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March 06, 2026

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A Story to Tell...

Sometimes, I have a story to tell. It has nothing and everything to do with me. By reason of being its author and because it is not about me. Or should that be the other way around? Anyway, writing is cathartic for me and so I decided I would write and ignore everyone who reads me and decides what I am writing about, whether they are right or wrong. I will not bother to entertain whatever they choose to do with my stories. I am bursting at the seams with these stories because I have tried to play the adult and not put stories out because they are sometimes misread (make that always). The audacity of the ones who think they know what my stories are about never ceases to amaze me. As is famously said online, ‘are you me’? How do you dare to police my story? If I say it is mine, why contest it? And if I say it is not mine, where do you get off insisting it is? Anyway, I have decided to take my power back and not allow you stop me from sharing my stories for two main ...

ReUnion!!!

It is today. Day 1 of 3. The Reunion. A gathering of about 80% of those with whom I shared a period of time that was as exhilarating as it was stressful, as promising as it was challenging and was the season that birthed our introduction to a profession that we have now practised for the last 30years! UI DVM Class of 95! We gather in UI to celebrate 30years of being Veterinarians. Plying our craft in different areas of a vast field of knowledge and practice. Mostly as Vets but also as different things and bossing it all! The days leading up to today have been filled with making decisions about what form the reunion would take and I have been so blessed with a front row seat to happenings. I make bold to say we have been marvelously helped and as much as lies with us humanly, we are ready. We have a whatsapp group chat and as soon as we started preparing, there have been very many reasons to laugh. Things have however reached a peak in the days leading up to this d...

Mardi Gras 2012

I wish I really went to Mardi gras! Truth is, I did not! What I did was to traipse around Bourbon street which I had not stopped wondering about since I first heard about. I have seen parades, the stuff of real dreams or nightmares, not many rival the floats of Nottinghill in London and I had been subjected to them again and again. I therefore was not that interested in the krewes. I wanted to see the only ingredient that I hadnt seen before and that was Bourbon street on Fat Tuesday. So, woke up determined to be good and work, and work worked or it did until my sister called to tell me about the great Jamaican place at which she would be getting a to-die-for oxtail lunch. Then it went south becos at that time, I was yet to get breakfast(what? dont judge me, its not every day I feel like work!). Anyway, I was still trying to score a ride into New Orleans but knowing my ride-giver, he would do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted but I had tools he knew nothing about. So I ...

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