TGIF !

Thank God it’s Friday! Yay!

By the way, did you know that the name Friday comes from an Old English word: Frīġedæġ which means "the day of Frigg". Thereby associating the old English goddess Frigg with the Roman goddess Venus. Yes, so it’s safe to call it "the day of Venus."
Well, it’s the prelude to the weekend, although this is not the case for some countries like Afghanistan, Iran and even Dubai (so all fun-loving people who like to jet off to Dubai a lot. Sorry no "turn up/ turn down for what in UAE this day, you should be ironing your clothes and mind in preparation for tomorrow's work). You must already also know that Sundays are normal weekdays over there right?

Okay before this post starts to wander off and get lost in the path-less wilderness of idle ramblings that leads to a “Wait, what is the point of this post exactly?!", let me quickly retrace my steps. Friday is generally a prelude to not just the weekend for the sake of resting and refuelling to restart the monotonous exercise of wake, eat, work, sleep, wake, eat, work, sleep.. that are weekdays, but a day that ushers us into the exhilarating world of soccer. Of course the list is possibly pregnant with other to-dos like clubbing, recreation, shopping, visiting the salon, etc. but soccer takes a chunk for us, SURULERE lads.

For me, who do not care for paying my way into a dome with very loud music, paying for over-priced drinks, working my arms and leg muscles endlessly, coming out reeking of second-hand smoke, going home to a really short sleep and waking up with at least a tormenting headache in the name of a hangover (although I have given up alcohol all together since.. can't remember as I lost count after my first year without). Yes, for me, my ritual starts from me shuffling my fantasy football team to meet the possible demands of the fixtures for the week, making sure I get enough sleep Friday night and waking up very early for footie time at one of the AstroTurfs in the area. From then it’s a heavy protein-filled breakfast and getting whisked away by sleep, only to wake up groggy but in time for the first EPL game of the week (apologies to other leagues; EPL, Bundesliga, Seria A, etc especially our very own Nigerian Premier league).

So I am feeling like doing a follow up piece to this one in a bit, I will probably call it "The Trophy No One Wants" (CAVEAT: This is not a promise). This comes after seeing how the top four teams have shied away from seizing advantage over the week by the scruff of the neck. Leicester, Arsenal, Manchester City and Tottenham (current top 4 EPL teams) all fumbled in their mid-week games quite unexpectedly. This Saturday needs a microphone oh! Cos it will say a lot, especially in what direction the EPL crown is heading. There will also be a change of positions in the other parts of the table. So stay tuned people.

So a gentle muse landed on my shoulder the last time to nurse me through birthing my last piece. I haven't been able to shake her off since. So armed with my mind I penned these thoughts spontaneously whilst wrestling with sleep. I was going to write something different this time but I just remembered its Friday and the pull in this direction became irresistibly strong.

The last post was terribly long for some, Nigerians particularly have a horrible reading culture so you have to be captivating enough to keep your reader's attention beyond the second paragraph.

Enough! Until my keyboard calls again. It's MYK.