The Diary Game 3: June 15, 2025 A Day Filled with Music, Celebration.

Today was the kind of Sunday that leaves you with a full heart and tired body. That kind of day that makes you reflect before you sleep and silently say... It was a good day.

When i woke up from bed, the morning sund hadn't fully risen. I picked up my phone and it was just past 5:30am. I lay still for a moment letting my mind to settle into the quiet of the morning. My alarm had not yet rang but my body had its own reasons to wake up early. I had a mission, a surprise birthday this morning.

After a quick stretch and water on my face, i reeached for my saxophone case. The sight of it always sparks a warm feeling in me.
By 6:30am, i was dressed and ready for the birthday surprise this morning. I dressed and headed out with my bike to the venue. We planned it earlier in the week. A friend wanted to surprise the mother who happens to be a butcher. When we arrived where she usually sells, i positioned myself and gently began to play as her children where there with gifts and surprises for her.
After a few more songs, photos, and a thank you from the celebrant, i packed my sax and then made my way back home.

It wasn't long before i had to get ready for church service. I took a quick shower, ironed my white shirt and slipped into my navy blue trousers and matching shoes. I was already slightly tired from the morning gig, but i could feel the spiritual pull calling me. Church for me is not just routine. its restoration.

The service started around 9am and i was in my seat just in time. The worship session felt particularly deep. Maybe it was the morning mood still lingering but i found myself unusually emotional during the praise session as i was playing the bass guitar. The sermon was powerfull and focused on "Living in Purpose" and it struck a chord with me, especially considering how much of my life lately has been tied to using my gifts to bless others

Once the service ended, i barely had time to socialize before it was time to move again.
This time, it was a remarkable birthday celebration, an 85th birthday. I felt honored to have been the one invited to be part of it and play the saxophone. The atmosphere was quite different. It was held in a large open space with decorations. Family and friends had come from all corners to honor a woman who had lived through generations.

After playing the saxophone for her, i found myself imagining what it must feel like to be 85 and look back on your life. To see children, grandchildren and great grandchildren all gathered in your honor. It was humbling.

We ate well, jollof rice, chicken, eru, plantains and a massive cake that had all our phones taking pictures.
After spending few hours there, i checked my phone and saw a few messages from my friends saying veteran match about to start, and asked if i am still coming.

I left and made my way to the field where my old friends were already on the pitch. Most of us had grown up playing football together. Time, jobs, families and age had pushed us into different paths but this match was how we found each other again. I didn't play because i came late but i helped as the coach.

After the match, we hung around, drinking and eating. We caught up on life amongst other things.
The sun had started to dip when i finally made my way home. When i got home, i walked into my room and gently laid my saxxophone back into its case as i called it a day.