Today's been a tad bit shitty; shittier than most other days I have been in Bayelsa and quite frankly, staying here is really draining. I spent over a year in my own private and quiet corner in Kaduna, so I'm having troubles with adjusting to living with my parents and stuff.
Today, just like every other Sunday since September, Arsenal had a Premier League fixture. This week was the North London Derby against the Tots and we ended up losing in yet another lame ass display. I honestly wasn't expecting much from that game but well, that game brought us a tad bit closer to the relegation spot and winless in like 4 games in the league.
I guess our slump since last season continues and the FA Cup and Community shield victories were just flukes. Arteta must be feeling the heat right now but after the match, I was also feeling the heat, in a weird way.
After surviving that lame ass game, I was headed home when I decided to cross the street and get on a taxi or keke that will get me home. While crossing the street, some asshole in a black tinted ford edge almost ran me over. I mean, it was so close that I could literally feel the heat from the bonnet and tyres on my skin as the car whizzed past me.
It really had me shaken and immediately after the event, my mind flashed to my cousin who was killed in a hit and run some months ago. I got home safely and frankly, the match didn't matter much to me anymore. I've been replaying the event in my head and realised how easy it would have been for me to die. All I can say is DAMN!!!