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To The Child That I Was

Today is children's day in Nigeria, its a no school day for kids and here am I in the office wishing the same privileges were extended to me. With Childhood blurring behind me with every day I wake, I feel its appropriate to pay tribute to that Child that contributed alot to the man am becoming.

To the child that I was, cheers! I had the awesomest childhood ever, there was never a dull moment (actually there were quite a few esp the times I cried). Sometimes, I wonder how come I was so emotional as a kid, cry cry baby and all that, am not and will never be ashamed of the kid I was because all the tears I shed when I was bullied have drained my future reserves of tears. I can't recall the last time I shed tears, not because am now an emotionless android but because tears are not to be wasted anymore.

There were many happy moments I had as a child, from my days at primary school to my Shepherds'days. I remember my plans as a kid to build a business empire (which am finding useful). The funnest of my days were in Old Shepherd's College, with other children like Caleb, Aaron, Elijah, Elijah, Agbo, Esla, Shed, James, Gora, Donren, Bukola etc we had real good times. Serie A five-a-side soccer was the bomb, pranks we played on each other are still etched on my mind. Epic adventures you only see in action movies. The best thing is that these guys are still the funnest crew to have around even though childhood is almost over. Girls were involved in the story too, like the one I have a long term crush on, well that's gist for another month.

To the shy, smiling, quiet, imaginative, scheming, creative, happy, futuristic, brainy, fun loving, humorous, Christ loving, kid  I was, cheers! Happy Children's day. You did well in making me the man am becoming.
Cheers to the children we all were.


On Bayern's Champions League Glory
On Saturday my hosts and I were on the edges of our seats until Bayern Munich won the UEFA trophy. I learnt a very important lesson from Bayern's victory. In last year's finals they were defeated in their home stadium by Chelsea, you can imagine such humiliation. Now what's the lesson I'm talking about? Simple, what ever I tried last year and didn't achieve success no matter how unsuccessful, this year I will succeed. Business deals, convincing my dog that it is a actually a cats cousin, doing a back flip, releasing a rap album, making a movie, dating that French girl, acquiring that Nissan Murano, becoming a landlord at Aso Rock, becoming a grandpa, and all that.. Just determinate, this year is the year.

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