Honestly, this particular blog should have been posted some time back but even as I prepared for my return to Lagos, every passing second was tied to the next in a manner that even I, with all my ambidexterity could not untangle.
I remember vividly, it was one of those days when am running full capacity-tasks lay ahead with assignments way over my head, it's hard to pen the items down so I try as much to store them all in my head (RAM-faster R/RW), phone calls to make, and still, I had to code today…It was one of those todays you don't want to live tomorrow.
A call comes in from my dad and he requested I send him my account number, I did, but unfortunately due to all the work pressure, I sent the wrong account number. Well, he went ahead and paid it in, those at the counter didn't also find any reason to question the deposit and all seemed to be good until…Until I had some time to breathe-and think, and I started wondering why I'd not gotten a notification for the payment 1 hour after it was made. Out of curiosity, I checked the text message I'd earlier sent and to my dismay, all but one-just one!...of the digits was wrong. I hated myself for making that mistake and immediately tried to salvage the situation.
