Nigger go home.... thats what he told me, plus anti-racism video

'Nigger go home' and for emphasis he said it again. I was in Enfield Greater London, time was about 11.30pm, on my home from Uni some hapless fellow retorted the earlier words to me. We were alone and I knew if I took the physical approach I could incapacitate him and teach him a huge lesson. Common sense prevailed and I thought 'I'm better than that' and walked away. It hurt me sha... for the first time in my life I was concious I was black.

If you've never lived outside Nigeria then you probably cannot appreciate or fathom how uncomfortable people can get when you are around. Like you have an invisible tag that says 'thief', n'mugger' etc or when people would decide not to seat next to you on the train or as one guy asked me in Stanmore 'you are from Africa? have you ever been on a train?'. Thankfully the 1st was the only blatant racist experience I had others were more subtle. Your skin is not your sin. Racism or reverse racism needs to be stamped out. Lets embrace love.

Saying that, I love the Ad shown here. 9 years old but still potent as ever.

'If one day speed kills me, do not cry because I was smiling' -Paul Walker

Monday Morning, I scanned through Facebook account and there it was, my friend Chukwuma Kalu's status 'Paul Walker is dead'. Like many people I came across Paul Walker as Brian O'Conner in Fast and Furious. I was on a Virgin Atlantic flight to London where I would spend the next 7 years of my life. The movie captured my imagination and I was a big fan of the franchise watching the last with a very vocal Nigerian crowd at Silverbird Cinema.

Because of his starring role in movies all about speed it was easy to conclude he was to blame for his death as he died in a car crash. Until I heard he was the passenger. Now I heard the car might have been involved in a drag race. Whatever the case, we've lost a great talent. I feel I lost someone I knew, when you've followed someone's work since 2001, they almost becomes part of moments that define a periods of our lives. I love cars, from American muscle to Italian beauties but I'm a self confessed slow driver. My excuse is that it's better to be late than to be the late. Details about Paul's death are sketchy but one fact is clear, speed was a factor.

We've lost Paul, but in his death Paul sends us a message: Speed kills. We've lost too many loved ones to speed. As a passenger your life is literally in the driver's hands. Insist on a little caution. We'll miss you Paul and thanks for the joy you brought to millions of lives across the world. You lived. RIP.