Time they say is a thief of opportunities, after a couple of months in the gulag of inactivity the effervescent spirit of blogging returns with a vengeance and a renewed vigour. The inactivity may have had its desired effects; I have since developed an apathy to Nigeria’s intransigent system of government. I am no longer worried that more than 70% of Nigerians live on less than $1 a day; I am not bothered that Madam Patricia Etteh, allegedly one of Nigeria’s chief servants has chosen to use the entire budgets of several smaller African states to furnish her “official residence”. Don’t remind me about the hostage situation in the Niger Delta. Is the chieftain of Amala politics still holding the people of Ibadan to ransom?

I have stopped watching the news from Africa, there is nothing to watch besides famine, war, corruption, poverty and electioneering fraud. Like the retired farmer from Otta, I don’t even bother to read the newspapers again. There are more important matters of national security to attend to; the ministry of women affairs!

Serena Williams almost conspired to ruin my primetime tennis night, a combination of sluggish movement, ridiculous rash of unforced errors and a nonchalant approach to her Qfinal match ending in a 1-6 second set thrashing all combine to ensure I’m not going to be enthusiastic to see her play in another grand slam anytime soon. The piece of horsecrap she calls her hair? Ah that is the subject of another unbeweavable blog post!
While almighty Rafa teaches David Ferrer a tennis lesson, I lie in bed plotting the next strategy to deal with a belligerent colleague at work. I used to think gossip was the sole preserve of women; alas this guy absolutely puts all Iya Basira’s to shame!

I met a very cute chic on the first day of classes today. . . the fall semester is gearing up to be fun afterall!