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47 – Better by 1 (%)
It struck me the other day that my father was already a full Professor in the (notoriously political Nigerian) University system he spent most of his career in by the time he turned fifty. That, and revisiting old haunts, served to reinforce the sense of introspection I have felt three years shy of that milestone… Continue reading
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99. Life in A Song: Jordin Sparks feat Chris Brown – No Air
I must have listened to this more than twenty times today on repeat, no thanks for all the feels it brought me. I remain amazed by how a song, or a scent even, can trigger a long lost memory. Of course what we remember is a remix of what happened, and how we choose to… Continue reading
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97. A Throwback to the City of Red Earth
I have a message on LinkedIn, not quite on the Lopes World Cup Level, to thank for a fantastic afternoon out, one which may not be topped in a while. The food, the company, and the opportunity to reminisce over life back in the city of red earth was much welcome, particularly given the work… Continue reading
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Protected: 96. Taking Stock of My Career Capital
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93. Summer Saturdays – Out and About in Woking
Seeing as we are as far removed from a proper Nigerian “enclave” as could be, we have to go to Woking every so often for our big shop. This weekend, L and I had the pleasure of popping into town for the big shop. In the hour and a bit we spent there, we were… Continue reading
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91. Oh Bummer!
Found out today that a job I was in the running for has been pulled. Le Sigh.. As an old friend used to say! It is what it is, I guess! Continue reading
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89. Train Troubles
With my weekend, and Dutch exertions all done, it has been an underwhelming return to regular life, complete with the merely meh service of SWR. Today’s issue was a failed signal between Ashford and Staines resulting in a twenty minute wait. I live in hope that someday SWR will get its act together. I won’t… Continue reading
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88. Getting Art-y
Bang in the middle of the summer holidays without any let up in real life, we caved, and are sending L to art camp. Creative side or not, we don’t expect she’ll turn out into Great Britain’s answer to Picasso, but getting something to occupy her for the next few weeks is the idea. Day… Continue reading
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87. Tatted Up
One of the delights of going back up North was rediscovering my old haunts, chief of which was shiprow. When I still lived up there, I went through there several times a day – to and fro work, and for non-work days on to Union Square and/or Church. Malones was the scene of many a… Continue reading
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86. Joy (And a Nigerian Party)
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… Continue reading
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