This morning I woke up earlyish to go to the Lagos short film festival which was billed to start at 9:30am, I was ready on time but unfortunately the driver had a pressing errand to run which means I got there at 10:30 instead. Now I rushed up the stairs thinking, OMG I’m late and I’m going to be walking in at the wrong moment.  Like the time me and my best friend were late for a funeral and we arrived as they were bringing the coffin out of the church. Truly embarrassing moment and that was down to the M3 being closed. Anyway I digress and to cut a long story short, the whole thing didn’t start until 12:37pm. I’ve been away too long and I’m still operating on Western Time. 🙂

 It’s day 4 of my trip and each morning I quail at the enormity of the task ahead, however if there is one thing I’ve learned, it’s not to give up and that help sometimes comes from the most unlikeliest place. So although a part of me despairs, I’m ignoring it and listening to the part that is full of hope and belief that anything is possible, if you believe then you can achieve. So to those who rejoice in telling me that I’ve set myself an impossible challenge, I say to them. Rome was not built in a day.
Enough said.