#IBSMF2019 - The Yum, The Bland and The Bleh



If you've been on my timeline on any of the social media platforms I belong to, by now you should be used to the fact that I occasionally deliver messages that no one sent me. This is yet another one of such instances.
Last weekend, the Ìbàdàn Social Media Festival team hosted its third edition of the festival at PentonRise Events Centre and yours truly was there just to share my thoughts about how it went. Let's get right to it.


The Yum 😍
I need to commend the team on how time conscious they were. Contrary to the African Time mentality, the event started early on both days.
The masterclass facilitators, panelists and moderators were top notch. They were as real and relatable as possible and it kind of reminded me of @awatiibadan's Rendezvous.
The sessions were explosive and there were lots of takeaways. The ones that resonate with me are : Acquire more skills and knowledge, be resourceful, improve your brand, be consistent and have faith in your God.
Though lengthy, the sessions were so engaging, one would hardly notice time was far spent.
It availed people the opportunity to network. Some tweeps got to meet their favourite twitter celebs too.
One of the sponsors (Tegbe Foundation) of the event gave out a brand new Camon 12 at the tail end of the event. Not only did they teach us that patience is a virtue, they also ensured the program ended on a high note.
I think the team should specially thank the management of that venue for proper ventilation and power supply. I can't imagine the trolls if power tripped off during that event or if the hall was not properly ventilated. They should be thanked for the maximum security the provided all through the event.
I think it's noteworthy that we took some peng pictures too😉😉


The Bland 😒
Turnout, though increased by day two, was underwhelming. For an event that had such massive publicity, I feel like Ibadan residents did not try.
As fine as that flowery Micra was, I feel the idea lacked originality.
I wonder why games and karaoke were listed as part of the programs of the event. Some of us would still have attended if they weren't included but adding stuff you have zero intentions of carrying out to the program of events is not so nice.


The Bleh🙄
How did some of the invited guests not show up? Just how?
As engaging and real as the sessions were, attention span naturally drops when hunger sets in
There was just a shawarma stand at that event. Was that deliberate or did the organisers not consider the fact that some people would have preferred to purchase something else?
During a particular session, the panelists and moderator kept pronouncing social as "shosho". Before you come for Ìbàdàn people (who would most likely say "sosia"), these people are not indigenes.


After all that has been said, I have just one question for the organisers and that'd be WHO ATE THE CAKE??

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