Losing It

I want to lose the weight I've been carrying around for a while. in my first post I talked about my rather rotund paunch but recently I don't fancy it and intend to lose it, I think I am doing well in that department though since I just hired myself a fitness coach today and intend to keep up with and if possible hack his training regimen. The training is quite hectic with some familiar workout and not so familiar ones to downright weird ones like the sexual movement thingy that got a laugh from the chicks, there must be something funny about watching a guy simulate sex. My thighs ache like fire but there is no backing down on this one.

The MD is a Domenech

Both men are characterized by being totally tactless.

Any football pundit would have heard the name of Raymond Domenech, the coach of the French National Football Team who was gave France its worst World Cup outing in recent times. While reading this article I realized that my boss and Domenech could well have been brothers from different mothers in their choice of words and action which at its best is tactless and at worst childish. Liars and deniers both of them, they both lack team spirit and believe that the answer to any problem is written in their palms and every other person is 'a mediocre' and when shit hits the fan its never their fault but that of some poor associate. Blessed with bloated egos, they never commend good deeds, are rapt to see not so good ones and don't have a sense of proportion in dealing with the misstep.

Some of MD's lines

AAA, i know you are a Mediocre.

I would not tolerate any big man, there is only one big man here, ME

As long as I pay your salary, I can send you anywhere without due notice

Gallas, In any case, you would not be a good captain.

'Put your egos to one side

As long as he can walk, he will play. I have the right to pick him

More on MD soon.

Lagos City Horses

The one noticeable thing for a guy from a nice obscure corner of Ibadan and almost every 'immigrant' is the quantity of motor vehicles. Lagos like most metropolises has a road network problem that turns transportation into a grind and turns commuting from Ikeja to Ajah into a dreaded experience. On a good day the amount of road users is staggering even during off-peak periods and on a not-so-good day when a big truck or semi breaks down on an important exit ramp every Lagos road user feels the grind from mainland to island.

Transport in Lagos is a logistics issue for a single guy like me and it takes some effort to calculate itinerary based on available resources and 'path of least resistance'. This post is about the Lagos city horses.

The Motorcycle, commonly called 'okada' in these parts is the fastest, most expensive and dangerous horse in the city, very effective for short distance hops, the danger factor discourages most commuters from using it for long distance trips. It is a favourite of students and job seekers rushing off to their next lecture or interview.The riders are viewed by most as reckless men(99% of the riders are men) with an inordinate amount of dare-devilry. Most states including Lagos have a law that prevents the rider from carrying more than one passengers and to use helmets in a bid to reduce the accident rate.

My first time on a bike was a breeze, the feeling of total freedom was intoxicating and the teenager in me couldn't see or feel any danger.In Lagos when dusk is coming with its attendant ills and other other forms of transport are few and far in-between it is common to see bikes carrying two passengers.The first time on a bike with another lady passenger was a totally different experience, I didnt feel the freedom at all, all I could feel is the rhymthic bouncing of her derrière against my lower member as we cruised the uneven road.

--More about the derrière later.