Being Nigerian is not easy especially when it involves sitting amongst Nigerian men who are ALL football analysts. In my midst, sat coaches, players, technical advisors, water boys, reserves, etc. Every one hurling one thing or the other at the TV screen. The host of the day, in his Ngerian T shirt, kept us fed and drunk. At least, I got drunk. There was really nothing to do but amuse myself with the anthropological study of men and football. However, I have to admit that I did get into the game as well. I managed to shout a few times with excitement so I am quite satisfied with my contribution.
I was driven home which must have been a good thing cos I dont remember the drive.
I just woke up. It is 3:43 am. I have a message on my phone that says :"I got home safely. Nice to see you again. Good night". It must have been the nice guy that drove me home...
Please Lord, I hope I did not run my mouth too much in that drive. Even if I did, I hope I did not speak in a condenscending way to the man. Also, I really hope I did not laugh in a mean way at anything he said or did as I am wont to do when drunk...
P.S: and also Lord, let Jaycee not get disappointed with my liquor habits...
Somebody say Amen...
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And so after my perusing of your prayer, I smile and close my eyes, and then I say a very sincere "Amen."
I wish Nigeria won. *smiles*
Waffy,
I wish you peace throughout this week. Whenever your heart is troubled, in will come peace! You wait and see.
Oh No you do not get of that easily dear, lol.. Like I'm any better! Uunhnnn, Getting the side glance, aint I?
I'm glad you had fun dear..
Don't worry, anything said under the influence is as good as forgotten and saved to the archives for jokes and all..
Take care dear..
But the Naija guys sure played a good game..
oh but that match was so interesting
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