Haunted by my past

I was chatting wiv my friends on Whatsapp when suddenly a strange number sent an IM and it said "tolu hi" and i replied immediately, i do this (chatting wit strange numbers alot) because in the past i have misplaced my sim a whole lot of times and in different and strange ways but that is another story......... so i started chatting with this person hoping that it would get to a certain point when I would recognise the individual and after the usual inane pleasantries the person said "I know you don't know who is talking" and the first thing that cropped into my mind was "busted"   because the person was write and i answered in the affirmative(there was no use denying it since the cat was already out of the bag) and he then began to describe himself (at this juncture i knew it was a guy i was chatting with) and he said he was an AIESECer and he was from zaria (which happens to be my LC) and he joined AIESEC because of me this was nothing knew because i recruited my peeps into the organization by virtue of my position then he said he got my number from my successor and he decided at this point to give me a call. I actually liked the sound of his voice so i asked him if we had met and he said once a very long time ago and that though he wasn't on my campus, he met me at the social centre in my campus and that since then he could not stop thinking about me and intrigued i asked "why is that"  and he said i toasted him. That reply was so unexpected and i was trying to recall the incident but i couldn't so without missing a bit i replied that he must have been very cute because i don't toast ugly guys and he answered that he has his good moments ............... Anyway to cut a long story short we arranged a meeting and yes this guy was drop dead gorgeous and i felt happy with myself but we met in the company of friends and he got to know that he was not that special and I do it when am bored and am trying to amuse myself(friends and their big mouths) and we remained friends.....

Ungrounded Terror

Today was my portfolio assessment/presentation. For the past week I had fretted and sweated for fear of how today would turn out. I gave myself unnecessary worries concerning different issues I had already driven myself mad with different scenarios of how I messed up and how my whole law career was down the drain before it had even taken off. I saw different peeps memorizing different things from their logbook and this worsened my agitation. Finally I decided to do what I do best that is take everything in stride and adopt a nonchalant attitude to the whole matter in general. With that in mind I finally started to relax and I didn't even bother myself about anything infact the only thing I promised myself I was gonna memorize (how to move motions) I did so halfheartedly with the thought of winging it deep down in my mind!!! Today started on a dull note with lots of rain and I had to boil water for my bathe. The presentation was supposed to start by 9am and I was the third person on the list so logically I am to be there early but no I was strolled there some minutes past 9 I even forgot my I.d card in my room and had to go back to get it. At ten the two assessors strolled to the venue and the exercise commenced. By the time it was my turn I was back to painting horrible scenarios in my head because eveyone sounded so prepared for it. Den I entered the classroom and I was entering I said to myself what the heck I am a pro at coming out of tight corners unscathed its time to work my "Teelops" magic again. And I said a short prayer ( its at times like this I tend to remember that am a practising christian) I pasted a huge smile on my face and managed to utter an audible "good morning sirs". So I submitted my logbooks and was given a form to fill while they (the accessors) perused the logs. And one of dem said ..... To be continued....

      Like most of the gadget inclined people of this country, i found out about the ill fated June 3rd Dana crash on my phone. I was shocked so i went to the living room to inform my grandma and we confirmed the whole sad story on the News. I heard about different people on the flight and their different stories. i also heard about people who missed the flight and how close a shave it was for them.
      By Monday Noon the shock had started wearing off after i repeatedly committed the bereaved people into God"s hands. By 4pm I was almost normal as i started clearing up to close from work. Then my phone rang!!! I saw that it was a call from my mom and my mind was already racing with what atrocities i might have unknowingly committed again. The sombre tone of my mom's voice further confirmed that i had erred her yet again however I now wish that was the case. My mom informed me that her elder sister's husband happened to be in the crash. I struggled to picture his face but came up with nothing. So i got the address and headed for the residence.
      On my way there, was when it hit me the last time I had seen my cousins was when i was in SS1 and despite my mom's efforts to reunite us i had always avoided a reunion. Even though I could have gone to see them at any time within the last six years i just always postponed it. Now i am forced to go and pay condolences and I am no different from all the strange faces trooping into their residence to utter a few words of consolation to them. Only my aunt and the first born recognize me and i feel grossly uncomfortable because this "reunion" was not as i pictured it.
     I have been to their house  thrice in the last three days and suddenly there is time to go and see them now when there wasn't before. This has taught me a great lesson and from henceforth i would make sure that I always make a little bit of time for my family and friends, so that i wont have to wait for tragic news reunite us again ......