Chronicles of the 'Old Skul' Advocate

Awoken early in the morning by some rhythms that took me back…way back…gives me sore memories of what am not sure I want to think about or not.

I just found out I had insomnia. With my steady 16hrs FM stereo, I felt this company and after a while it occurred to me that there was something different about this day, something special. Then as I was about to figure, it hit me: it was my birthday!

First it was the oldies playing non stop, from Abba to Withney Houston to Michael learns to rock to Diana Rose, to Paula Abdul to Elton John to Salt n Pepper

and so on,  taking me back to the early 90’s (as far as I can remember though), taking me back to my pretty momma’s shop beside the airport, taking me back to when I saw a holy ghost on the wall, taking me back to when I had my head hit by a nail on the door frame after I was almost caught licking the milk and sugar on top of the fridge in the dining room, taking me back to how four nurses held me on my hands and legs with one to lure me with a piece of meat each time they wanted to give me an injection, taking me back to when I broke my wrist and wore POP for six weeks (I used this as a weapon to threaten my classmates), taking me back to when I came out the 3^rd best performed pupil in my primary school’s general Common Entrance Examination, taking me back to when I got my second bicycle and the drama that accompanied it, taking me back to when my pretty momma  caught me writing ‘ditto’ to my first girlfriend, taking me back to when I had my nose broken by my classmate for calling him by his initial which he severally warned me about, taking me back to when my pop travelled and called my momma along.

Then was it a switch or something, don’t know how the DJ did it, He predicted the sequence of my emotions, He manipulated my feelings. It felt like He figured that there was hope and more happiness in my future than in the past just like I already knew it. He must have figured He was taking me back too far and decided to bring me forward and back to sanity with the new school Soul and RnB’s from Pink to Erica Badu to Alicia Keys to Kelly Rowland to Simi and so on…bringing me back to when I made Jamb, bringing me back to when I escaped the clamps of History and International Relations (Ebonyi State University), bringing me back to when I made my first million, just to mention but a few.

Just how can I not be thankful?

I didn’t sleep all night, I was forcefully awake thinking about where I must have gotten it right or wrong calling the shots with the whistle in my hand.

Happy birthday to me and more.