I have added Philadelphia (Tom Hanks, Antonio Banderas, Denzel Washington) to the list of films you should not watch with company (do so at the danger of being labeled a sissy!). I survived most of the film intact until the scene at the end of the film when his family was bidding him good night at the hospital. Let’s just say the guy that broke down had additional company!

Whatever happened to Mila Jovanovich (joan of arc)! Surgery gone wrong or new mum? Saw her on TV talking about resident evil and she looked quite strange (to put it delicately). Bye bye to my fantasies.

Had a TGIF timeout at my office 2 Fridays ago. Now I know not to take 2 bottles of Gordon Spark at one sitting (or standing). I normally take maltina (or one of its competitors) but got only one bottle of that. So I took 2 Gsparks (before and after the Maltina). My gait was still steady but the effect

was still on 4 hours later. Luckily I could still act normal but felt like I should just shut my eyes forever. My head felt very strange!

I don’t take calls on Sunday. It’s my day for doing nothing.
I become one with all. I am as still as the air on a
boiling mid-july afternoon. I do not think about the past nor
ponder the future. iExist.
“Nobody here! Nobody here!” – my ringtone for Sundays. Raising
one unenthusiastic brow, iGlance at the number on the display.
It’s my private line – known to very few people. It must
be an emergency … iGrudgingly take the call!
“Hello Y, we have an issue here. It’s not within your JD but
we know you know the stuff. The vendor is unreachable,
and if we wait till tomorrow heads will roll. Please help!”
“How did you get this number?”
“Long story my brother, X Knows J’s friend K knows D who has M’s number …”
(iWill do some head-banging tomorrow but today iMust be calm,
it’s the only way to achieve the oneness iSeek)
Describe the problem to me, iCommand.
Unfamiliarity with subject shows through long-winded-round-about
explanation.
Problem rare but known solution exist in knowledge-base and the
google-verse (iNternet).
Check the system in 10minutes. Cut the line, tap the keyboard
of my modded laptop and it hums to life like some discarded
machine from the matrix. This is my world where I am “master
and commander”. iRASsed into the Cel-Plex and fix the
problem. iContribute to “Meet the Challenge”. iHappy.
The caller’s boss will call tomorrow. It’s nice to
be acknowledged from time to time. But too much publicity; too
much craving for fame and the oneness is lost forever. I am
the shadow behind the scene. iSolve. iExist. I don’t take
calls on Sunday.
Gradually I drift off again, oneness with-all within my grasp
… never been this close … my principles have been broken.
What is a man without principles … “Nobody he..” – iAwake.
iAgitate. It’s a THIRD of a ring. iGlance at number.
Bl**dy flasher! Now I take calls on Sunday …
what is a man without principles … iRephrase … I don’t MAKE calls on Sunday!
New principles iNstalled. iConceed. iAccept. iRelax. iTerminate processing.

Had another long dream yesterday
Found myself on Sanusi Fafunwa walking towards GTB . The CEO was ahead of me with 6, 7 or 8 people.
I guess power attracts. Some time later he must have noticed me because he asked if there was anything
he could do for me (friendly). I said no, that I just fell in when I saw people with him. Almost at
the bank, he asked what I did for the company (my function). I replied that I was responsible for the
UNIX infrastructure enterprise-wide. He then pointed to a younger man in front of us and asked if I
could “fix” him up. I had in mind to go through the process of asking what the man’s qualifications
were, and that there is only one entry level position in my unit etc but maybe because we were
already at the bank, we let it go.
The bank was curiously full of all sorts of people – even those you wouldn’t expect in such a place.
Cut to me being in the S.E.C. or some similar security organization. It seems I needed a letter to
travel or something. Anyway, the women attending to me said something about getting O.O (my former
boss to sign it or so). Cut to me and OAT in some out of the way un-tarred road pitted
with potholes looking like some forest road. Cut to my father’s former hospital which was
full of people but I got the impression he wasn’t the doctor on duty.
Cut to the CEO on a discussion of progress, “connection”, etc. He says “levels 20-18 – SSG.” “Levels 17-1 – open
cadre – no conduit” – he adds shaking his head – meaning its hard to “rise” and “no connection” etc. Hey, the man introduced me to his Janded-daughter – wink-wink. Ok, maybe I was starting to wake up here and my sub-conscious had taken over and was feeding wishful stuff into my dream-stream 🙂

Sometimes I wonder why go to the trouble of getting hitched, procreating, etc with death a certainity? But the hormones won’t let me be! They say it’s also part of life – experiencing all these things is part of being alive.

Some days ago I was piloting a helicopter in my dream. It was so vivid it was like an out-of-body experience. The helicopter was small so I could feel all the dips and turns. The only thing I close to it I can remember is a dream long ago in which I was flying through the air. It felt strange on both occasions but I wouldn’t mind a repeat 🙂  The helicopter dream was over some buildings in what appeared to be a field surrounded by dense lush forest.

1. Had a close shave on a bike yesterday. The “Okada” driver burst unto a main road checking traffic coming from only one direction. Luckily, the vehicle coming from our blind side wasn’t speeding, and not leaving anything to chance, I was flailing wildly with my right arm so that even if the driver chose not to see the rider, he would at least see me.

2. Went to eat in the canteen, and after a while I thought “thank God I don’t work in Customer Care, otherwise it’s straight to hell with the Devil scoring what’s tecnically known as an “assist” 🙂

Just about an hour ago, there was a fire alarm in the building where I was busy working on a server. At first I ignored it, but then someone shouted outside “everybody get out now!” I looked around quickly and for some reason the only thing I grabbed was my empty computer bag. I looked at the laptop, but thinking it would take too much time to pack it up, I left it there on the desk. In my other hand as I made my way outside I was seeping on a small pack of Chi Exotic Pineapple & Coconut Nectar. So there I was outside the building observing the melee until it suddenly struck me that I had left my phone outside – I was really “left holding the (empty) bag” by no other than myself. How smart was that?

Hey, Chi (the corporation) should pay me for the free advert above. They can make it a full advert – something along the line of “if your house is burning, don’t forget your chi! With your chi in your hand, nothing is impossible!” Video cuts to a man taking a flying leap out of a burning skyscraper, lands on the ground, without a scratch, takes a final seep of his chi, winks and walks off screen. “Why not seep-a-chi today?”

The problem with discussing anything that remotely classifies humans in terms of colour is that one is almost certainly going to be labelled a racist. I am almost sure that the philosophers would say that the fact that one even “sees” the existence of “color” implies that one is a racist. Having said that I love all people 🙂 Now to fan those embers a little bit …
Off the top of my head, I would have said that there will be a larger percentage of Africans (of all continents) in heaven than Caucasians. But then nothing is ever as simple as it looks. For example, altruism is almost foreign to “our” nature – we are all too busy seeking to make money at every other person’s expense. “We” have the largest number of churches and possibly the highest crime rates to go along with it. Piousness is restricted solely to Sundays and for that matter just the morning. On the other hand, large swats of caucasians have decided that there is neither God nor heaven.  So then, there is likely to be more or less the same percentage representation by numbers.  God help us all!

Hi All, this is my very first entry on my brand new blog. As a first timer using a blogging software, I have quite a lot of ground to cover. I used the installation instructions provided by the good folks at WordPress to setup this blog. Thanks to Yoru for the Blu3zin3 theme.

Pastor Eskor Mfon (March 18,1953 – April 30,2007) is gone but not forgotten.

Peace.