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27. Re: A Word to My Readers (To RSS or Not)
Beth Adams, who I have a lot of time for, and have read on and off since 2010, explores the question of subscriptions on the latest edition of her Substack newsletter. Within the essay she harks back to a time – before social media ruined everything – when blogging was fun and like minded communities… Continue reading
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26. Numbered Days
For the fourth time in a month and a bit, I have been reminded of death, and dying – particularly dying young and what those who survive are left to deal with. The first of these was listening in to a thanksgiving service for S, someone I had only loosely known from church over the… Continue reading
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22. Aftermath
The aftermath of a proper Nigerian party is stupor. The less said about that the better. In our case, after the exertions of the past day, most of this was spent in bed till the persistent calls from W resulted in a rushed attempt to get to the Atlanta History Museum. That done, the evening… Continue reading
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21. D-Day
And so to the main day. First order of business: breakfast, for which there were at least forty people spread out all over the cafe at the hotel – cousins, nephews, nieces and a fair few friends of the family all making up the lot. Nigerian weddings are a village affair after all. I shudder… Continue reading
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18. Comparisons
When a reasonably large number of (successful?) people gather, what one does, or has done for work inevitably comes up. Sometimes (as at school reunions perhaps) it is about blatant competition – who succeeded, who didn’t, who stayed mid – at others (such as family reunions) it masquerades as catching up. For my sins, I… Continue reading
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14. Aging, Again
Aging seems to be a theme on my mind, if two posts on consecutive days can be called a theme. On this occasion, an invitation to a friend’s 50th birthday bash in a city I used to live in is the trigger. Like all Nigerian parties there is a dress code, the start will inevitably… Continue reading
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10. On Mentorship (and Representation)
Once in a while, my friend K and I get into terse conversations, usually something related to politics. In spite of our very similar backgrounds, he is as right-leaning as I am left-leaning. He is by all accounts a very successful Black Engineer, often making it on to lists of the most infuential UK Engineers… Continue reading