Thursday, 7 June 2012

The Flaming Flamingoes 4

Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental

I  managed to catch the doctor just before he left the hospital for lunch, how I got this lucky is a tale for another day. Obtained my prescription in seconds, but to get the actual medication was taking so much time, it was unbelievable. My arm throbbing with pain and the roasting temperatures was beginning to affect my temperament. Taking stock of my depressing situation was putting me in a foul mood and the long wait for medication wasn't helping at all.


The two army guys seemed to have disappeared to their war and I felt all alone and quite vulnerable. My anger was quietly now being focused on this long wait for the medication that would at least help with the pain I was in, a lot of the faces milling around this pharmacy had been waiting even longer than myself. Why this was happening and whatever the scam was, still escapes me to this day. I was just beginning to weigh up my options when a familiar vehicle rolls in through the hospital gates. It was our tour coach, my friends and team mates coming to check up on me was a relief on many levels.


Having little or no sleep the night before, I couldn't be sure that I wasn't hallucinating. I already assumed I had been left behind by the team and had felt vulnerable and alone, so I cautiously approached the bus still unsure that I wasn't dreaming. Tadi, a jovial fellow and team mate was the first out of the coach and totally oblivious of my injury, bumped me by the shoulder, unfortunately it was on the same side as my broken arm. The searing pain confirmed that I was not hallucinating and I felt like swivelling around and checking myself back into the hospital ward, that thought only crossed my mind for a second before I came to my senses and got on the bus, so we could get out of there.


Uppermost in my mind, as the bus travelled through country lanes and highways taking all of us home was how my folks would react to my coming home with this obvious injury, so instead of being dropped off first, I asked to be dropped off last to give me time to compose myself before I got home. Surprisingly the storm I was expecting didn't happen, my parents concern for my well being outweighed their anger. Dad took me to the orthopaedic hospital the next day. The only critical comment from him was "now you are out of action, you have more time to study" and that was it.


However for me, I was devastated, that I couldn't play competitive soccer seemed to me unfair. My arm would take weeks and maybe months to heal and throughout that period I would have nothing to do. You can't swim, play fight, wear certain clothes because of the plaster of paris on your arm. Some friends and team mates who lived close by would sometimes visit and we would go watch a soccer match now and again. It was at one of these informal matches, that I first noticed a gangly skinny little boy who dazzled me with his soccer skills. He looked like he was twelve years old but was actually fourteen going on fifteen and this kid had the quickest pair of legs that he would shuffle, to then leave defenders standing. His speed was incredible, he could make the average competent footballer look very bad indeed.


I went over to this kid, totally spellbound and in awe of his talent but surprisingly he knew me and started talking excitedly about how I was his hero and he is very pleased to shake my hand, I was flabbergasted, I asked him his name and he told me, "my name is Etemeke" he said, smiling. I had just met a future player in the team that will be called the flamingoes, but I didn't know it at the time.


(To be continued......)


Soon!


'Bodederek







Wednesday, 6 June 2012

Planetary Journey!

Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental

I couldn't sleep, so I got out of bed at 3.30am to try to watch the planet Venus traverse across our nearest star, the Sun. Of course at that time of morning, the sun is not visible and by the time it is morning in London, we in europe could only catch the last part of that journey live. 


It is a phenomena witnessed by the people of our world twice every one hundred years. The last time was June 2004 (which made it the first in one hundred years that Venus will be positioned between the earth and the Sun), now eight years later, the planet crossed over the surface of the sun. This will not happen again until the year 2117.


Unfortunately, the sun was not visible from my place and I had to depend on the NASA website and the European Space Agency sites to look at the live feeds of this journey. There were also fantastic photos of the event on Flikr.


 I wonder what the astrologists make of this phenomena, they are all probably busy raking it in. 


Every time I look at pictures from outer space, it is all so wonderful. There is beauty and mystery out there that makes me give the glory to God, for we are children.


I shall return,


'Bodederek

Monday, 4 June 2012

Lagos Air Disaster!

Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental


My thoughts today are with the families of those who have died or are injured in the Dana air crash and disaster, where it seems a plane just dropped out of the sky over Lagos.


Condolences also goes to the citizens of Lagos, The Nigerian government and all the people who live, work and survive in the country. 


I pray that the future of Nigeria as a nation will be a rosy one and that God almighty will enable it's leaders and citizens to harness the vast natural and human resources it is blessed with, to transform this nation positively so we may witness the beginnings of true progress in Nigeria and the rest of Africa.


For those who lost their lives, I am truly sorry, R.I.P.


I will start posting again..... In a couple of days. 


Coming up... Flaming Flamingoes 4! Wait for it!!


'Bodederek



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