OK guys... This extract was from the 14th of October when i actually began blogging... but i didnt post it. i still wanna begin from there so amma bring it in. (Ok it seems that my hearing isn’t all that good anymore cos my mum and aunties are currently singing some really funny hymns or should I say poems. Anyway, it’s the fourteenth day of October. Just a day to my mums birthday. Started writing this article on the dining table but currently sitting on the toilet seat doing some transactions. It’s been  just sixteen days since my dad died. And frankly, it feels almost like a month infact. Well, we had to leave lagos you know, leave dr regele’s house and the entire environment that reminded us of daddys death. I really just found out that one can only pretend to know what a bereaved person feels only through imagination so sympathy will always be sympathy. But empathy, is another thing entirely. Even I find it hard to believe how much I miss my dad. He was everything that was ideal to me. But ofcourse you all know the saying that you never value what you have until you have lost it. Well now I guess I’m trying to make some sense out of what life has remaining for me. Ironically I published my first magazine for my school in March with an article about how I missed a semester owing to the fact that my dad got too sick and couldn’t work then so there wasn’t enough me to pay up and write my exams and six months after i'm writing another one about missing an entire semester again cos he passed away. This year has turned out in so many ways unimaginable. So many highs and lows, so many good and bad. But facing the present, I think its most important that we bury him soonest and quell this issues with my kinsfolk God see us through. Till tomorrow before I check in again… Adios )