simply oroque's view

I have been on leave for about a week now and had decided that this time, I would not broadcast it on my blog. I was hoping that I will get a complete shut out by just plugging out of everything…and no, everything does not include facebook. And so just this past saturday, I stumbled upon the fact that it was actually the birthday of a wonderful friend of mine - Chinene. She being one of the few people in my life who’s presence is so silent, and yet most powerful towards influencing my actions. I recalled with pride, for the first time to a worldwide audience, how she actually used to be so happy to have me drop by at their family house (unannounced and always hungry) and she and her brothers would welcome me as if they’d known me all their lives. I never for once felt out of place with them. This then brought to my mind the thought of all the people who have actually fed me at one time or the other… especially through my difficult university years (thanks Gabriel and Yinka, you guys...

i remember two years ago, when i had retired into my sleep at about 10pm, and a close family friend came knocking (and ringing my phone off the hook) to tell me that his wife was in labour. this is a couple that had spent 4 years of marriage trying to conceive (i often wonder why legitimate couples struggle to conceive while layabouts get pregnant especially when they don't want it, but hey, another of life's ironies). his wife is so lovely and a really great person who helped my sister and i settle in quite well, when we first moved back home after such a long time in Abuja. so, he was there to seek our financial assistance as it had become an unusually protracted labour and they needed to buy some additional medical supplies and all. fortunately, my sisters boyfriend (now my brother in law) was there that night and had enough money on him to salvage the situation. naturally, we woke up the next morning and flew to the hospital to behold the new bundle of joy. everyone was sm...

it has been so busy lately, that i cannot even begin to think about it. as i write this, i am smack in the middle of my 8th Agreement in 2 days. you know, those very complex contracts that you have to pay attention to and cover all the possible things that could happen in future. not cool. but hey, i guess i have to earn my salary...and i have no complaints about my salary. so there. i havent even had a moment to observe goings on around the world and in nigeria. there was a bomb blast in abuja on independence day, and the way the government is not letting the matter die, is impressive. i hear some folk are trying to politicize the incident as elections are due next year, but i hope to God that it is a one-off incident that will never occur again. like i said in an earlier post, nigerians are copy masters, and once it appears possible to implement a vice and get away with it, it suddenly becomes the rave. we have come from forging naira notes, to cutting human parts for rituals, to...