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its something that we all forget sometimes...and thats to pause for a minute and thank people who make everyday a good day.

yesterday i got feedback from a few people who read my blog (i didn't think anyone reads this stuff) and it made me feel really good to know that, although my views can be mine alone, someone somewhere has the time to read it and disagree with me on my style, points, facts etcetera.

so i'm not writing anything today (although coming to work by public transport just leaves me bursting to write about all the things that are just right with lagos state, and just wrong with people)...

one reader said he hates my blog because its a "doomsday column"...well, firstly, i didn't know i was writing a column (sounds fancy, maybe i should), and i don't recall ever writing a single bad thing about fashola (lol), but you know its all good right? another person set the records straight about my opinion on the impending deregulation of the petroleum sector and i appreciate the insight although i still maintain that the right thing done and the wrong time is as bad as the wrong thing done at the right time (if there's such a thing as the right time for a wrong thing, but you get the drift). i know a lot more people wish they could make comments directly on my blog page but i dont know how to aid you to do this without the hassle of registering on blogger.com.

so, i would just like to thank everyone for reading, and for the comments. its what makes me get better and want to go on. and maybe someday, make a career out of this. and yes, all of my experiences on my blog are real...its how ridiculous or unbelievable they sound that make them worth writing about in the first place.

see y'all around peeps.

P.S: I saw Whitney Houton's "I look to you" and Jay Z's "Blueprint 3" in traffic yesterday. I thought someone on TV said we were winning the fight against piracy in nigeria? yeah, right.

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