A journey of a thousand miles

Have you ever wondered why Johnny walker was such a popular brand in its era?

I have come to a conclusion it is due to its popular branding theme “a journey of a thousand miles begin with a step", even in this present generation one never forgets the slogan.

My journey so far has been nothing short of inspirational or motivational, i just feel its time i put a few thoughts down, as insignificant as it may be i hope to inspire the little few who still wish to be inspired

My day today was nothing short of ordinary, my plan was to get out of bed and head to d big city with the sole purpose of renewing my Nigerian passport.

7:06 am, I’m in awe of the city of London, once again fascinated by the continuous flow of people and speed at which everyone and everything around me seems to be moving. I finally get to my destination, feeling all excited i had reached my destination on time. Suddenly i felt a cold chill run down my spine as i realised i hadn't brought along with me the postal order which was necessary to aid my application for a new passport. In my normal nonchalant attitude i shake it off remembering or better yet convincing myself, “ i still had plenty of time”.

There i am at d front door of the Nigerian high commission chuckling to myself at the fact that i seemed to be the only one at the door at 7:25, so i decided to go in search of a post office.

As i walked back to the Nigerian high commission after purchasing the postal order,  my regular habit of day dreaming starts, as i allow the sweet world of unrealistic achievements overwhelm me. Suddenly i hear my name happily being calked, i sigh to myself angry at being pulled out of my world so suddenly.

I realize its an old friend from back in d days as we exchange pleasantries, i run a quick scan of the line i was going to have to wait on. Surprised at how suddenly i had over 20 people ahead of me.

I decide to engage in idle chatter with this old friend with the plan to jump the line and hopefully make it amognst the first 10, once again i chuckle to myself with the exclamation " naija" on my mind.

Once again i run a quick scan of the line again and next to me is this lady probably 10-15 years older than i am but elegant and beautiful in every way. she smiles at me with all motherly affection flowing from her, i smile back almost taken by her simple beauty. We sort of engage in idle chatter as we all gradually make our way into the building.

To cut the long story short, at the end of the day the elegant lady on the line is one of the reasons i decided to complete this blog...details of the conversation is yet to follow.