I needed to be strong for my team...

 

I had to find strength today and I didn't disappoint. Excited for the results and also prepared for the consequences... (Photo credit: Google)

It’s one of those days that I’ll just come here to drop hints and bits and then disappear but today went well and I can’t even hide my excitement even though I’m in a lot of pains.

When my colleagues saw me this morning, they were surprised I showed up at the office. some were even angry while Ohmar was excited. Dara was busy reeling out potential consequences but I couldn't care, he has medical background and he's our resident doctor in a "mad house"

We had a pitch today, we had to come correct considering the dynamics, the budget and the scope of work on the cards. I had the luxury of Ese Makanaki, Seye the fly guy, Dara the visual demon and of course Titi from the other side of the flat and guess what?

I don’t know who’s reading but I couldn’t understand how my buddy (Latifah) became my client overnight but it is what it is. I went to the pitch from the Physio’s theatre. My knee problems couldn’t stop me, I limped to the pitch and from whispers on the streets, we killed it.

Latifah sent me a note, she said I’m a warrior. I don’t need a second look to know what she was talking about; I was in mad pains, had to lean on Dara and couldn’t even stand to pitch but Rambo had to be Rambo… Sandra is owing me lunch.

I’m going to be out for some days, there’s a consequence for the super man I formed today and I’m not complaining. My knee will be fine whenever it wants to be but the koko is that I stood to be counted when it mattered today and I’m proud of myself.

Having to depend on painkillers right now and whatever these doctors are injecting into my veins is just a testament to the fact that shit can hit the fan any fucking time and again, I don’t have Tiwalade to rant to anymore, omo! We gotta be alright las las.

I’ll see y’all tomorrow. Peace!

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