PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

At 22:32pm what else should I be doing other than downing gin & tonics like they’re going out of fashion, whilst listening to my home-made “best of” NOFX compilation? Well, for starters I probably should be sleeping, considering I have to get up at the inhumanely crack of dawn of 6:30am, to catch a flight to the featureless Nigerian “city” of Kaduna, to conduct a “site inspection”. Already had a primary site inspection today (which I also filmed for good measure – our client tends to continuously stretch the truth with the all-familiar words “it’ll be ready in a couple of weeks”, so it’s good to have the extent of the lie on tape) of the next Lagos site that’ll eat up the better part of my freedom for the next 18 or so months - unless, of course, I get my foot in on the Italian market.



It’s funny you know… my agent sent me an email last week regarding an Internet job advertisement by one of his competitors. He asked me to enquire about the job, to find out more details as to where in the world it was being offered, rates & conditions etc. After procrastinating for a week (hey, it just wouldn’t be my style to follow through immediately! I have my identity to protect! :oD) I finally sent off an updated CV to the advertiser. Roughly fifteen minutes after I pressed the virtual “apply now” button, I got a call from the said agent, just as I was leaving the office and having my car routinely searched for stolen laptops. He seemed very interested in securing my employment and told me he’d phone back on Monday with more details. From what I could extract during our short intercontinental conversation was that the deal was basically the same – airfares, accommodation & local travel paid for, it was just the monthly rate which was negotiable; something which he was going to negotiate with the employer (seeing I had just disclosed my current cushy salary). The job is located in Italy, and hey, if I can get the same deal I have here I’m on the next plane out of this shit hole…



I’ve never been to Italy, but I can imagine the wealth of culture stored in museums, churches, architecture and general history. A far cry from the soulless existence of Lagos, Nigeria. Another funny thing – late last year, as a bunch of us consultants were pondering over one too many beers about signing up for ridiculously over-priced contracts in Iraq, I jokingly told my supervisor that Nigeria would become the “next Iraq”.



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sorry… just had to take a little break… wrote a poem… and half a letter to K****, so it wasn’t just time in vain…



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damn… lost the train of thought

goodnight!