A Geek's Life

Suitably rested – as far as one can be outside their own bed – the main day came, and out to the sticks we went. Lodged as I was bang in the city centre, for the sake of my old haunts, getting there would have cost an arm an a kidney, thanks to the famously expensive (and limited number of ) Aberdeen taxis. In the end I got help from a friend of a friend to get there and back.

As with all Nigerian parties, things took a while to get started. In their defence, once things kicked off, they went at a steady clip, unlike my last major experience of a Nigerian party. There were all the usual things- an assortment of Nigerian food (I went for rice and ayamase to sate my spice deprived palate), plenty of dancing and two costume changes for the celebrant.

One understated benefit, perhaps dubious at best, of late starting Nigerian parties is that they provide opportunities to catch up with folk, ones I had not seen in nearly six years in my case.

Given my abject dancing skills, I maintained a watching brief whilst it all kicked off. For my pleasure, my mind was left wandering, plumbing the depths of Zadie Smith’s essay -Joy (there is a Zadie essay for everything, I feel).

I did run into a mentor of sorts, an old crush and an old colleague. Not a bad day’s worth of catching up I guess!