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Hello everyone, Bubari came in few minutes ago and I received the inspiration to give you the major highlight of year 2022 valentine’s day. If you are looking for gist, there is no gist. The day dragged slowly as I kept thinking to myself “shey for real for real, I won’t receive a call from someone saying we have a delivery for you” Now, don’t get me wrong. I got a call from a dispatch rider and I did receive gifts but not that “special” gift I was looking for. It was all fun and laughter as the day came to an end with some of us laughing at our predicament of zero “special” gifts and my wonderful employers teasing the ladies who did not receive an array of presents. On my drive home at about 9pm, I had given up on the hope for a special present until my phone started to buzz. Finally, a strange number was calling. I thought to myself “who is this romantic person calling, maybe they decided to surprise me by giving me a fantastic ending to my day”. I hurriedly picked up the cal...

It was a couple of weeks ago when I blurted out to Bubari that I haven’t received valentine’s gift from “lovers” or “crushers” in years. Bubari is my amazing sister sister, friend, yellow paw paw wakabout colleague and she is one of those people that gets the gist straight away. She asks me what I want and I said “Jewellery from Tiffany’s and White Lilies”. I take it a step further by posting pictures of what I want on WhatsApp. Some people got the gist some did not. I am working late tonight and tell Bubari that we should throw a party for those of us who don’t get asked out on Monday night. Karoke in the conference room with fries, fish and white wine. She immediately agrees that it is a splendid idea but shortly after says “Funke, I just want you to know that if I get asked out, I won’t be attending the conference room hangout” we both burst out in laughter and I think about how pathetic it must be that just so you don’t feel alone you throw a party at the office to dance away th...

  The minute she sat beside me; I took a brief look at her. She was tall and dark with beautiful eyes. She reminded me of those tv stars who tried so hard to conceal their identity in public space. I felt the need to cooperate by not making her uncomfortable, so I pretended like she didn’t exist and kept glaring at my phone.   I had no messages. A few seconds after, I hear her say something. I wasn’t sure if she was speaking to me so I waited again, just to be certain. “Can I see what you are reading?” she asked. Was the superstar talking to me? Yes she was. She asked to see the book in my hand. It was “Will” by Will Smith and little did I know that Will Smith was about to give me an invaluable gift. No, she wasn’t a tv star (not yet), but our conversation spanned over 15 minutes or more. We talked about literature, lack of sleep in Lagos, lack of hustle in Abuja, work, more literature, career, church, money, relationships, investments, literature again and everything in-b...