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Happy Easter


let's do the right thing again, happy easter
 

after pioneering happy valentines, the polish remains for easter
 

Happy Easter

Easter happens just in between of two rounds of elections: between national presidential and local governorates which is scheduled to take place on April 11th. This was, as in the past New Year and Valentine's day, used by inspired candidates.

Thanks God, the presidential election turned out peacefully...

... as the president Jonathan gracefully accepted the results announced by INEC (independent body managing the election) which gave victory to Mahummadu Buhari. Tensions disappeared and the next day things were business as usual in the city - no need to hide or fear - some of my colleagues excelled in the precautionary zeal to be at home before the afternoon had really started.
Results were announced painfully slowly over 48 hours, giving everyone plenty of time to get accustomed with the shaping of numbers which ineluctably gave Buhari a lead. Perhaps that was a good thing, providing all sides to make a deal for a peaceful transition. One PDP ex minister tried to ask elections to be cancelled because of alleged fraud - which might have happened, but was kindly reminded by the president of INEC that monopolizing the microphone and screaming as he did for nearly half an hour was not a decent attitude for a man of his caliber. He swallowed the slap in the face and results announcement resumed as slowly as before.
On that day we had a meeting at 10am with another team who cancelled the meeting on the ground that things being the way they were, they could not focus and thus were ready to flee home any minute, their drivers were on standby.
We actually stayed in the office until the announcement of the victor was clear and went for a drink in a place close by. The city was empty. Everyone already home.

Mercedes-Benz retirement "rien ne se perd, tout se transforme"

duty is not yet over
after probably many kilometers and a long career, this Mercedes is now serving as a storage place for a street restaurant. one can't miss it!

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