A fitting end..

To a fabulous week that is…..

It is 11.41pm, and I am as clear eyed as I can be. I have just returned from the Muyiwa & Riversongz concert. It was fab, If I say so. Apparently the concert was designed to signal the commissioning of a ‘gospel’ choir in the city. The music was great all round – a throwback to my days back in University as an undergrad. Surprise, surprise, the bloke who leads the choir was also quite an active bloke on that same campus and was involved in plotting planning various musical events campus wide. The added benefits of catching up with blokes number 10 and 11 (the numbers refer to the number of close friends and acquaintances I have been re-united with since I made the move across the Atlantic) was fab and far outweighed any misgivings I might have had about shelling out 10 pounds to attend (and the 10 pounds I paid for a CD/DVD of Muyiwa’s album.)

Bloke number 10 has morphed into a Senior Engineer role at some big design consultancy in town, plus he’s added a few ‘spiritual’ feathers to his cap – so he was pretty well known by the people – organizers, the choir itself and all. He is still very single though – and he quickly chipped into my ear that we needed to get married off (the 13th time someone was telling me that this week alone).

Bloke number 11 on the other hand used to be a town-savvy bloke. He knew all the groove joints, all the drinks, where the beautiful women were and all that when we worked briefly together in some obscure town back in Nigeria. Bloke’s gotten very married (swapped a six-pack for a keg), and is all serious about giving life a real chase. Am I surprised!

Well, as a minimum, the bells are tolling for yours truly. I need to get my butt off the ground and get into the move ASAP…. 🙂

Bring on the weekend. Life’s good.

Six degrees and summer plans.

They say its a small world – and that everyone is connected to every one else by at most six people. Today I learned that first hand. My friend K has mentioned in the past that she’s got a sister in my town. Today I finally worked up the nerve had the opportunity to talk with her a bit (if talk can occur in 25 secs that is). Thing is K and I have some history of sorts – its one of those online collaborations which segued into an occasional offline chat and all. So when K’s sister asked how I knew K, I was a bit stumped.. Turns out there is another bloke, a T this time, who is mutual friends with K and I (again that undefined, web 2.0 kind), his name jumped out as the basis of my knowing K.. Turns out T also has a sister in my town, and in my church.. Cue the hems and ahh as to her I knew her brother – the official line was we ‘worked on a project together’.. That’s what I’m sticking with though.. Fingers crossed that the meeting ends up forgotten (or at least the bit about me knowing their siblings), else I’ll be having loads of explaining to do.. 🙂

The boredom infested months that were winter are set to become forgotten pronto. There’s a number of events lined up which might just keep yours truly occupied.

  • Muyiwa and Riversongz are at the Aberdeen Music Hall this week on Friday. Should be a throwback to a different culture of singing and dancing with loads of physical exertion.
  • The church young professional group is heading out to Edinburgh for a visit to the zoo.. All day, it should be a time for team building and bonding.. Hopefully, these will be the proverbial kick up the backside to get myself moving around again.

Going forward, the next few months could be critical – I have a trip to Nigeria planned in the next quarter. Its a big one for me, because it will be the last time I buy a return ticket when I fly out of Nigeria. It represents me coming to terms with my lostness – realizing that my life and the country are heading in different directions in the next few 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 hope its only because I am busier – the endless swathes of time being a student afforded me have vanished,  no thanks to slaving daily for Mama Charlie – not because I am tired, or God forbid something is broken deep down….

I’m sure I’ll still be around, lurking in the shadows.. signing off here and there as I am able…. and maybe someday return…. 🙂

A blast of Nostalgia..

I miss the old days. Growing up on a University campus in Nigeria, books were my salvation and the BBC World Service was the information source. We didn’t have decent television (it was an archaic black and white National television set with aerials that never worked), didn’t have the internet, was the weird kid on the block, and generally stuck out like a sore thumb. I got my nose in books, the bulk of which were boring, ponderous, academic reads.

These days, I reach first for the internet, check my email countless times, listen to the same music over and over on my iPod, Tweet, faff around on Facebook and all… I fear it is reflecting in my listlessness these days.. Oh for the days when I was more informed about the world, and I could discuss intelligently on a range of topics…

Just how much of this is mere nostalgia…. or a sense of real loss I cannot tell.. 🙂