Fellow Naija bloggers,

As you all know, I have been blogging for quite a well and during this time I have come to know all kinds of people through blogging. Some have been fun to know, others not so fun and quite a few have been amazing. One of these amazing people is Akin who perhaps has one of the oldest blogs on the Naija circut(by the way, I can't for the love of God understand why his blog, even after all these years has never been nominated even once for a Nigerian Blog award, totally crazy, men, and by the way I nominate him every year).

Akin's blog is one of those few blogs that you can see just how crazy life can be. There are no rules in life. Anything can happen and one can't even say "why"? cos before you have even come to terms with your new lot in life, life just continues leaving you far behind, still wondering what the hell happened.

I read his blogs when he was successful, doing great, traveling, living life.

I read his blogs when he got sick, alone, in a foreign hospital and with nobody around him.

Reading his blogs, I wondered how he would get through with his cancer treatment, all alone in an apartment. I was struck by his courage and pride in going through what I imagine the toughest time of his life alone and with such dignity too.

Things never really got back to how they used to be before his illness. He has lost everything he has worked so hard for.

But life is not done yet it seems. I just read Akin's blog and he is going to be homeless pretty soon.

I don't know if any of you can do anything but maybe there is somebody out there who can, one never knows. I can at least put this out there and hope that there are still amazing people in blogville. Please read his blog and see how you can help.

Thank you.

Love,
Waffy.

and the year was 1988...

 I remember when every woman I knew used to sing this song...ha ha ha...Damn, it was like an anthem.

Woke up this morning and just started humming it for no reason at all...

Cool...

Cool day.

Spent most of my morning at the hospital. Eye stuff.

Hospitals always reminds me of just how fragile we all are. You see old people, kids, all kinds of people that surely do not deserve to be there and you wonder why I should think I should be so special in life.

Why me?

Why not me?

I feel quite lucky. But why does it take a hospital trip to remind me of that?

I am living in a country where they actually do check up on me when I miss my check ups. Somebody actually takes the time to call me. Giving the level of anxiety I get whenever I have to go to the hospital, I am always grateful to the nurses over there. You can not imagine how kind they all are to me. If they had to hold my hand, they actually will. I am such a big baby with this eye business. You can't imagine. Its very embarrassing...

And the doctor, who despite all my resistance, still makes the decisions he needs to make.

I could not really ask for more at this moment. I am very lucky.

Another eye operation scheduled for August. Not looking forward to it, but hey, at least I am not gonna need a cornea transplant...so lets celebrate.

Come on now, be proud...

I was feeling a bit sorry for myself yesterday. Although I really have nothing to be sad about. I am okay, I am doing fine. Life is cool.

I am doing the things I want to do so I can't really complain about anything.

A bit lonely, but then again, its always there, somewhere, on some level so that cant be the problem...I have lived with it for so long that its  become a  part of me, part of who I am. I am always "a bit lonely".

I tried to write but nothing would come. What is really disturbing me? I just know that I feel like crying but I still haven't cried. The problem is, I am not sure why I want to cry. A friend of mine called me yesterday and the first thing he asked when I answered the phone was "what's wrong?". I told him there was nothing wrong cos I am not sure myself, what the matter is.

At night, I could not sleep, so I watched comedy stand ups on youtube.

Now, its a new day. I have to get out of this somehow, listen to music, write, do something productive. Feel strong again...

Yeah, yeah...

From the open window I could hear the glad chants of the Spanish fans. On TV was a film.

In my heart was nothing.

I do not need this to be happy.

Tomorrow I will wake up and life will go on.

They must come true...

All these dreams...