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I met Mr Ekpo in May 2012, when I worked as the social media consultant for NERC as they implemented the MYTO 2 (price increase in simple English abeg). It was my second ever interaction with bureaucracy as personified by government, sigh. I remember having to explain what exactly social media could/would achieve for the organization so many times I could recite it in my sleep, but it was worth it when things started to change!

I infected some of the principal officers at the commission with the social media bug, and it is a thing of personal pride that Elecoblogs exists.

When I first toyed with the idea of asking Mr Ekpo to grace my blog for this #31days31writers project, I worried it would mete a ‘familiarity breeding contempt’ kind of reply. So you can imagine my excitement when between an introduction to another young person to provide a service, I mentioned it, and he replied, ‘sure, what is it about’? And voila!

It is my honor to present Mr Eyo Ekpo’s submission for my #31days31writers project!

My name is Eyo O. Ekpo, Nigerian, working with the Nigerian Electricity Regulatory Commission (NERC) in Abuja. There, I lead the Market Competition and Rates (MCR) Division. I’m also a newbie blogger, on electricity (of all things), at Elecoblogs. I’m planning to be 48 in June (can’t wait to be 50 and see what the fuss is all about) and have fended for myself since I became a lawyer on 22nd October 1987.

My Lessons Learned (or, Perhaps, Re-Learned)

I sit here in the garden at home in Calabar and ask: “What do I say to readers whose average age is less than 35? I have no common ground with them. I dislike their music, their loud voices, their hurry-hurry, their dressing. I dislike everything about them!!” Then, I say to myself: “But you do know quite a few fantastic young people o”. The list runs through my head and…it just keeps growing. From my two out-of-this-world daughters, 20 and 16, to the bright young guys and girls of NERC, to @ChiomaChuka, my Media Adviser, who opened up for me a new world, social media, of which I was blissfully ignorant, on to the irrepressible people I’ve met and conversed with in that youthful, vibrant and colourful world.

I’ve re-learnt a lesson as old as time. I am you and you are me and the river just keeps flowing. Time is timeless. It stands still. In order to be alive in it, we are the ones who must keep moving. Stand still and die. Looks indeed are deceptive. During the year, I looked more closely and saw that the youth of today are me of yesterday, not even as good. The same all-embracing fire of idealism, expectation and desire for progress that I had in October 1987. Now, my biggest desire is not to become one of those masquerades that have dedicated themselves to killing that fire.

My Gratitude

Kahlil Gibran, for whom my 8-year old boy is named, said about Friendship in his timeless magnum opus, ‘The Prophet’: “Your friend is your need answered.” I am eternally grateful for the blessing of friendship; and grateful to my friends who have provided all I have ever needed. Three of them, two female and one male. Don’t ask and I won’t tell, except to say that one of them is my dearly beloved wifey, Oluranti.

2013, in spite of its daily anxieties and worries, was signposted along the way with a few happy events that served, at just the right moments, to boost a flagging momentum. It has also proved to be a year in which were validated, reinforced and sometimes learnt anew, many of the lessons from 26 years of a multifaceted professional career. Lessons of life. Hard work, character, ethics, paying what is due, the constant striving to learn, perfection never having upper limits, leadership and people management. Above all, lessons about responsibility, a word deep with meaning.

And…My Futile Quest for A Time Machine

If I could go back, what would I do differently. I hurt two people I love dearly. We live in the present and I can’t go back but I can make amends, which, thankfully, they have allowed me to do.

I am most certainly a very fortunate pilgrim. I couldn’t be more thankful for the experiences that life has brought me in 2013. As the year ends, I look forward to 2014 with eagerness for a year that would be filled with activity, even more beneficial to all around me than in 2013.

Thank you Sir!

Thank you Sir!

Whoop! So I’m finally getting to this, and it’s nostalgic just writing…. *sigh* I was in Nigeria from the middle of May till the 11th of September when I came back home to London. This is a bit of a thank you note/quick round up of the things I got involved in while I was around. So I made a quick trip to and from London in June, but this isn’t about that; hopefully the testimony from that trip will be shared soon. Say amen!

Started on what would be a four-month contract with the Nigerian Electricity Regulatory Commission (NERC) to create and manage their presence online, leading up to the signing and implementation of the MYTO 2. By the way, MYTO 2 stands for Multi Year Tariff Order, and involved among other things, an upward review of electricity prices around the country. Before NERC takes over this post, all the information you need about NERC is here. The official report off that consultancy is available on request but a summarized version is available on my website, you’re welcome to it.

What else did I do? I had a birthday party, I got some work done, I registered my company, my sister had a baby (the cutest baby in the world), Sista Sista happened and I was around for it, I fell in love (the one Bey calls ‘dangerously in love’), I changed my look (absolutely smashing, if I must say so myself), what else? I fell ill, ended some friendships (thank you Jesus), forged new relationships, met some very great people, did some work as an election observer, I could go on and on and on!

Me!

Four months! When I thought I’d spend only one; man proposes but God disposes abi? Rang true for me on this trip honestly. At some point it was frustrating because it was like I was burning the candle at both ends, but a few weeks back in London and I can see it was worth it. Every single day.

I’m grateful to God for journey mercies to and from the several places I visited, for protection (especially because Abuja isn’t what it used to be security wise), for provision (I kinda never lacked anything), and for the wisdom to say no to some stuff, and embrace others with wide, outstretched arms.

I’m grateful to my family, my dad (super dad), my ever supportive mother, my darling sister, my big brothers, and the newest member, my boo boo (the cutest baby in the entire world)! I know I’ve said that already but hey, it’s my nephew! I’m grateful for the privilege of experiencing Liam’s birth, of being one of the first people to look at his face after he popped out. Was I there? That story is here. I’m grateful for the two months I spent with  him, thankful for every smile, the laughter, the times he slept on demand, I love you baby boo!

My boo boo in his car seat! My darling!!! Yoving you!! (No it’s not spelled in error…he prefers to hear it that way)!

I’m grateful I met the one who calls me Pebbles, thankful for the pleasure of your company, the reward of your smile, the patience, kindness, and unconditional, unwavering care you showed, and continue to show me. I’m thankful for the things you taught me (remember the three rules of money,the six P’s), the hilarious stories you told, my excesses you accommodated, the gifts you gave, it would take a full post (and some) to tell your story. Thank you babe, thank you.

I’m grateful for the great people I met; especially people I’ve been chatting to via social media platforms that I finally met. I’m talking about people like @Soluwatobi, @dfasoro, @Mister_Mobility, @rmajayi, @DamiOyedele, @Saratu, @Jeremyweate, the list is almost endless! Thank you for brilliant conversations, learning, experiences, the laughter; thank you for your friendship.

That’s @Abangmercy, @Saratu, @Elnathan, and I at @Alkayy’s; he’d invited us for Iftar dinner (during the Ramadan fast)

I’m grateful for my clients, big and small. Thank you for trusting me with your briefs, thank you for the experiences, lessons learnt, and more feathers for my professional cap!

Shout out to all my friends, the @I_blend family; thank you for the PB, I had an amazing time! Do I mention names? Wouldn’t want to start a war because I missed a name o! Thanks for always being a home away from home; amazing how so much emotion can be conveyed via technology. I love you guys!

Yes, RIP to my darling Waffles, who died on the 20th of June 2012, barely six months after he was born (January 24th, 2012). I love you Waffles, and I miss you loads!

Waffles and I in June, two weeks before he passed. I called him Waffles, my brother called him Stinky, Momma called him Smart. We all miss you!

Ok, so I’m back now, and it’s back to work, back to the grind. My stay at home though? Absolutely brilliant!

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