There's someone I like...

 

This article isn't about my illness alone, you can like to read till the end. (Photo credit: Google)

I’m ill, it’s not a surprise and there’s no one around me that would bat an eyelid. The only part of this I don’t like is the timing, Moiste beach tonight with Showmax/TikTok and Magodo with Despe are important events to attend but the son of man cannot can.

Dara’s wedding is tomorrow, I must be there even if I have drip hanging on my arms, Kizz Daniel live in concert later tomorrow night is another event I cannot miss. Adekunle Gold’s catch me if you can follows on Sunday… The devil can’t win this battle.

What am I writing about today? Certainly not about my illness. There are few interesting developments and I will share three of them. One is extremely heartwarming, or can I say all are interestingly heartwarming? But one of them gives me butterflies.

I have found a new worship partner. I wrote about my take on Dunsin Oyekan and a few people came for me LOL but my very good colleague, Toluwalase George introduced me to a sensational worshiper, someone I connect with, and my morning routine has received life.

Typically, it’s NLP that starts my morning but now, it’s Theophilus Sunday’s worship. What is it about this guy? I can’t place it but his worship connects me to the spirit and I am going to enjoy this every day of my life till I discover another worship partner. Look him up and thank me later.

Secondly, I got new slides. Our office secret Santa happened yesterday and Anthony picked me. Antwon as we usually call him got me a beach shirt and slides, that’s what I’m wearing right now. I love it pieces because it fits. I picked Fisayo and I got him a customized jersey and crocs, hope he likes it.

Finally, there’s someone I like and I’m happy to tell you she knows. I hope it develops into something I can write about before the end of this year. Don’t ask me nonsense question, I’m not feeling well and I’m going to the hospital now. See y’all soon.

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