Author - idolor

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February in review
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G.L.i.B
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A day in the life of an ideal
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Is that love in the air?
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I don’t know what to say the monkey won’t do
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January in review
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I resolve to…
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Christmas Chronicles: Two is company
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Christmas Chronicles: Boxing day bicycling
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Christmas Chronicles: Christmas day contest

February in review

Two months into the year and it’s brimming with activity; a lot has happened already. Buhari is still in London on an extended vacation. Is he alive? Is he dead? Will he return to Nigeria? When? The rumours are as rife as they are varied. While his vice, who seems to be working in the right direction is being compared to his go – slow principal. There was that protest Innocent Idibia (2Baba) instigated and pulled out of barely 48 hours before the scheduled date left a sour taste in some peoples’ palate. The protest went ahead to be staged all right (after all, it wasn’t about him but about the decline of the economy) but some believed it would have been bigger and more effective if he had followed it through. Boko Haram is still making its mark and causing chaos, anarchy, doom and now famine in Northern Nigeria, despite the army’s progress in curtailing their destructive tending. Corruption is still large – scale and in several helpings as more funds (in local and foreign currencies) are still being discovered in unusual hideaways – septic tanks, gutters of politicians’ houses. Let’s not forget the properties too – exotic cars, wristwatches, etc. And internationally, the Russia communication issue with the presidency’s people during the campaign; the subsequent resignation of a top government official; and the travel ban that caused not only an uproar online but physical protests around the world. Some of the countries affected retaliated, and it was award season in Hollywood. This upset attendance to the ceremonies, and presenters and winners alike made their stand known quite vocally. I can’t complete this without mentioning the major gaffe that occurred during the Oscars ceremony. La La Land instead of Moonlighting? Like Jimmy Kimmel said :”Personally, I blame Steve Harvey.” I couldn’t agree more. A black man did it first some years back; it was the turn of the whites this year. For me, February was short. Then I realized it was all of 28 days that ended on Shrove Tuesday (more about that in a subsequent post). I began”more

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G.L.i.B

The title of this post flashed, as though impatient to join the blog, while I read my first book of the year. Nora Robert’s Whiskey Beach, kicked off my reading this month. It has been a loooooooong while since I held a book authored by her. As I turned the pages of perhaps my first novel in six months, I realized I wanted to talk (or rather, write) about the books I’d be reading in 2017 as I did, and not just list all of them in one post at the end of the year like I’ve done in the past two years. To do that, I needed a title for the book category I’d be introducing on the blog; it was going to be a constant like the others before it – the institution, just the two of them, etc. Books I’m currently reading and my reading list were two possible headings that didn’t quite fit. Too pedestrian, I thought. Bookshelf also made a feeble appearance; it was the name of an online book reading club I belonged to. Nah, wasn’t that pilfering? Half – way through Whiskey Beach and pondering on the culprit of the main unsolved crime, g.l.i.b flashed and…kind of stuck. The more I thought about it, the apt it seemed. In name and purpose and…swag. Allow me present the latest addition to the blog – G.L.i.B (Getting Lost in a Book). This category will feature the books I’m currently reading (or have just finished reading) as well as my thoughts on them. It would be a review and recommendation of sorts. You will notice that the category’s title is dynamic and will be used not only to name the category but to describe some of its contents: G.L.i.B: Getting Lost in a Book G.L.i.B – bing: a book I’m currently reading G.L.i.B- bed: a book I have read Going to G.L.i.B: this is easy to understand, isn’t it? Now you see why it is as appropriate in name as it is in function? And to distinguish it from the same dictionary word (in spelling and”more

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A day in the life of an ideal

My dream: Wake up at 5a:m and perspire to Shaun T’s commands for about half an hour or more. Take a cold, refreshing bath, then pray for the day ahead. A glass of equally iced water (or two) is all I need to work for the next two, three hours. My work space is idyllic, serene, peaceful with the sound of nature blending into it. At 6.20 a:m, only a lone jogger pounds past the shady, running trail. The other human noise comes from the swishing movement of paddles’ contact with water as a couple kayak their way in the calm, flowing river right in front of me. Birds whistling, and occasionally gawking, signal the birth of another new day. And I, at the completely deserted shore, book and pen in hand, poised to write the morning and indeed my raging thoughts away. The gentle brush of breeze against me, a soft persuasion to begin the task I had set for myself. But first, I can’t resist watching the growing splash of golden brown spreading across the horizon, getting increasingly lighter as the sun begin its daily ascent to brighten the world. Then, lost in my craft and the beauty surrounding me, I begin to write. My pen fly across the pages as I hurry to match the pace of my thoughts with that of my fingers. I detour in what I had planned to write as new ideas form in consonance with the old, merging seamlessly, a delightful surprise. Did I just write that? I ask myself, smiling inwardly. Then I continue scribbling. Undisturbed. Uninterrupted. The sun rises and sets. The kayakers return to shore. More joggers pound past the trail. It’s only when my tummy growls do I drop my pen, and look up. I shield my eyes from the now blazing beam high in the sky. The time on my cell phone reads 11.30am and about seven missed calls. Five hours of solidly writing had produced a little more than 12 leaves of content. I had enough to update my blog as well as send off to”more

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Is that love in the air?

My afternoon school run return route boasts of three malls of varying sizes; two of them are cheek by jowl of each other while the third is a stone throw from its sisters. As I drive by in the opposite direction, the promise of the beginning of chaotic traffic is evident. Two lines of crawling cars, impatient maruwas and okadas jostling for the spaces in between and by the sides of cars while horns are blaring in dissonance. It’s always like this during festive/holiday seasons; today is no different. In the morning, I saw people wearing a touch of red in their outfits. Coincidental? Or deliberate? Some schools even asked that their students do the same. The children’s former school would got the whole nine yards -touch of red clothing, gifts for their Valentines (already chosen before the day). Not this new one though. Thankfully. Even the vendor close to the new school,one with whom I’m quite friendly with, had dropped not-so- subtle hints days before: “How the Valentine wan be na?” I also responded (cheerfully too) to the “Happy Valentine’s Day!” greetings I got. Everywhere – visually,verbally and audio-visually – I’m bombarded with this love day celebration. My mood towards all of this? Indifference. And to think that this time last year, I had big plans with my beau but had to cancel because he was physically exhausted from back to back, long – haul business trips that ended on February 13. Next year, was my answer to his: “What do you want to do for Valentine’s?” I reckoned we had many more days to celebrate. Taking a raincheck on one wouldn’t affect our love for each other. And here we are. Next year is staring us in the face. It’s today. And nothing. What a difference a year can make! Economic recession. Crazy exchange rates. A country taking one step forward and a million more backwards. Large scale corruption in very high and equally low places. Boko Haram. Security concerns. Still no constant electricity in 2017??? That man from the apprentice who became president. ISIS… I’m trying to”more

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January in review

At the end of each week, the Sky News Network airs a segment in their news broadcast titled Week in Review. An anchor (Jayne Secker/Anna Jones/Gillian Joseph) with two guests (the ever entertaining and engaging, Kevin Maguire and Andrew Pierce) dissect the biggest stories of the current week, highlighting their personal best and worst pieces of news. Borrowing a leaf from them, here is my month of January in review. Since it’s just me, please don’t expect much of a debate on the issues to be mentioned hereafter. These are just highlights and the pilot of this monthly update. There will be eleven others to sink my teeth into and give an in depth personal, technical or social analysis on. 2017 This month brought in the new year. Yay! I’m thrilled to see it. Epic gratitude.Thank you, Lord! Lax in writing, reading I’m hoping this would be the first and last time I lament about the above sub – topic. After completing Robert Greene’s Mastery earlier in the month, I”m yet to pick up another book. Or rather, start off 2017’s reading. Perhaps it would be wise to mention here that the delay is due to my reading list going through a major overhaul; this breath of fresh air is long overdue. In the meantime, loads of random articles are filling up the intellectual gap created. But truth be told, there’s nothing like a good book to take you places (especially unfamiliar, exotic locations). Related to this is my scribbling skills. No meaningful writing takes place if no meaningful reading has been indulged in. They both feed off each other. So my prompts have suffered a major setback as well as this blog’s entries. Sometimes though, I try to write past the block of blank in my mind by penning too many things at the same time but I almost always come up short, unsatisfied. Consulting jobs A week into the new year saw three jobs come my way on a lazy, blazing Sunday afternoon. And I asked God for just one! How disarming can His answer be?! Only two”more

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I resolve to…

Happy New Year! 12 days into 2017, I don’t suppose it’s too late to say that; after all, this is the first post of the year. Like bread and spread, day and night, a new year almost always goes hand-in-hand with resolutions. And for the better part of my lifetime, I was part of the crowd who made…and consequently broke them even before the second month of the year rolled on. Then one year,not too long ago, I remembered a statement made by a family friend on January 1st many, many years ago: “My new year resolution is never to make any new year resolution ever again.” My resolutions changed to a to do list; like the things I needed to accomplish before the end of a working day, week, month or year. Did it work? Did it alter anything? To an extent. I stuck to them longer and tackled them more ferociously; because it was a victory to tick off an accomplished item. At the end of the year, I wasn’t as pleased as I would have liked to be but I had made tremendous progress in my attitude, developing certain habits and reaching achievements as contained in my list. And that’s how it has been ever since, I tick more off my to do list than I’ve ever done with my resolutions. This year, however, I have just one item on my to do list. Dance. Through the fire, through my epic fails…I’ll dance. Through my tears, trials, triumphs…I’ll dance. Through speechless moments, and defining moments…I’ll dance. Through whatever come what may in 2017… I resolve to dance. It’s just the second week of the year and I’m already dancing. What about you?

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Christmas Chronicles: Two is company

It’s our sixth day, and even with the accompanying aches cycling brings to my body, I am still sticking to it, riding furiously and making the most of it while I’m here (making up for lost time). I’m cycling in the evenings as well. Not as long as the morning sessions because of the heightened distractions – people and automobiles and animals – but just as effective nevertheless. In the mornings, I have just the animals (goats and ducks) to contend with. On my second day of evening cycling, I took T along to the protest of the other children. My silent message to them: Go learn how to ride a bicycle properly. With T, I had to back pedal on my speed and length of the trail. While at it, I observed her reflexes and her awareness (and vision). She got a very good score on both. We were like a tag team, this mother and daughter duo – weaving through strolling humans, especially children; deftly dodging on coming traffic, breezing under the cover of the trees on the trails and drawing stares from all we cycled past. I take it it is a novelty to see a mother and her daughter cycling together, isn’t it? We should do it again tomorrow evening, T. To dispel of this seemingly new sight, get more out of the bicycles before we depart and, of course, spend more time together, bonding.

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Christmas Chronicles: Boxing day bicycling

In between the sand and grass, there are paved paths linking one another and some of the chalets, leading from one end of the resort to another. As always, my Shaun T. DVD was amongst my luggage but I had hoped not to use it while at the seaside. I wanted something different, and I did get something different. Bicycling. The resort had dozens for rent for the duration of our stay; we asked and received three – two adult – sized, one children – sized. It was still dark, about 5:55am with the harmattan chill fully in the air,when Jnr and I began riding through all the paved paths on boxing day. The last time I rode a bicycle was…I’m afraid I can’t even remember. The good thing though is that once you learn how to ride a bicycle, you never really forget. It’s almost like learning to drive a car. So it was smooth sailing(riding, actually) all the way. I wish I had discovered this the moment we arrived here. No crashes. No mistakes. Just easy – peasy riding. The aches and pains on my body came later on – after breakfast.

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Christmas Chronicles: Christmas day contest

I can’t remember the last time I swam – properly, effectively, consciously. Not that I can do it that well. I didn’t get to swim much while in the pool with the children on our first day here. My role and my brother’s was to ensure no one got hurt and we all left the pool the way we entered into it – happy, healthy, refreshed, alive and in one piece. So on our return, on the third day, to the pool, my brother and I were a little more self – centred. Indeed we kept an eye on the children but we were there for our own pleasures as well. In addition, my main concern, Chairman, opted not to swim; he stated he’d watch us. Something about the water being too cold and too deep. I am more of a badminton player than a volleyball participant.But there was a net in the pool, so volleyball it was. It started off between Jnr and I ; then a brother and sister joined us. A friendly game became a lively, fierce competition between two unassuming women and two confident men. A contest that drew a score – keeper amongst the children and quite a large crowd. In the end, just when the men were certain of a sure win, we sneaked up on them from behind and won the game. Yay! For a sport I have little or no love for, I thoroughly enjoyed it and did it a few more times after that.

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