Tuesday, July 31, 2012

This Morning...

The Irresponsible...

The events of 'This morning' reminds me of some of the crazy stuffs I did in my teens. Like; Smiling at gun point (I wasn't being attacked, it was just a deadly mistake). Like; Threatening my chemistry teacher over a disagreement about Ethanol's chemical compound (weird and geek shit!). This was the same teacher that could not explain why c is squared in  Eistein's popular energy-mass formula (E=mc2). Like; Telling a policeman who stopped me for a damage headlight, "If you get into this car, I'll take you to the barracks." I meant the Army barracks (Brat life [coming soon]). It can easily be translated into telling the cop who wants to arrest you that you will have him arrested. He buckled. I had no ID, no papers and a fucked up headlight. I was on my way to go for a show, a show that I stole the car to go see...

Then I went to study engineering in college and most of the fun was under the influence. Consciousness overshadows the crazy free spirit. After graduation still no fun...

Back to;
The Irresponsible...

I woke up this morning knowing fully well that I won't go to work because mondays are busy days in the office and I don't rush anything. If they really require my skill(s), they will always call. I completed the previous blog post. I peeped into my wallet and counted a little over three thousand naira. I should have worried, but I wasn't because, I would be paid my allowance this week (unlogical, hopefully and  for the work I don't do. I had enough money to spare but no where to go. I was thinking of going to register with NSE (Society of Engineers) so I can be more independent, get jobs on my own and progress and get familiar with Engineering. I changed my mind about that, as I didn't know the office and had lost the complimentary card the secretary of the society gave me. I thought about going to look for a secondary school to adopt and talk to its kids about 'Abstinence' (I volunteer under a Reproductive Health Programme to help spread the word! Word! Not spread up till this moment). I wasn't ready for that and most schools were closed for holiday. I left the house and dropped a piece of cloth (African mothers would give you stuffs like this from time to time) to be sewn with a tailor who didn't understand the style I wanted. The city center is about a hour from my abode. I was in it by eleven and still no destination locked in. I went to Sherator Hotel to go see how swimming is coordinated, I have not swam in months. I got the info I sought and a weird idea. 'I should go to the top of this building and view Abuja, I have nothing to lose.' Apparently, security (armed soldiers and private company owned) and other staffs don't bother you if you are on the phone. I climbed the stairs twelve floors up and on the thirteenth floor, the roof, I was expecting someone to be behind the door, but it was empty. I walked past the air conditioning and heating systems room to the roof...


Yellow roof: Mosque...
Red roof: Cathedral...

I took some pictures. My blackberry was not a gift, I bought it for all purposes possible. I didn't stand close to the edge though...
I left the sky viewing platform to seek more interesting activities. I went two floors down and found a room with its door open. One of the biggest hotels in the country leave their rooms open!. Nice. I entered into the recently vacated room (it had just being cleaned). My assessment told me a night there may cost me a month's pay. So I decided to hangout for free. When someone comes and breaks the door down, I'll cook up a convincing excuse for my presence in the room. Never happened...
The balcony had a good view, but it gets old with time. I didn't put on the tv or use the phone. I took some supplies, left the room. I took a newpaper off a door (room 1123, I know my room number too) knob nearby, left the hotel...
I saw a chinese family going in as I was going out. They looked tired. I wondered if they get my room, would they notice any abnormality? like a running tub, an open bacony door and missing supplies? doesn't matter...


I did not lay
 where
I did not lay...


Across the street, I went into a nearby art village to window shop. All those masks. Beads. Cloths. Paintings. Sculptures. I watched an artist paint and asked him if he would paint a potrait of a friend for me. He said "depends on your money"...


He said I should not show any of the pictures to other artist or they will copy it...

I went on to the cinema (behind the art village) to see what more damages I could cause. Fortunately, they had no new movies. There was no need sneaking into a theater to watch a movie that you have seen...

2 comments:

  1. Ja... Ja..bbarding
    Absolutely Jabbard

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  2. Abeg, please always write your names after your comments so I know who to credit...

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