Señor Don Gato

My flight has been canceled. I don't want to feel angry or irritated about it, i just don't want to have to unpack. Packing is already a chore as it is. So tomorrow it is... hopefully.
Pray for Nigeria people, there's so much uncertainty, negativity and hate flying around.

I've come to realize that only few Nigerians are able to give rational arguments without throwing insults and raining curses. As long as you have a different view from what they believe is right, you're finished... the insults spans across generations, to your ancestors and all the way down again to the generations to come. We need to grow up, and learn to be civil in our daily interactions. I pray for wisdom for our leaders, and wisdom for the the people. This really has to end soon.
I still believe in Nigeria.

On a lighter note, i remember my sister singing Senor Don Gato, she would come home on holidays from school(Airforce girls military school Jos) and i'd beg her to write the words of the song down for me. What a joy when i found it online years later. You've got to be thankful for the internet...

Señor Don Gato was a cat,
On a high red roof Don Gato sat.
He went there to read a letter,
Meow, meow, meow
Where the reading light was better,
Meow, meow, meow
T'was a love note for Don Gato.
"I adore you," wrote the lady cat.
Who was fluffy, white, and nice and fat.
There was not a sweeter kitty
Meow, meow, meow
In the country or the city
Meow, meow, meow
And she said she'd wed Don Gato.
Oh, Don Gato jumped so merrily,
He fell off the roof and broke his knee.
Broke his ribs and all his whiskers,
Meow, meow, meow
And his little solar plexus,
Meow, meow, meow
"Ay carramba!" cried Don Gato.
Well the doctors all came on the run,
Just to see if something could be done.
And they held a consultation,
Meow, meow, meow
About how to save their patient,
Meow, meow, meow
How to save Señor Don Gato.
But in spite of everything they tried,
Poor Señor Don Gato up and died.
Oh it wasn't very merry,
Meow, meow, meow
Going to the cemetery,
Meow, meow, meow
For the ending of Don Gato.
As the funeral passed the market square,
Such a smell of fish was in the air.
Though the funeral was slated,
Meow, meow, meow
He became re-animated,
Meow, meow, meow
He came back to life Don Gato.

Ahhh, you've got to love the Senor, not even love could bring him to life... but fish did. Sometimes i feel like the Don, i get all perked up at the thought of food.