Journal of the journalist next door

...was too tired to share last night I just plunged in my bed and in no time I was asleep. I had a pretty early day...got the kids ready and dropped them off at school. People had started settling in to work when I arrived to the news of one of my favourite's redeployment from my Unit. Really, it took me time to accept it and guess what, it affected my mood instantly, so much that my colleagues began to ask me what was wrong but I couldn't furnish them with answers as the establishment's management had the right to deploy and redeploy anyone at anytime and to any Unit...lol. So I worked hard at looking bright, had a soft make over and began chatting people up. I had been selected on the team to receive the Resource Verification Team from the Federal Capital Territory, Abuja, Nigeria and yes it was good timing so I ran off. The stairs to the Chief Executive's office no be here o. So we climbed amidst lamentations. Arrived the venue of the first meeting panting. Waited to be addressed and finally the meeting got rescheduled. These people sha...lol. Back at my desk I had to start developing memos, racking my brain to deliver to time, needless to mention that I took up a part-time photography job simultaneously...lol. Don't go there, don't go thinking it through. The Unit's photographer was away on official assignment somewhere else so we needed to fill in and the boss had picked me. I had to fill in in addition to my schedule. Enheh, u get now. Lol. Am still working all of those out in my head and representatives of a popular newspaper (name withheld) come unannounced, unbooked bearing publications for the library. Who rejects free gifts? Lol. So I began making calls to see if I could get a professional photographer and none would take the call. Just when the tension was building and my name going off a million times in a minute from my "Oga at the top", I asked myself "but kilo se phone e?" (but what is wrong with your phone).Then I borrowed myself brain as we say in Nigerian pidgin language, picked up my phone and moved swiftly to cover the event. It was brief and colourful. The photographs? I'll tell you about those soon. The evening set in and we were invited again for the earlier rescheduled meeting and yet again I reverted to the famous "Peter Obey". Getting the right angles were as frustrating as failing one's sum in class but I struggled through particularly as I didn't have a proper camera. The day went on from there, one paper work to another which left me drained. At the point I turned in the photographs, I wrote myself off, lamenting how I barely had training in photography. To my chagrin, I got the boss' call while I was at dinner with my family to give the " verdict" as he would call it. " Let me ask you a question and I need your honest opinion. Do we still need this man...(stammering) this man...rather than making a case for him, I think we can make do with what we have in-house" he said. So I asked which man sir? To my surprise, he mentioned the Unit's photographer. I got the joke and burst out laughing. Then he came in clear terms and said " the photographs I see here are professional and impressive. This is what I call photography. Good job!". Oh boy! All the tiredness disappeared and I went to bed on top of the world. You know, there is nothing like being appreciated by your superior. It hypes your morale...catch ya later