I met Tanuri two days ago, interesting guy, always smiles. He told me a story behind the name of his good, Nigerian friend, the fifth child that was born in his family. Quite tragically, all the previous baby had not survive the delivery due to some reason that Tanuri never mentioned. Alright, so the mother named this little boy Hotimi (or Rotimi, or even something else, I cant quite remember the name) which means: dont die on me. The boy live, grew up to be a fine man according to Tanuri.
Similarly, I hope this blog also doesnt die too quickly. It's nice to have one, I guess. Aite, special thanks to Heidi Nadhira for without our small chat this wouldnt be possible hahah.