WHAT IS GOOD ABOUT THE FRIDAY???

Hey kiddo,

Now, before I begin this much-needed ramble of a thousand words per second, hasn’t this week just been one heck of a week? From the marauding earthquakes in the crazy world of football (Yes, I watch football and up The Gunners), to the gory news of deaths in the northern part of Nigeria and then to the wedding of the moment, Priscy and Juma, there has been so much to take in this week and I promise, it was so much to take, so bear with me as I ask you to be my ever-absorbing sponge and let my rambling words about my week be the water.

So first off, the impossible happened this week. On Wednesday, my football team did what the world swore, by all the footballing gods, past and present, would not be possible. Beating the great REAL MADRID, and guess what? By the very breath we take, Arsenal beat Real Madrid home and away. Permit this modest writer to find a teachable moment in everything. With all the noise, with all the naysaying that went on seven days prior to the day, with the nerves and the pressure that came with that challenging day, the said underdogs were not fazed by that. They came in, did their stuff, played their game and came out on top, home and away. Kiddo, stick to your guns! They tell you a challenge is too big? Take up that challenge and show up like they have never seen before.

The most exciting thing about the entire day was chatting up my assistant for some work assignment I had for him, only to figure out that he is also an Arsenal fan. To top it all off, that day was his birthday! I confess that I too did some impulsive transfer with the elation and joy that was coursing through my veins. Phew! Kiddo, argh… I wish you could see the excitement in my fingers as I type this, but phew. It was a day I won’t forget in a long time.

Then came the flood of sad news about so many people dropping dead like flies in the northern part of home. The most upsetting part of the entire circus of shame is the silence of the people who should be most concerned. From those who hold accountable positions to those who actually hold positions of influence that can be used to change the course of the narrative, all of them stay silent. It infuriated my blood and bones in ways I never thought possible.

There is little that many of us can do, but I know I can reach you, kiddo, and you will listen to me. If you see this and it concerns you, I humbly ask you to lend your voice to the campaign against the killings that have been ravaging the northern part of Nigeria. We really need to speak up together. I really hope you do.

Trust the week to not come to a close without a little bit of drama, internet buzz, and the latest mouth-watering Owanbe styles our Nigerian celebrities and their fashion designers can cook up.

In my mind, celebrity fashion designers must be cashing out big time when a celebrity wedding is coming up and the who-is-who is invited to the party. But then, Priscilla and Juma’s wedding has been all over my phone. In fact, I am sure I saw a touch of olive green from the corner of my office during a session today. It was that inescapable. But what a beautiful spectacle it was. And I wonder if there is any among us who felt any pressure to have their wedding as spectacular as that. I would ordinarily tell you that you should not let yourself be pressured, but I know you already know that.

But I will say this though. If you wish for glamour for any special day of yours, go for it, but not at the expense of your peace, your pockets or the peace of mind you deserve. That day of days will pass. You will remain. And lastly, if it’s your desire to be in the boat of that lifelong commitment, I speak out into the universe that you will find the beauty you are looking for in a partner. You will find the joy in that one person. But above all else, you embody all the good things you desire in a partner.

Well, kiddo, that's it from me. But before I go, congratulations to all my subscribers who passed their Bar exams at the Nigerian Law School. It was beautiful to see all your celebratory tweets on the X timeline.

Till the next rant of my pen, kiddo,

Accept all my warmth,

Dedoyin