Certain things - small things sometimes; no, most times - make us live long and even longer.A sprawling male member of the Nigerian young informal intelligentsia community who deservedly has my respect sends me an intruding Facebook message just now. There is a request in his message. He wants to be the one in charge and sharing drinks and food on my wedding day. His message is dubbed intruding here because I can't remember ever discussing anything my wedding or its relation with him, never.I read the message, wondered for five minutes and laughed and laughed and laughed till my bowel ached. 
People can be impressively mischievous sha!