Rushed off my feet

Things are moving at a ferocious pace, my workload has blossomed like an Ebola virus on speed, I have stacks of files to read and the only way I'll get to read them is by reading them when I get back home at 8pm, I go out at lunchtimes to look at property I can live in, my car is coming any day now and I have nowhere to park it, but...God is in control.

I have a plan which involves writing stuff and putting on here so the timelines may be out but it's still all interesting stuff, so here's one I wrote earlier...enjoy

Abeg, make I jist you about the 50th I went to over the weekend
Saturday, and I had two social events lined up for the evening. A bbq for my cousin’s wife in the afternoon and a 50th birthday celebration scheduled for the evening.

The BBQ was nice and laid back, bbq chicken, light food, drinks and chat, nothing too heavy to get in the way of my expected feasting later in the evening. I came with a friend and by the time we left, it was already 7pm. The evening event had a start time of 6pm, but hey, this is Nigeria and I didn’t expect things to kick off till at least 9.

Rushed back to the house to change from light bbq wear to heavy 50th party wear. Fine shirt, fine suit, fine shoes. I was ready for this 50th in Lekki with the thought that anyone who was having a party after 50yrs on this earth must have amassed enough wealth to drown us in food, drink and good time. My friend hadn’t planned on taking me to the second event but as my escorts had abandoned me for not reporting on time and I needed to be at this 50th, I begged and pleaded and coerced him to drop me off at the event. We negotiated past the guards at the gated estate and I blagged my way past the guest list which I was surprisingly not on, considering it was the brother of the host who invited me. Anyway once we got into the estate, you could hear the music blaring from down the road (if you were a neighbour, you either join in the party or go off for the weekend). Anyway, my friend was in a hurry to get home before it got too late so he dropped me off and I strode in...

Goodness...
I was over-dressed in just a suit and a shirt. I had been expecting ball gowns and fine traditional wear but everyone was in scruffy looking t-shirts and the like, looking like they were passing through on the way to see the new plot of land they had just bought for N100m. People were sweating profusely as they danced to Yauuuuu and other such highlife songs. I couldn’t believe how different it was to what I had expected. I got in the house and asked for some brandy and was passed an un-opened case of Remy Martin VSOP Red Label to go and sort out, then I asked for some food to line my stomach and was directed round the corner of the house where the lady with her food coolers (no fancy trays, but food coolers) told me that there was only Ukwa (a very local food) left. Well I had to line my stomach as you recall I had not eaten much all day in expectation of this event so there I was with my ukwa washed down with expensive brandy surrounded by profusely sweating dancers and tables full of MUMM and Moet&Chandon Champagne and Remy Martin bottles littered everywhere as if they were bottles of beer. Veerrryyy interesting. A good night none the less...