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A Swell Week

I spent my Public Holidays in Jos. I was there last in 2009 when I went for my University of Jos Post UTME screening, I had wanted to study Computer Engineering there. They were stingy with their admission and God rewarded me with admission at a better school (no hard feelings). A few things have changed since I was there last, everything still looks vaguely familiar. The girls there are still very fine ;-D .It was really a cool trip, it was also very cold. At some point it was 18 Degrees Celsius, I was just there shivering. If being born in a place confers citizenship, I went to my hometown.

Now am back in warm Abuja, the warm sun light is a welcome change from the shiver inducing Jtown cold. Am at work and most of my peeps are not here, just four out of about twenty interns showed up. It is boring and dry.

Lest I forget I had this weird dream (a recurrence of the dream actually). In the dream I did a job and got paid a 9 digit sum. The first thing I did? I ran to propose [marriage] to one girl like. I didn't even wait to hear her response before I woke up. I woke up grumpy, how can I be this overgenerous with my hard earned office?



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