My friend Ibee and his bloody ass Leftist cult

 

Best birthday wishes Ibee, in your lifetime and next season to be precise, Mikel Arteta will lead Arsenal to the premier league title. Stay jiggy bro. (Photo credit: Phada)

Welcome to April, it is the 91^st day of my 365 days journey and at the time I started, I didn’t think I’d be faithful with this project to date. Three months and counting, I’m proud of myself and I can only take this in my stride and let it propel me to continue.

Today I’m taking stocks, I’ll touch base with my friend Ibee, yesterday was his birthday and I’d planned to celebrate him on this blog but I had to share a piece of precious information and the two couldn’t coexist, hence the shift to today… Belated birthday wishes to you Ibee of the bloody-ass Leftist kingdom.

It’s been a rollercoaster year for lots of reasons and I can’t even complain. Normal is boring, right? There’s beauty in occasional chaos sometimes but when the rain turns into a hurricane, it might be time to press the panic button, I live in Nigeria and you have an idea of how things are here… I digress.

Work has been interesting, frustrating, and exhilarating at the same damn time. I’m in a line of profession where nothing stays the same, where your thinking of yesterday wouldn’t make it past the moment and you have to go again, that’s why I love it by the way…

Health has been dramatic but I live above it. The eye surgery episode is well and truly behind me now and we’re on to the next challenge; sleep issues have been wavy, Gbemi’s concoctions have been doing magic but I ran out of it already, I probably have to find another way around that now.

There’s a big announcement coming up, nope… I’m not getting married, wait for it. No one is asking how I’ve been coping with the incessant power problems, well it rains everywhere so let’s all deal with it the best way we can, and after all, we’re all our own Power ministers.

I met Ibee in 2013, of course in an Arsenal group. It was a buzzing WhatsApp group but it soon became dramatic. They started dating each other and football-related topics soon got toxic, and in no time, we both found ourselves in the famous Naija Pundits group.

We’re both in another Arsenal group, we’re on opposite sides because he belongs to the Leftist team – Made of old people and confused youngies who just want Mikel Arteta sacked, I’m on the Right, they refer to us as “Artesunates” because we’re pro-Arteta, Dekunle calls us Merry Men, that will always be funny to me.

Ibee is a strong man, a very honest guy, and one I hope and pray finds fulfillment in all he does. He’s an incurable gamer, he was the one that made me discover Battlefield 4 but I dumped that life long ago since one guy refused to give me life out of beef.

Ibee has been struggling with health issues for a while, he’s nearing the end of that now and I can only congratulate him in advance, I’ve had my fair share of something similar and I know how crazy it must be, relax guy… You’ve come this far and I am cock-sure you’re fighting to win.

You must have heard me saying things about my fears for childbirth and pregnant women, Ibee compounded my fear in that regard, and here’s how:

The day Nengi (his wife) was going to have Feyi (his daughter), we were chit-chatting over a live football match and Ibee’s takes were just off, he was saying pure nonsense and I was tackling him hard, I didn’t know he was fighting fears and anxieties… His wife was in the labor room.

Talking about it a few days later made me nail the coffin on any possibility of me being in the labor room with my wife whenever that time comes, no I won’t, I can’t and it’s not cos I’m not caring, but you wouldn’t want my child to come and then dad is dead, I’d certainly pass out before the baby comes out.

I starred lots of posts Ibee and his fellow naysayers dropped in the group against my manager (Arteta) and the team, they will be useful when we eventually make the top 4 and y’all won’t hear the end of it, in the end, we all want success for our dear team, and everyone is just apprehensive for the fear of failure, although one or two folks in there can’t convince me that they’re Arsenal fans.