanical engineering guys talked about a lot while I was on training. As we talked, a call came in. It was Azubuike. He had just woken up. His tooth ached. And he...