There are times we have to reflect on certain mysteries that have come to affect our daily lives in such a manner that keeps us wondering about the complexity of life in its entire form. There’s something extraordinary about this 3-letter word that makes me borrow a line from a traditional praise-song poem to sufficiently describe it:
“… One sees and points towards with all one’s fingers.”
What’s so special about SEX that makes everybody want to talk about it? This assumption might not be generally acceptable because even with the advancement of technology and a lot of stuff that has now come to stay, a lot of people especially in religious quarters still don’t want to talk about it. If you have never thought about the true essence of SEX and all the mystery that surrounds it, maybe we should all spend a few minutes after reading this to critically examine if there’s really a mystery surrounding this word.
Have u ever wondered why husbands cheat on their wives because of sex and vice-versa?
Have u ever wondered why parents find it so difficult to talk to their children about sex?
Have u ever wondered why a whole lot of us can’t wait until we get married before we experiment with sex?
Have u ever wondered what the world would look like if God activates our hormones on our wedding night?
Have u ever wondered why it is believed that sex affects our destinies?
My thoughts and contribution towards making the world a better place!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
F-R-U-S-T-R-A-T-I-O-N!
When one becomes frustrated or is becoming frustrated just like I am, different thoughts begin to fight for attention in one’s soul and mind. I don’t even know why I was born in Nigeria because I’m beginning to think that nothing works in this country unless you know the right people or have the right connections. Before you begin to wonder why this guy suddenly disappeared from blogville and suddenly appears again with this kind of post/blabbing, I’m simply frustrated because I don’t have a job yet. A blogger advised I would feel much better if I let out my anger on blogville rather than keep it all to myself.
It’s been two months since the end of serving my fatherland via that structure called NYSC.To a lot of people; they think I’m just giving myself unnecessary stress because I haven’t really stayed at home for a very long time. Why shouldn’t I be bothered when I don’t know if I’m still going to be staying at home for a longer time? At my age, I carry my old man’s stuff to the car every morning just to ensure something drops in my pocket before he leaves for work in the mornings when I’m supposed to be the one dropping something for my parents. I have to cook, baby-sit (my sister’s kid) and run weird errands. The most annoying thing about getting a job in this country is writing GMAT tests which I have come to hate so much, probably due to the fact that I never liked Maths but seriously I don’t think those tests are a true test of one’s ability. A friend was telling me a few days back that she knows some guy who knows all the answers to a particular bank’s test because he has written it so many times but still hasn’t gotten a job.
I was surprised a few days back when I received a text from an … agency where I had gone to write one of such tests telling me "you did your best but unfortunately you did not pass the best …".How on earth was I going to pass the test in the first place when we had just 15 mins to answer 20 questions with Maths questions you needed to work out before you picked your answers? The funny thing about the experience was that a few hours after I got the text, another text came in from them telling me to disregard the first text I got from them because they were having some problems with their SMS provider. At this time, I was expecting a miracle until …I got another text telling me I finally didn’t pass the test! A certain popular blogger has been ‘yabbing’ and calling me an ‘olodo’ because I couldn’t pass the test .For the fun of it; I think this blogger should take the test and see if he deserves to call me an ‘olodo’.
Am I feeling better now that I have let it all out?
It’s been two months since the end of serving my fatherland via that structure called NYSC.To a lot of people; they think I’m just giving myself unnecessary stress because I haven’t really stayed at home for a very long time. Why shouldn’t I be bothered when I don’t know if I’m still going to be staying at home for a longer time? At my age, I carry my old man’s stuff to the car every morning just to ensure something drops in my pocket before he leaves for work in the mornings when I’m supposed to be the one dropping something for my parents. I have to cook, baby-sit (my sister’s kid) and run weird errands. The most annoying thing about getting a job in this country is writing GMAT tests which I have come to hate so much, probably due to the fact that I never liked Maths but seriously I don’t think those tests are a true test of one’s ability. A friend was telling me a few days back that she knows some guy who knows all the answers to a particular bank’s test because he has written it so many times but still hasn’t gotten a job.
I was surprised a few days back when I received a text from an … agency where I had gone to write one of such tests telling me "you did your best but unfortunately you did not pass the best …".How on earth was I going to pass the test in the first place when we had just 15 mins to answer 20 questions with Maths questions you needed to work out before you picked your answers? The funny thing about the experience was that a few hours after I got the text, another text came in from them telling me to disregard the first text I got from them because they were having some problems with their SMS provider. At this time, I was expecting a miracle until …I got another text telling me I finally didn’t pass the test! A certain popular blogger has been ‘yabbing’ and calling me an ‘olodo’ because I couldn’t pass the test .For the fun of it; I think this blogger should take the test and see if he deserves to call me an ‘olodo’.
Am I feeling better now that I have let it all out?
Saturday, October 4, 2008
STALELITE
This is the Part 2 of the joint post 'Jambite' - posted on Naijalines' blog several weeks back. I must confess that Naijalines has been a great friend,sister,motivator and virtual crush (this started when she started the virtual crush craze on blogville) since my sojourn into blogging began. I must also remind you that Naijalines and I graduated from the same university and same department(great coincidence) but I must also mention that she graduated in the 80s while I graduated sometime in 2007 (Naijalines,I prostrate in deep respect!).
From our contributions, I hope you will be able to appreciate the different periods and time span.
MUSCO
200 level created other ‘levels’ for cousin & I
We joined the league of BQ boys
Though we had to pay through the nose for it
We moved in and everybody thought we were rich guys
But we actually lived like normal guys drinking garri & cooking beans(once in a while)
U.I had become so conservative
Everywhere was silent & deserted after 9pm
Nothing interesting was happening on campus
Triangular life was the way
Class-Hostel-Fellowship
There was no main joint in the whole campus where students could hang out
After 9pm, you were at risk of getting your phone snatched
Security became a big issue
We defiled all odds
Moving around at odd hours wasn’t a big deal for us
The roads leading to female halls Idia & Awo knew us well
Apart from visiting the girls
The English Premiership & Champions League made Awo Hall a delight to visit
After visiting the girls & watching football
We branched at Iya John’s in front of Idia Hall to fill the stomach for dinner
This woman was a jack-of-all food
She sold everything from moi-moi, fried yam, akara, bread to fried meat
The table used for selling became a meeting point for many on campus
Girls were chased & toasted while akara was being sold & bought .
In my last two years in the premier University
I got involved in a relationship that generated a lot of gossip
A lot of friends believed
I was too cool and smooth for the relationship
It didn't work out in the end
I learnt my lessons though.
The club boys made Friday nights interesting with their convoys
Their penchant for lining up their cars in front of Idia & St.Annes added a little bit of life
Never went to a convoy party until after my final exams in U.I
We were still on the move to the party venue at 1a.m
Girl I was supposed to go with
Came to the take-off point with me but ended up
Zooming off in another guy’s car.
NAIJALINES
As a female stalelite, there was only one way out if you wanted a social life.
When bobos ask you if you're a jambite
Better say yes or you're dust
You see...a stalelite is like an adelebo*{1}
You are yesterday's news
So if you really like a toasterYou paro fun ni o*{2}
Then later ti o ba ti gba ti e*{3}
You drop the bombshell...gently
The same thing goes for party invitations
Do not tell guys the 'S' word
If you don't want to become party woodliceA.k.a. unwanted infestation
Lie, lie, lie if you want to go to the 'happening' parties in town.
I never really understood the 'discrimination' against stalelites
Except that guys liked fresh blood a.k.a journey just come
You see it was an advantage to guys
Particularly those with the worst reputations
If the girl does not know a boy is 'bad', she may not be on her guard
And so she becomes game a.k.a prey to the hungry lions
I remember Dr (Mrs) Ogunyemi
Our English Prose and Feminism Lecturer
Boy, she was good!
Her passion gave feminism a vibrant following
Boys frowned, girls cheered.
We danced with joy to Elizabeth's strength of character in Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice
We were all too aware of the injustice and oppression in Buchi Emecheta's Second Class Citizen...
so shocking...
Sexism in Nigeria's igbo culture intermingled with racism to become a woman's nightmare in far away England.
To this day, those two books remain staple favourites in my library
I remember Dr Ashaolu
Our English Poetry and African Drama lecturer
Everyone loved his lecturing style, his calm gentle manner
He was also my supervisor for my final thesis
It was a wonderful experience
I did not let him down. I did well.
I remember sharing a room with born again christians in my 3rd year
Actually they were cool once they realised I wasn't the fellowship type
I did my thing, they did theirs
My boyfriend was off to NYSC then
He was 2 years ahead of me
For some reason he thought it would be a good idea for us to take a 'break'
A.k.a. this is my year to sleep around before I come back to you
I did not argue. He had his 'break'.
By the time he came back, someone else was filling in, covering his 'break'
He was livid, I was amused.
"What's the matter?" I asked
"I thought you wanted a break, did you have fun?"
"It wasn't that sort of break", he snapped.
Anyway, he gave me an ultimatum
I broke up with the other guy
We got back together.
In hindsight it was a mistake
Ah...we learn, we learn.
A year later I broke up with Mr Ultimatum
We were meant to travel together to the UK and get married
We didn't make it
Such is life
Many girls had the same experience with 'NYSC break -up strategy'
Boys were so stupid then. Are they still like that now?
Uni experiences do shape and prepare one for the adult world
So much is learnt about oneself and relationships with others
The stalelite says goodbye to teenagehood and hello to full adulthood
Unfortunately, adulthood does not come with an instruction manual
You have to find your way.
Translations - Yoruba to English:
1. Adelebo - Married woman (just 'poetic licence' - no sexism intended or to be inferred)
2. You lie to him
3. Later when he's really into you
From our contributions, I hope you will be able to appreciate the different periods and time span.
MUSCO
200 level created other ‘levels’ for cousin & I
We joined the league of BQ boys
Though we had to pay through the nose for it
We moved in and everybody thought we were rich guys
But we actually lived like normal guys drinking garri & cooking beans(once in a while)
U.I had become so conservative
Everywhere was silent & deserted after 9pm
Nothing interesting was happening on campus
Triangular life was the way
Class-Hostel-Fellowship
There was no main joint in the whole campus where students could hang out
After 9pm, you were at risk of getting your phone snatched
Security became a big issue
We defiled all odds
Moving around at odd hours wasn’t a big deal for us
The roads leading to female halls Idia & Awo knew us well
Apart from visiting the girls
The English Premiership & Champions League made Awo Hall a delight to visit
After visiting the girls & watching football
We branched at Iya John’s in front of Idia Hall to fill the stomach for dinner
This woman was a jack-of-all food
She sold everything from moi-moi, fried yam, akara, bread to fried meat
The table used for selling became a meeting point for many on campus
Girls were chased & toasted while akara was being sold & bought .
In my last two years in the premier University
I got involved in a relationship that generated a lot of gossip
A lot of friends believed
I was too cool and smooth for the relationship
It didn't work out in the end
I learnt my lessons though.
The club boys made Friday nights interesting with their convoys
Their penchant for lining up their cars in front of Idia & St.Annes added a little bit of life
Never went to a convoy party until after my final exams in U.I
We were still on the move to the party venue at 1a.m
Girl I was supposed to go with
Came to the take-off point with me but ended up
Zooming off in another guy’s car.
NAIJALINES
As a female stalelite, there was only one way out if you wanted a social life.
When bobos ask you if you're a jambite
Better say yes or you're dust
You see...a stalelite is like an adelebo*{1}
You are yesterday's news
So if you really like a toasterYou paro fun ni o*{2}
Then later ti o ba ti gba ti e*{3}
You drop the bombshell...gently
The same thing goes for party invitations
Do not tell guys the 'S' word
If you don't want to become party woodliceA.k.a. unwanted infestation
Lie, lie, lie if you want to go to the 'happening' parties in town.
I never really understood the 'discrimination' against stalelites
Except that guys liked fresh blood a.k.a journey just come
You see it was an advantage to guys
Particularly those with the worst reputations
If the girl does not know a boy is 'bad', she may not be on her guard
And so she becomes game a.k.a prey to the hungry lions
I remember Dr (Mrs) Ogunyemi
Our English Prose and Feminism Lecturer
Boy, she was good!
Her passion gave feminism a vibrant following
Boys frowned, girls cheered.
We danced with joy to Elizabeth's strength of character in Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice
We were all too aware of the injustice and oppression in Buchi Emecheta's Second Class Citizen...
so shocking...
Sexism in Nigeria's igbo culture intermingled with racism to become a woman's nightmare in far away England.
To this day, those two books remain staple favourites in my library
I remember Dr Ashaolu
Our English Poetry and African Drama lecturer
Everyone loved his lecturing style, his calm gentle manner
He was also my supervisor for my final thesis
It was a wonderful experience
I did not let him down. I did well.
I remember sharing a room with born again christians in my 3rd year
Actually they were cool once they realised I wasn't the fellowship type
I did my thing, they did theirs
My boyfriend was off to NYSC then
He was 2 years ahead of me
For some reason he thought it would be a good idea for us to take a 'break'
A.k.a. this is my year to sleep around before I come back to you
I did not argue. He had his 'break'.
By the time he came back, someone else was filling in, covering his 'break'
He was livid, I was amused.
"What's the matter?" I asked
"I thought you wanted a break, did you have fun?"
"It wasn't that sort of break", he snapped.
Anyway, he gave me an ultimatum
I broke up with the other guy
We got back together.
In hindsight it was a mistake
Ah...we learn, we learn.
A year later I broke up with Mr Ultimatum
We were meant to travel together to the UK and get married
We didn't make it
Such is life
Many girls had the same experience with 'NYSC break -up strategy'
Boys were so stupid then. Are they still like that now?
Uni experiences do shape and prepare one for the adult world
So much is learnt about oneself and relationships with others
The stalelite says goodbye to teenagehood and hello to full adulthood
Unfortunately, adulthood does not come with an instruction manual
You have to find your way.
Translations - Yoruba to English:
1. Adelebo - Married woman (just 'poetic licence' - no sexism intended or to be inferred)
2. You lie to him
3. Later when he's really into you
Thursday, September 18, 2008
SBR UNDILUTED!
I'm back!Special thanks to all those who sent in comments to encourage me during a very tough emotional crisis period.I survived it and I strongly believe we are back together stronger than before!
On Saturday 13th September,2008,I found myself on the beach for the much publicised 'Summer Blogger Reunion'.I must confess that I kept asking myself when I got to the beach if I was actually in my right senses probably because I got there early and there was nothing like SBR going on anywhere in sight and because I had been relating with total strangers via phone calls.I called Princesa(the girl fine no be small 4 real life o) and she told me she was still on her way to the beach.I was actually the first to arrive(dem no give me award sha).My troubled mind began to relax and decided to do a little bit of bonding very close to the ocean with the friend I took along.
Princesa got to the beach and we immediately hit it off as if we had been friends for a long while.She came with her sister and I'm seriously regretting now that I left the beach without collecting her phone number(abeg no vex princesa).The other guys didn't come in on time and I was really getting worried that the whole thing was going to mess up.I'm so sure Princesa was getting worried too but she didn't show it at all.Princesa forced me to stand up to dance with her by force even when the party had not started but that really got me grooving before the other bloggers showed up.
The next set of guys to show up were the controversial exschoolnerd,charizad and woomie o.These creatures-sorry-bloggers made me realise I hadn't wasted my hard-earned resources to come for the party.I had to rub my eyes twice to make sure I was seeing exschoolnerd for real.She actually didn't act as crazy as she has made all of us believe.I actually didn't know why she wanted to beat me when I introduced myself.Apart from exschoolnerd,Princesa and Charizad,I was the only other blogger that didn't really care about giving away his true identity when anybody asked.Charizad was all over exschoolnerd and woomie o as if what they shared inside the taxi wasn't enough(thanks to exschoolnerd).
Three guys at the party however refused to let us in on their identity but we had fun like you all know already.There were latecomers also but they ended up 'hyping' the party.Baddeeeeeeeeeeeeeerchic-this girl is something else!I almost killed myself or did I make d mistake of dancing with her?This girl can dance despite ......!Badderchic if u are reading this,abeg who is that chic u came with?
How did I leave fineboyagbero out of the picture?When he came in,he claimed he was an anonymous blogger but it didn't take us time to figure out who he really was.This guy is fine but he actually didn't show us any 'agbero' skills.He just kept taking pictures as if he was working for CITY PEOPLE.Miz-cynic added flavour to the party with her lovely smile.I kept looking at her from afar just to catch a glimpse of that enchanting smile of hers.She dances very well too.
The beauty of the SBR was that most of us were total strangers but we blended and mingled as if we had known each other for ages!
FOR ...!
I actually told SOMEONE that I was going to dedicate an entire post to her for all the stress she went through in organising the SBR.PRINCESA,this post is for you!
On Saturday 13th September,2008,I found myself on the beach for the much publicised 'Summer Blogger Reunion'.I must confess that I kept asking myself when I got to the beach if I was actually in my right senses probably because I got there early and there was nothing like SBR going on anywhere in sight and because I had been relating with total strangers via phone calls.I called Princesa(the girl fine no be small 4 real life o) and she told me she was still on her way to the beach.I was actually the first to arrive(dem no give me award sha).My troubled mind began to relax and decided to do a little bit of bonding very close to the ocean with the friend I took along.
Princesa got to the beach and we immediately hit it off as if we had been friends for a long while.She came with her sister and I'm seriously regretting now that I left the beach without collecting her phone number(abeg no vex princesa).The other guys didn't come in on time and I was really getting worried that the whole thing was going to mess up.I'm so sure Princesa was getting worried too but she didn't show it at all.Princesa forced me to stand up to dance with her by force even when the party had not started but that really got me grooving before the other bloggers showed up.
The next set of guys to show up were the controversial exschoolnerd,charizad and woomie o.These creatures-sorry-bloggers made me realise I hadn't wasted my hard-earned resources to come for the party.I had to rub my eyes twice to make sure I was seeing exschoolnerd for real.She actually didn't act as crazy as she has made all of us believe.I actually didn't know why she wanted to beat me when I introduced myself.Apart from exschoolnerd,Princesa and Charizad,I was the only other blogger that didn't really care about giving away his true identity when anybody asked.Charizad was all over exschoolnerd and woomie o as if what they shared inside the taxi wasn't enough(thanks to exschoolnerd).
Three guys at the party however refused to let us in on their identity but we had fun like you all know already.There were latecomers also but they ended up 'hyping' the party.Baddeeeeeeeeeeeeeerchic-this girl is something else!I almost killed myself or did I make d mistake of dancing with her?This girl can dance despite ......!Badderchic if u are reading this,abeg who is that chic u came with?
How did I leave fineboyagbero out of the picture?When he came in,he claimed he was an anonymous blogger but it didn't take us time to figure out who he really was.This guy is fine but he actually didn't show us any 'agbero' skills.He just kept taking pictures as if he was working for CITY PEOPLE.Miz-cynic added flavour to the party with her lovely smile.I kept looking at her from afar just to catch a glimpse of that enchanting smile of hers.She dances very well too.
The beauty of the SBR was that most of us were total strangers but we blended and mingled as if we had known each other for ages!
FOR ...!
I actually told SOMEONE that I was going to dedicate an entire post to her for all the stress she went through in organising the SBR.PRINCESA,this post is for you!
Monday, September 15, 2008
CONFESSION!
I was pushed by guilt to make a confession to the 'loml' some few hours ago about some things that went down between me and my last controversial post(i'm sure d women on blogville are happy now).
'Loml' didn't find it funny at all and she has refused to listen to my pleas to act as if nothing happened.Kai,i don enter my own!R.kelly's 'if i could turn back the hands of time' comes in handy into my life right now and it has been on playback in my head since I made that confession.Though I feel better now after making the confession,the way she is taking it is driving me crazy.She doesn't even want to see me -forever?(i go die!) at least for now.
I'm out of blogville till I sort out my emotional issues!
'Loml' didn't find it funny at all and she has refused to listen to my pleas to act as if nothing happened.Kai,i don enter my own!R.kelly's 'if i could turn back the hands of time' comes in handy into my life right now and it has been on playback in my head since I made that confession.Though I feel better now after making the confession,the way she is taking it is driving me crazy.She doesn't even want to see me -forever?(i go die!) at least for now.
I'm out of blogville till I sort out my emotional issues!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
G-I-R-L-S!
With due respect to all the girls-(i'm so sorry)-ladies in blogville,I'm so surprised that some ladies feel that they can call the shots in any relationship,friendship or whatever exists in anything that has to do with both sexes.
I met her some few months ago.
The first time I talked to her,she had the usual 'why do u want to talk to me?' air around her.The fact that I wanted to prove a point and test my skills(guys will understand better) made me continue the quest of making her my friend.It wasn't supposed to be more than that but 'somethings' went down and we became attracted(her word for what went down) to each other.She obviously thought I wanted something more but left to me I was having fun and reducing the boredom I was entangled with during the remaining few weeks to the end of my service year.
I wanted to be a good guy and gentlemen when I wanted us to talk about 'it' so that she wouldn't think I was a bad guy that wanted to 'chop and go'(stop it!-i didn't chop anything o before your imagination starts running wild).
She sits up straight and says 'I don't think you know me at all.I told you before that there can't be anything between us more than us being friends....'
I was laughing seriously on the inside,I never asked for anything more than friendship!
Girls(don't know why I keep using this word)-sorry-ladies feel they always know it all and can control the pace of anything especially relationships.To me,it doesn't work out that way especially when the guy you are dealing with has been a 'bad boy' before and has already seen it all as per relationships.We only want friendship alone at times!
Special thanks to all the ladies who hold on when we(guys) go astray!Infact this post is dedicated to you all!
I met her some few months ago.
The first time I talked to her,she had the usual 'why do u want to talk to me?' air around her.The fact that I wanted to prove a point and test my skills(guys will understand better) made me continue the quest of making her my friend.It wasn't supposed to be more than that but 'somethings' went down and we became attracted(her word for what went down) to each other.She obviously thought I wanted something more but left to me I was having fun and reducing the boredom I was entangled with during the remaining few weeks to the end of my service year.
I wanted to be a good guy and gentlemen when I wanted us to talk about 'it' so that she wouldn't think I was a bad guy that wanted to 'chop and go'(stop it!-i didn't chop anything o before your imagination starts running wild).
She sits up straight and says 'I don't think you know me at all.I told you before that there can't be anything between us more than us being friends....'
I was laughing seriously on the inside,I never asked for anything more than friendship!
Girls(don't know why I keep using this word)-sorry-ladies feel they always know it all and can control the pace of anything especially relationships.To me,it doesn't work out that way especially when the guy you are dealing with has been a 'bad boy' before and has already seen it all as per relationships.We only want friendship alone at times!
Special thanks to all the ladies who hold on when we(guys) go astray!Infact this post is dedicated to you all!
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Rantings of a CLO
For a whole year, I have been doing the most difficult job anyone can imagine.I have been managing a group of about 200 people or thereabout.I have come to realise that people or let's say that Nigerian folks are so difficult to manage.
I don't know why anyone who has gone through the four walls of a citadel of learning in Nigeria would find it so difficult to pay a token fee of 500naira out of a monthly stipend(allawee) of about 9,750naira (even though it's not paid on time) to embark on a project that will benefit a certain part of the community.I have learnt so much from this and I have realised that a lot of us always want to take without giving back.Talking about giving back to the community,do you believe that there is an Health Centre I know of where they use candles to take deliveries because of non-avaliablity of electricity?
With just a week and a few days to dumping the uniform nobody has respect for in a city where the governor is trying to leave a mark by planting trees,I look back and remember once again how the journey started,friends that have been made for life,people with characters that will always make you laugh and wonder whether they dropped from the moon.I promise to do full package of these characters in the nearest future.Still counting the days,all the job oppourtunities in Nigeria seem to have disappeared.I desperately need a job because I want to get married soon o.(just joking & hope one tall lanky blogger won't take me up on this once again)
On a lighter note,a fellow 'ajuwaya' claims he doesn't pay transport fare whenever he is in his uniform.All he does when the conductor asks for the fare is to say 'staff'.I tried it once and I was almost slapped by the conductor.I 'jejeli' brought out my money.Who wants to be disgraced in Lagos?
I don't know why anyone who has gone through the four walls of a citadel of learning in Nigeria would find it so difficult to pay a token fee of 500naira out of a monthly stipend(allawee) of about 9,750naira (even though it's not paid on time) to embark on a project that will benefit a certain part of the community.I have learnt so much from this and I have realised that a lot of us always want to take without giving back.Talking about giving back to the community,do you believe that there is an Health Centre I know of where they use candles to take deliveries because of non-avaliablity of electricity?
With just a week and a few days to dumping the uniform nobody has respect for in a city where the governor is trying to leave a mark by planting trees,I look back and remember once again how the journey started,friends that have been made for life,people with characters that will always make you laugh and wonder whether they dropped from the moon.I promise to do full package of these characters in the nearest future.Still counting the days,all the job oppourtunities in Nigeria seem to have disappeared.I desperately need a job because I want to get married soon o.(just joking & hope one tall lanky blogger won't take me up on this once again)
On a lighter note,a fellow 'ajuwaya' claims he doesn't pay transport fare whenever he is in his uniform.All he does when the conductor asks for the fare is to say 'staff'.I tried it once and I was almost slapped by the conductor.I 'jejeli' brought out my money.Who wants to be disgraced in Lagos?
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