I could be easily forgiven for trying to at least have fun for once. After all, all writing and no play makes Kelechi a quiet guy, which is surely not wanted. So the only place to raise my spirit common-sensically had to be Calabar, and the carnival the perfect scene (Kaduna? Not a chance! Abuja? You've got to be kidding me). It gave me the opportunity to not only see beaus and belles, but also reminded me that good governance could actually be achieved in Nigeria. It may have come late, but when exactly is late, for an event that would live long in your memory?