Dressed in a cute, lovely Dolce & Gabbana shirt, in an exquisitely hand sewn Xtrim pant trousers ,standing on a sexy black Dunne shoe, wrapped around a Giorgio Armani gold plated belt with a silver encrusted chain around my neck, fumbling around a gidilounge ready article while editing an already posted Facebook note, with my head yet above ‘Reality Check’, a Guy Kawasaki unputdownable book that was specifically brought for me from Arlington Texas along with a classic chronicle of articles on how to wow by FC Jones, while I ruminated on a hugely successful day at FESTAC having kissed a couple of bottles along with a legendary friend who could also easily turn out to be an African HipHop legend in years to come. My hand found enough space to scroll through the uncountable messages I received via several media on my birthday while my eyes caught a glimpse of a national award I received because I served with the greatest Jaycees you’d find anywhere. Folks that made me look like the legendary King Midas turning everything to gold…almost everything in our case. My mind was so distracted it took me a while to concentrate my thoughts but when I finally did, I realised my distractions were the tentacles of my dominant thought: My friends.

If I sounded like I was trying to show-off in the early paragraph, it’s because that’s exactly what I wanted to do but not necessarily with an intent to show my materiality but to let you into the fact that all of those things had nothing to do with my money. They have everything to do with my friends. From the several opportunities offered by you folks, to the material gifts ,to your overly expressed appreciation of my God given talents ,from the now constant mails of encouragement ,to the wall messages and to those folks who helped me to be the best person I could be as President and helping to achieve what several national presidents would have proudly advertised on CNN as dividends of democracy…all of those acts of friendship and love directed towards me since my early years to the end of a quarter and the beginning of a Golden adventure. You all have proved something to me: true loyal friends may be hard to find,but I am absolutely sure one of the reasons it’s that way is because I have an abundance of such, not by the numbers but by the acts. I am Blessed.

To all of those that sent one message or the other, through one medium or another and to those that couldn’t ,I say ‘THANK YOU’. If only this lazy thing in me would allow me visit each of you individually, but my printed words I hope will suffice. Some have been massive and consistent in showing me love and care , some have been unbelievably sexy with sharing everything…yeah everything. Of dead friends I do not know, but if true friends are dead then you guys must be immortal and that should make immortal too but because I can perceive the sweet savour of the blend of Issey Miyake from Dubai and Dior Homme from London that I decided to wear early on as I close in on a day I decided to remember the essence of it all. Don’t envy me, envy yourselves, My friends…*fully smiling now* THANK YOU PEEPS.

PS: A few folks have complained about never being tagged in my posted articles. I am sorry about that. While the initial writing involve the machinations of my heart and the chemical reactions in my brain (mostly the right side),the tagging is done by the irrational mechanical movement of my fingers. Still I am glad not being tagged doesn’t restrict your right to read and share your thoughts. Blye blye .