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Journal of the journalist next door

OK, so seriously i have been on my toes since I ran off. Didn't remember to mention there was an inaugural lecture in the offing, you know the one now? The one where a professor gives his official presentation and contribution to knowledge from earlier and ongoing research abi?...good, that one. So I was billed to cover the lecture alongside my colleagues and as usual was scheduled to attend to members of the fourth estate of the realm from outside my establishment. Hmmm, na so o. Off I went and out into the Unit's shuttle vehicle like a lightening bolt as I was running behind time. In Nigerian term, sharply I was there and began putting my "house" in order as time ticked away quickly. Suddenly, from my well  positioned corner my boss flags me and its few minutes to when the procession makes its way in. I rush up and he calls me by my first name...when he does that he wants something he believes in me for. So I knew at once I had to deliver on this one. The thing is this, when the mace is raised and the procession approaches, no one is allowed to break the protocol and here I was with barely minutes to get the names of senior staff representing absent colleagues on the procession. O boy! That was when I knew Husien Bolt had left a part of him in me. Lol. I literarily fled. You know that point where you take off and don't know how and where to?...lol. That was the scene. My black toned wedge peep toe shoes weren't as friendly as I had envisaged, or so I thought because with each dive I made the shoes seemed like they were to pull, though eventually arriving the scene amidst gestures and courtesies. Did I mention that while this was on, my mind kept asking me to slow down before I fell. Luckily I did listen but somewhere amidst the chaos I bumped on a table....it hurt but hey, it was just a leg or so i thought. Lol. Wasn't funny at all. Voices came in from all quarters asking me to take it easy. I got a bit embarrassed but took a cue from that, not until i had in the midst of the ups and downs unassumingly began to provide "off key" (out of context) answers to every and anything said, even up to greetings though. Then i sat, as I sat, a call comes through and I have to run again. Passing the information from the call to my boss who was sitting right behind me didn't turn out as I would desire. It was a marching one. So I fled yet again! Off to the chief executive's office. This my job sha! Crisis was brewing and had to be managed. And yeah, we did return to the office after the lecture to publish a Special Release containing information on the issue threatening the peace of the establishment. By this time I had held my family to ransom as it were, waiting for me for hours unend. On arrival home, some of the stuff I had been given in the office had toppled, burst and poured...what a day! I just want to sleep. Good night...

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