Tobi, Monday, 9 October

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Blaring horns and raucous babble seep into my sleep. It’s the usual, but it gets me thinking, Can’t anyone get some sleep in this freaking city?!

I trundle up. Today I want to do things fast, or at least start the day with precision. I make for the bathroom and quickly brush my teeth. I put some water on the fire for bathing. I want to be brisk, but it doesn’t mean I must bathe cold water.

Puppy, my fast growing bulldog is flat on the other side of the bed. I signal for him to follow me and he springs up. We both stroll to the kitchen where I unroll his bag of dog food and poor him some in his bowl.

The day is promising, hot. I guess the heat signals the end of the wet season. But it’s camouflage, because in mere hours heavy rain is going to be pelting down.

After taking my bath, I head downstairs to my mailbox half expecting to see a letter from Vivian. Puppy follows. In my heart I’m happy that she’s kept to our pact thus far, that she hasn’t damned the consequences, that’s if there are any. I open the lid and the box is empty. I’m sad. She had the whole weekend to write back to me. Could it be that she’s double thinking about the pact? Maybe she thinks it was childish after all. But we made the pact in love. People do childish things in love.

I take out my phone from my pocket and open Facebook Messenger. I write her a message:

You had the whole weekend
to write back to me. Are you
chickening out of our pact?

I know she hasn’t seen it because her tiny picture hasn’t dropped under the message. But it’s blue and sent. She’d probably read it after work.

I feel childish, I feel like I’m distracting her from something more serious. But the pact is serious to me too, to us. We made an agreement to always write each other letters, no matter what happens, to preserve the age-old art of letterwriting. My mind darts to the times we were still together; we would write letters to each other and bring it along to a date. It was our thing, it was one of the things that set us apart from thousands of other lovers around.

I head back upstairs, past the floors of flats. Today I imagine I’m going to write something. I must write something. Everyone is at work doing something, right? So naturally I must be doing something too. Writing is more than just art, it’s a job.

I do some push-ups to heat my body and soul for the task at hand. I flip open my laptop and launch Word. First thing I see is the cursor blinking at the end of the last word. I blink back. Empty.


Hey 26




I saw your post on Facebook about work and all. I never knew it was that bad. I think you should take a leave or something. My brother, Collins, works in a bank too. He tells me often about the unrealistic targets set for him and how he has to magically meet them all. Sometimes I wonder why jobs have to be so hard and impossible. People work so hard and yet aren’t happy. I wanted to comment on the post, but I’m not so active on social media these days and I intend to keep it that way. And it’s your fault kind of. You made me post pictures of us while we were still together. If I delete those posts now people will know that something happened. And the fact that I haven’t posted new pics of us is already make people suspicious. So I decided to stay off social media altogether because I don’t want to answer questions. Besides, Facebookers are always craving for the full gist of every breakup. I don’t want to give them that satisfaction.

Floridians encouraged to shoot at hurricane Irma

Hurricane Irma is fast approaching Florida and bringing with it its wrath.

And the best way Ryan Edwards (from Florida) thinks to deal with the storm is to ‘fire bullets at it’.

The Shoot at Irma page

He created an event on Facebook that has attracted 46,000 people. Thousands are interested in his idea of shooting the storm.

“It’s time we took a stand against this bully!” reads the event description. “This is our home, nobody drives us out of our own territory.

“Join me in this fight as we shoot flames at Hurricane Irma and dissipate her on the spot.”

WhatsApp packing dust

I remember when I started working at a factory that produces metal doors, brick making machines, and all that, I would often wonder why some machines were kept in the open to rust and deteriorate. I asked the owner of the factory why these machines were left outside in open space where rain could cause huge damage to them, and his reply was he had a plan for them. But till today they are still outside where rain could cause huge damage to them.


This must be the confusion that plagues Facebook analyst, Youssef Squali.

In an interview with Business Insider, where Youssef was asked that if given the opportunity, what would he possible ask Mark Zuckerberg, and this was his reply:


I would ask him about WhatsApp, because they spent $21 billion for that asset and right now we are not giving them any credit for it. If he’s seeing something that we’re not then it would be great for him to share.

WhatsApp is generating close to zero revenues now, they aren’t monetizing it. They have over a billion users, spending literally billions and billions of hours a month on it, but the company has not yet decided to monetize it. Maybe that’s because it’s hard, but management has not provided a tremendous amount of insight.

So just like the machines left in the open to rust, WhatsApp is doing just that, rusting. So the question is, why would you acquire something you’re not using?

Or the better question is, what is Mark’s plan for WhatsApp?

Inside Mark Zuckerberg’s head

Though teenagers are carried away by Snapchat and whatnot, this doesn’t even begin to disturb Mark Zuckerberg’s plan to ‘conquer the world’.

Since the inception of Facebook in 2004, the tech genius has been gobbling everything gobble-able, acquiring 50 wholesome companies along the way.



In April 2012, Facebook bought Instagram, the photo sharing platform, for $1 billion. Facebook bought Oculus VR, the virtual reality tech company, for $2 billion. And then the big one, WhatsApp, the mobile internet messaging service for a staggering $19 billion.

Reminds me of the game I used to play a while ago, in which a worm eats food along the way and gets bigger each time.

So what makes Mark Zuckerberg tick? What’s that thing that keeps him aspiring for more?

This question makes me think of football managers. Big time managers are always looking out for talents to buy from other clubs. When a manager’s mind is set on a player he wants to bring over, it kind of consumes his mind. He suddenly feels his tactic and the club at large is incompletely without that one world-class player.

This is exactly how Mark Zuckerberg views the world, it’s all a game in his mind. Companies are like players to acquire, and he doesn’t rest until he acquires that particular company. In fact, he is incomplete if he can’t complete the deal for a company he wants.

Wouldn’t you want to play at his level? I most definitely would!



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