Two things happen in life.
Shit and magic.
Some kick shits.
Some create magic.
Well, I saw magic.
I yawned lazily Saturday morning, not sure of what the day holds.
I was supposed to be at Osogbo in the State of Osun for a friend’s wedding.
I however didn’t make it due to a last-minute change of itinerary.
So, I ‘hung-out’ in my apartment, switching between reading, sleeping, PC time, and of course, mobile moment.
I reflected on Project Cohort and how it will shape the Eko Innovation Centre narrative. I thought about the Friday BetWay strategy session with Demola, Bryan, and Donald. I mused over how we cracked the content code and the Twitter campaign schedule. I even flashed back to how I lived on junks throughout the day. Then I drifted off to sleep and was skyrocketed far away into the dreamland.
My phone rang and I came back to mother-earth.
I wasn’t expecting that call.
This guy was supposed to be thinking of his honeymoon, daydreaming of diving into his new bride with all reckless abandon.
But he had other plans.
It was the groom that had just gotten married at Osogbo.
He was sending a bearer of good news that was very close.
I can’t wait.
I read my last Facebook post and replied to a few comments.
I also chatted with Stellar flying into Lagos from Kano.
Then my phone rang again.
The carrier of the message was at my gate.
I rushed out in curiosity.
Then I received a white package.
Behold.
Three bowls of party rice and meats were dispatched from Osun State.
I opened my mouth in awe.
Wondering how some people were simply awesome.
And how they simply make little things a big deal.
I’m in Lasgidi yet enjoying party rice from Osun wedding.
Almost in real-time.
Then I learned something.
If you want to do it, you’ll always find a way.
And if you don’t want to, there’ll always be a reason you can’t.
Where there’s a will, there’ll always be a way.
In Lasgidi, magic still happens.
#EKO
