Hiya. If I asked you for N200 or even N1000 when I'm in need, I am sure you would give me. Well, that's why I'm asking you right now to get my latest book. Its a comedy/humour book to serve as my contribution to easing the stress living in this world sometimes poses.
You can download it on your android device for just N200 on Okada books, or buy the kindle version on amazon for less than N750. If you don't have a kindle, you can always get your kindle app for free on your PC and all electronic devices, and still get to read the book. You can also get the hard copy from amazon and create space, no matter your location in the world.
So just search on Okadabooks or amazon for the title, For Laff's Sake.
However, I must warn you before you go ahead. Make sure your ribs and lungs are in perfect condition before you buy this book, or else, you might not survive before you finish it.
So please, support me with that token of yours, which you would still have given me anyway even if I wasn't offering you any value, and add some sunshine to your life by laughing hard.
If you know anyone in a foul mood, who is looking for a reason to smile, send this message to them, and let them know that there's a chill pill of humour out there, waiting to cure their disease.
Thanks for your support
@ilola
Celebrate with me. I have a new baby.
Monday, June 24, 2013
Hi people. Remember when I took 2 months break earlier this year? There were few reasons I decided to do that. One was because I did not have anything constructive to say then, and my posts started sounding like rambles to me. The other was because I was working on a few projects, and I knew I needed to concentrate because they were all interweaving and taking my time.
I was getting too overwhelmed, and one of the projects was not going as smoothly as I hoped. I was not happy about it because a lot depended on its success, and its success meant I had to fail along the way. So I decided to take a break, and told myself I wouldn’t resume until I finished my projects.
However, there was one of the projects I wasn’t able to complete in two months. This is because completing this project was like the process of being pregnant till I birth the baby. I knew I couldn’t afford to miscarry this baby. I also did not want to put external money into the project at this stage, because I wanted the project to generate its own funds.
After a while, it was obvious I couldn’t complete the project in two months, so I came back to blogsville without completing it, but know the fact that even though it was slower than I expected, the pathway had been laid, and it was just a matter of time (and money).
So people, four months later, I am presenting to you my new baby, a new and improved set African Naturalistas Hair products.
If you notice, I have reformulated, redesigned, rebranded, and expanded. This is in order to make sure that these products can stand any physical and scientific test, and be compared to the best Natural hair care products in the US. I noticed that many Nigerians use US products for their natural hair, just because they have no Nigerian products to cater for their unique challenges. So you have no excuse again, whether you are natural or a rtelaxed lady who just wants to reduce the amount of chemicals you use on your hair. We are here for you.
So if you want to find out more about these products, how you can purchase, etc. Click here. As for me, I am glad that I finally delivered this baby safely.
I was getting too overwhelmed, and one of the projects was not going as smoothly as I hoped. I was not happy about it because a lot depended on its success, and its success meant I had to fail along the way. So I decided to take a break, and told myself I wouldn’t resume until I finished my projects.
However, there was one of the projects I wasn’t able to complete in two months. This is because completing this project was like the process of being pregnant till I birth the baby. I knew I couldn’t afford to miscarry this baby. I also did not want to put external money into the project at this stage, because I wanted the project to generate its own funds.
After a while, it was obvious I couldn’t complete the project in two months, so I came back to blogsville without completing it, but know the fact that even though it was slower than I expected, the pathway had been laid, and it was just a matter of time (and money).
So people, four months later, I am presenting to you my new baby, a new and improved set African Naturalistas Hair products.
If you notice, I have reformulated, redesigned, rebranded, and expanded. This is in order to make sure that these products can stand any physical and scientific test, and be compared to the best Natural hair care products in the US. I noticed that many Nigerians use US products for their natural hair, just because they have no Nigerian products to cater for their unique challenges. So you have no excuse again, whether you are natural or a rtelaxed lady who just wants to reduce the amount of chemicals you use on your hair. We are here for you.
So if you want to find out more about these products, how you can purchase, etc. Click here. As for me, I am glad that I finally delivered this baby safely.
Judging Technology by Atilola Moronfolu
Monday, June 17, 2013
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On a fateful
afternoon, 22 year old Peter died, and was instantly transported to the
presence of the Lord to face judgement. Immediately he faced the Lord, he knew
something was seriously wrong.
“Peter, to be very
honest, I am not happy with the way you lived your life while you were on
earth.”
“Ooh Jeez, Lol. I
thought you and I were BFFs. How can you say you are not happy with me? IMHO, I
did the best I could do. Jeez, you can’t be serious. In fact, I am LMHO. After
all, when my friends were celebrating, I pinged them HBD, HWA, HML or GBU,
depending on the occasion they were celebrating. I tried to be as nice as
possible. What more could I have done?” Peter tried to defend himself.
“Excuse me Son,
what is the meaning of what you are saying. I created humans, and all the
languages in the world, but I can’t seem to understand this funny language you
are speaking to me.”
At this point
Peter, who had developed a short attention span due to his addiction to
technology while he was on earth, started getting carried away by his new
surroundings, and was looking round this new environment.
“OMG!!!! Is that my
younger brother, Andrew, the one who died at the age of eight? Wow, it’s been
long time I spoke with him. I must go and talk to him. BRB Jeez.”
The Lord
immediately pulled him back with an invisible force. “I don’t think you know
whose presence you are before. I don’t think it has dawned on you yet.”
“Ohhh Jeez, that’s
true Lord. I meant no disrespect to you Lord. To be honest, I really don’t I
can stand your presence, it is just too awesome. Your eyes are too holy to
behold iniquity. Facing you at this time just reminds me of what a sinful man I
am. Oh Lord, I really cannot do this. Let me just go to the next street, and
call you from there on my phone. I will use the opportunity to walk the streets
of gold for a while. And if by the time I am speaking to you, I cannot stand your
voice, we will just do this whole ‘passing my judgment’ thing by SMS. Better
still Lord, let’s chat over BBM or Whatsapp if you prefer that, since it seems
people are migrating to Whatsapp these days. It won’t cost a dime since I just
paid for my monthly subscription yesterday. That was before the car hit me.
Jeez, I hope your subscription hasn’t expired.
“I am really
shaking my head at your ignorance, son. If I paid the ultimate and most
expensive price two thousand years ago, do you really think the price for a BBM
subscription or whatever you call it will be a big deal for me?”
“Okay Lord, I am
sorry. You see… that is what I am talking about right there. You do not think
the way we humans think. You intimidate me Lord, I am not going to be able to
stand in your presence much longer. Let me just go to the corner so we can PING
each other. You can tell me what I did on earth to please you, so you can just
pass my judgement over the phone. I am pretty sure I am coming to heaven
anyway. After all, I was pretty cool on earth.”
“Oh no… not so
fast. You have to stay in my presence. That’s how judgment is passed here.
There’s no hiding from the shamelessness of your actions while you were on
earth.”
“Wow jeez, if you
acted this way on the internet in my world, you would have been referred to as
a Cyber bully. Okay, okay, I accept Lord. After all, I really don’t have a
choice.”
“Wrong dear, when
it comes to me, you always have a choice. The earth is man’s domain; therefore,
the choice of what to do was yours. This place is my domain, so the choice here
is mine. So if I have decided that no BBM PINGing or Whatsapp-ing is allowed
here, then take it as final.
“KK Lord.”
“There goes that
language I don’t understand again.” The Lord retorted. “I see that the
influence of this technology on your life has affected the way you and a lot of
people on earth interact with other human beings. Your social etiquette has
actually being so much affected, because you spend a larger percentage of your
waking hours hunched over one gadget or the other, rather than with human
beings.”
“Anyway, let’s get
on with your judgment. But before we even begin, I am the God of all, the whole
heaven and earth. Yet you find it hard to stand straight before me, even though
you claim to be in awe of my presence. Do you know the reason for this?”
“No jeez.” Peter
replied.
“Well, it is
because you have developed a bad posture of slouching, due to the fact that you
are always walking with your head down, and shoulders hunched over a
Smartphone. Your reliance on back-bending computers has caused you to ignore
your mother’s advice to stand up straight. Therefore, your backbone therefore
has been permanently bent.”
“So right now, even
if I wanted you to stand straight in my presence, I could not achieve it without
having to tamper with your freewill.”
“KK Lord.”
“Looking at your
activities on earth, to summarise the whole thing, you have been found guilty
of misusing technology.”
“Guilty of misusing
technology? With all due respect Lord, I really doubt that.”
“Oh really? Okay
then, spell my name.”
“Well, according to
internetslang.com, it is G-A-W-D. Simple!”
“Nice one Peter,
thank you for clearing the last shred of doubt I had left. Now, I don’t want to
hear one more word from you. Straight to the judgment…”
Count 1
You have been found
guilty of lying and intentional deceit. For every Friday night you tweeted
‘Clubbing trips’, even though in truth, you were just drooling saliva on your
pillow, because you did not have real-life friends to hang out with, for every
summer you spent in the Boy Scout boot camp, but you used Photoshop to create a
picture of you in a false location, uploaded it on Facebook, and typed ‘Hawai
sturves’, for all the times you were jobless, but were always fast to update
your phone DPs to pictures of I hate Mondays, and Thank God it’s Friday(TGIF),
so people will have the impression that you had a very busy time at work- for
all those times, you have displeased me. You have therefore been found guilty
of lying and deceit with the use of technology.
Count 2
You always arrive
late to every meeting you have because you were carried away by either playing
game on your PS2 or your iPad. You then send a text message to the people
fifteen minutes before the time of the meeting, saying, “Running late, will be
there in an hour’s time. TTYL”, not caring whether the other attendees are
already there or not. That my son, is the sin selfishness with the use of
technology.
Count 3
You have been found
guilty of terrorism. I know you are not a member of Al-Qaeda, have never
encouraged anyone to be a suicide bomber, and are not on the US no-fly list
since they don’t see you as a threat, but it doesn’t change the fact that you
are a terrorist anyway.
You are just an
introverted 22 year old guy, who cannot even open your mouth to save your life
when you are being bullied in school. You are nerdy, and have issues talking to
people, thanks to your underdeveloped social skills. Yet, you sit behind the
screen to assume a larger-than-life persona on social media. You therefore
bully people, drive people to depression with your wicked comments on different
forums. I am sure if these people knew just how insecure and powerless you were
in real life, they would have paid no heed to you, but unfortunately, they did
not. You have therefore been found guilty of terrorism with the use of
technology.
Count 4
You have been found
guilty of disrespecting my name. Peter, I checked your recent tweets before you
died. You joined the people doing the GodIsWatchingYou hash tag trend on
twitter. If that were all, it would have been better. You tweeted things like
“All dez girls dt wear 'Arse Pad' and
deceive boys... #GodIsWatchingYou. Shout Out to all the Choir Masters on my TL who (f-word) their
Choir-sisters after Choir Practice...#GodIsWatchingYou. I really don’t understand it Peter, I don’t know where you and your
friends get the courage to do this. You dare disrespect my name by putting it
in the same sentence with vulgar words. You have therefore been found guilty of
committing the sin of disrespecting and taking my name in vain with the use of
technology.
Count 5
You are guilty of
being wicked. You broke up with four girls by text message, not caring about
their feelings. You did not have the courtesy to call and speak with them. You
had to send them such insensitive messages.
You sent this to
Clara, “Have I told you lately how much I am in love with you? No? Think about
it, have a great life...”
And this to Janet,
“I'd climb the highest mountain. I'd swim the ocean blue. I'd do anything at
all my dear - just to get away from you.”
Then you pinged
this to Alicia, “I get so emotional when you are not around. I think the
emotion is called happiness.”
And this to
Latisha, “The only thing worse than being alone, is being with you.”
You did all these
over the phone. Now my dear, that is just the height of insensitivity.”
At this point,
shock could not even begin to describe the look on Peter’s face. To say that he
was dazed would be an understatement.
“Why are you
looking at me with such a shocked face? Oh, you thought I won’t see everything?
Well, let me tell you, Just like the devil’s eyes goes to and fro, looking for
whom to devour, my eyes also goes to and fro the earth. Did you forget that I
am the omnipresent one? Yes my dear, all your deeds are in this book for me to
read. I am guessing you are no more thinking that you and I doing this ‘whole
judgment thing’, as you put it, over BBM PINGs or Whatsapp is such a nice idea
after all. In fact, I think if I had agreed to your request, you would have
even switched off the phone on me by now, like you usually did to avoid
confrontation while you were on earth.
Count 6
You have been found
guilty of murder. Now, wipe that surprised look of your face. I am the God of
the whole earth, and I know you are thinking you did not kill anyone. But you
see… you did. I understand the fact that you were texting and driving at the
same time when you had this accident that sent you to my very presence. So you
see… you are guilty of murder. You murdered yourself. You committed murder with
the use of technology.”
Of course, by now,
Peter was completely speechless.
“So my dear Peter,
it breaks my heart to tell you this, but you leave me with no choice. There is
therefore no place for people like you in my kingdom. While you were on earth,
you were supposed to obey my commandments but you decided to do your own thing.
For this reason, you will not be able to come into this place. You would have
to go to hell, and be with the devil. I doubt that that will be an issue for
you, as with your use of technology, you had been dining with him all through
the period you were on earth, so you should be used to it by now.
Peter suddenly
found courage to talk again, only this time, he was not so confident and cocky
anymore. “OMG! Please Lord, give me one more chance. I promise I would turn
over a new leaf.”
“My judgment is
final, Peter.”
“Please Lord, just
one more chance, I promise. I would forever be a good person.”
After over two hours of begging God with his chat lingo…
What happened to Peter at the end of the day? Find out this and more humour stories in a copy of my new book, For Laff's Sake.
You can purchase the kindle version and hard copy from amazon, or download the soft copy on your android device for just N200 if you are in Nigeria. The hard copy is also available on createspace.com
Comedy has met Literature
Monday, June 3, 2013
Happy new month and week, everyone. I hope this post finds you in a good mood, cos I really need it to. After so much unexpected bumps, and lots of feet-dragging, I have finally released my second book, For Laff's Sake.
As you know, this is different from my first book, as it is collection of humour stories, written for the sole purpose of putting a smile on your face after a dreary day.
Honestly, you know I don't need to mention that without blogsville, my writing career will be nowhere by now. I appreciate each and everyone of you guys, honestly. Right from Myne, who I learnt a few things from when I released my first book, to the bloggers that critiqued this particular book. Toinlicious, Simply mee, Tamie, Okeoghene, Sugarspring, Anne. I also thank Mr Geebee for making sure I did not have to pay for an editor, cos as you know an editor cannot edit her own book. I thank every single member of blogsville. If you think this is just eye service, you should check the acknowledgement page of the book. You guys were actually the ones I acknowledged, lol.
The kindle edition can be purchased here and here on amazon, while the print edition will be available on amazon in a few days.
The Blogsville tour and give away of this book will be starting next week. Trust me, this book is one you don't want to miss. If you think I am lying, just ask the bloggers I mentioned above, who took part in the analysis. Your lungs will never remain the same by the time you are done.
As you know, this is different from my first book, as it is collection of humour stories, written for the sole purpose of putting a smile on your face after a dreary day.
Honestly, you know I don't need to mention that without blogsville, my writing career will be nowhere by now. I appreciate each and everyone of you guys, honestly. Right from Myne, who I learnt a few things from when I released my first book, to the bloggers that critiqued this particular book. Toinlicious, Simply mee, Tamie, Okeoghene, Sugarspring, Anne. I also thank Mr Geebee for making sure I did not have to pay for an editor, cos as you know an editor cannot edit her own book. I thank every single member of blogsville. If you think this is just eye service, you should check the acknowledgement page of the book. You guys were actually the ones I acknowledged, lol.
The kindle edition can be purchased here and here on amazon, while the print edition will be available on amazon in a few days.
The Blogsville tour and give away of this book will be starting next week. Trust me, this book is one you don't want to miss. If you think I am lying, just ask the bloggers I mentioned above, who took part in the analysis. Your lungs will never remain the same by the time you are done.
Bad Blogationships - Another Blogsville parody by Atilola Moronfolu
Monday, May 27, 2013
I know, I know. I promised myself to stay off
blogsville gist, but I just couldn't resist this one. It’s a parody post of our
relationships on blogsville. Some people might beef me for this, but trust me
it’s not meant for mudslinging. It’s just for us to laugh, but it has a 100%
truth in it. So here it goes
Parody terms
Blogationship- relationship
Bloygfriend- boyfriend
Have a blogationship with me – Follow me on blogger
Blicks and Blunches – Kicks and Punches
Die before your time - Leave blogsville while we still want you
When blogationships aren't working anymore, you can choose to do two things. Stay in it, be miserable and complain to every single soul in blogsville about your blogationship that has gone bad, or end that blogationship and move on. I am here to help you with examples of blogationships that are signalling whether to stay or move on
Parody terms
Blogationship- relationship
Bloygfriend- boyfriend
Have a blogationship with me – Follow me on blogger
Blicks and Blunches – Kicks and Punches
Die before your time - Leave blogsville while we still want you
When blogationships aren't working anymore, you can choose to do two things. Stay in it, be miserable and complain to every single soul in blogsville about your blogationship that has gone bad, or end that blogationship and move on. I am here to help you with examples of blogationships that are signalling whether to stay or move on
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1. Blogationships that drain you. They toast you all over the place. “Have a blogationship with me, you will never regret it.” They send twitter messages, facebook messages, drop comments, even appear at your home doorstep if you aren’t careful, just begging you for a blogationship. They send flowers, roses, chocolates, etc. “I love you, honey pie, sweetie pie, cookie crumble. Please, have a blogationship with me.” You finally decide they are nice and sweet because of the pleas and the gifts, and you decide to give them a chance. Voila that's the end you see of them. They ignore you like a vermin. No more comments on your blog, no more toasting, and they act like you don’t exist anymore. After all, they got what they want. You are the one now doing the commenting, toasting, gifting, etc. My dear, if you are mean like me, you would also drop them like its hot, and move on to better bloygfriends that truly love you.
2. Celebrity blogationships. They don't toast you. They are popular. You go to them, and you like what you see. They have all the gist happening in Nigeria, but they are addictive. They take your time, which really is money, they make you fight with their other bloygfriends all over their blog, maybe for their attention sef, and they don't even notice you, lol. Truth is anything addictive is bad. If you have work to do, please, move on from this blogationship. I remember following LIB. I unfollowed her after just 2 hrs. She was just all over the place on my dashboard, which is where I read my blogs from. And she almost made me miss the blog posts I really like. So I knew this celeb blogationship aint gonna work. Sorry I had to give a real life example for this one.
3. Blogationships that just aint working anymore. These bloygfriends also toast you. You visit their blogs, and you like what you see. You then decide to have a blogationship with them. Oh you are loving this blogationship and its going both ways. All of a sudden, they start changing. They don't blog about what they are known for anymore. They start swaying to the moves of the crowd, and they are getting attention for it, in form of traffic. You are wondering, “Where’s the sweet loving bloygfriend I used to have?” You miss your bloygfriend. So you talk to your bloygfriend and tell them your concerns, but in the end the choice is still theirs. They don't listen. You can do one of two things. Keep quiet, join the crowd and enjoy the new person your bloygfriend has turned out to be. Or if it’s bothering you too much, end the blogationship. There’s no right or wrong here. The choice is yours.
4. Vulgar blogationships. These are bloygfriends that toast you, you are not sure you like what you see but you still follow them anyway. You start a blogationship with them, and honestly they have nothing to talk about but how they slept with one married woman last week, a single woman this week, and a 19 year old next week. In fact they should have titled their blog, 'My Sexcapades'. After a year of this blogationship, you take stock and ask yourself what you've gained from this blogationship. Nada! Nothing! My dear, it’s time to move on. You are wasting valuable hours of your life that you could have used to make money, keeping that blogationship. But you can still keep the blogationship if reading about someone's sex life is your pastime.
5. Abusive blogationships. I think this speaks for itself. They toast you, you check out their blog, and you love what you see, so you start a blogationship with them. Suddenly, they start beating you or your friends up all over the place. They are best known in blogsville for their blicks and blunches. Whenever you see a post or comment from them, your heart starts beating fast before you read it because you are not sure if they'll throw e-grenades at you. They make your blood pressure rise, and cause you to land at the hospital. My dear, that blogationship aint doing you and your health no good. Do you want to die before your time? How would you take care of your blog-children if we lose you? End that blogationship right now!
So there it is. I'm sorry, I really tried to resist posting this, as in reality, I aint a trouble maker. I know it’s hard to believe, but trust me on that. Lol
So people of blogsville, please, just read, laugh and don’t take it personal. One more thing, forgive me if this offended you.
The Puff puff maker
Monday, May 20, 2013
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I have
become perfectly skilled in the art of making puff puff, thanks to Chill and
relax, the program which I have to host every month. Not like I wasn’t good wth making puff
puff before, but my puff puff making skills reminded me for my digital
electronics days back in university, where we had to work with binary codes, 1
today 0 tomorrow. Translation: I served you a perfect party puff puff today and
a ‘wharraheck is this thing’ tomorrow.
I have
graduated from making a giant mass of amoeba, or as the secondary school
students will call it, HamoEba, to making a kind of puff puff that would give
9jafoodie and dobby a run for their money.
You might
ask yourself why I have to make for puff puff for Chill and Relax, when I could
just buy cupcakes. You might even wonder why I am stressing myself, wasting
my time, my mummy’s ororo, and the family gas cooker. Well, the money I get
from Chill and Relax donations is very interesting. I have stopped wondering
why some pastors shamelessly employ innovative means for their congregation to drop
fat offerings. I don’t blame them, and I think I would have take more lessons from
them. So if 30 something people want to come to Chill and Relax and hurdle
around six tiny cupcakes, be my guest. Else, I am confined to making puff puff.
As you
might be suspecting by now, this article really has no point. It is just a
useless article to let you know three things
- I am a good writer, and inspiration can come from the basest things, even as base making puff puff
- To do a shameless publicity for chill and relax
- I am now skilled in the art of making puff puff. And if you doubt me, come for Chill and Relax. You yourself will testify.
Yay. I am still alive.
Monday, May 6, 2013
"It’s all because of Jesus I'm alive
It’s all because the blood of Jesus Christ
It covers me and raises this dead man's life
It’s all because of Jesus I'm alive"
- Casting crowns
Don’t fear, this blog is still a writing
blog, not a religious one, but I would be the most ungrateful if I do not
testify the goodness of God.
I was coming from vigil on 30th of March when my
car’s electric system my battery started shutting down bit by bit. It started
with the dashboard function, the window, and automatic light. I turned on the
light manually, hoping that since the car had already started, it won’t stop
until I turned the engine off. Later, the light started shutting down
completely, the horn stopped working, locks stopped working, the whole electric
system. I was driving in the dark, and my lights were out. I was like if you
will die, die on the island o, not on 3rd mainland, but I am still thinking
since I won’t turn it off, the engine won’t die. I got on 3rd mainland and was
going, if the dashboard functions were working, I'm sure I'd have known that
the car won’t get me home. Cos I must have been going at 120 but the car must
have been moving at 60. You know what… the car shut down completely!... In the
middle of 3rd mainland… at 5:25am. Immediately I noticed it slowing, I knew
there was trouble. I moved to the slow lane and believe it or not, I kept on
pressing accelerator that wasn’t responding, my foot was shaking, sweating.
Panic! I thought is this where my short life will end? In the middle of 3rd
mainland bridge? Everyone jokes about being stranded on the bridge at night.
Some comedians say if you are stranded on the bridge at night, you jump inside
the river or lock yourself in your boot, cos it will be better than what your
eyes will see. People my case was worse, it was 5.25 am. Everywhere dark, people
were sleeping. Suddenly, the comedians’ jokes didn’t seem funny anymore.
In the dark, I saw smoke coming out of my
car. I was like, there’s no way I am coming out of this car by this time, in
the dark. The only thing that would make me come out of this car is if it goes
up in flames, so I stayed put.
I called my rewire and told him wasup,
and then my credit finished after like 8 seconds. The phone that had the main
credit was off due to a weak battery. I
started panicking like a Christmas goat. I didn’t know who to call at that
time. So I sent BBMs to like 3 church people cos I felt they would still be
awake, since we left church around the same time. Only one person responded.
People I was confused. I started singing
“I plead the blood the blood of Jesus.” Then I prayed a bit and spoke in
tongues small, so I could build an atmosphere of worship and no attackers would
come, all the while, trying to get one church person to pick my rewire and drive
back to 3rd mainland. The BB battery had almost died. If it died, that was
gonna be the end cos they won’t be able to reach me again. My laptop was in the
boot, and I knew that whatever happens, I shouldn’t step out of the car cos I
would expose myself to the attackers that might be watching. I had gone from
sitting in a car to sitting in an ordinary metal box. I couldn’t put on hazard
light cos the electric system was down, so all the cars that were passing would
almost reach me before seeing that there’s a dead metal box on the road, since
it was still dark. I am sure those cars were either coming from vigils of
clubs, since it was Friday midnight into Saturday morning. It was by God’s
grace that I didn’t get hit.
After a while I just stopped worshiping
and kabashing. It was a panic prayer mixed with faith, but I couldn’t do panic
prayer for long. It’s just not my thing. So I just asked God to take control
and laid back. I knew only two things could happen, I could lose my life and/or
my possessions. There was no way I could lose the car. Whatever thief wanted to
steal the car would have to come to start it with his own battery first, lol.
But something just kept telling me that it was not time for me to die. So that
left the loss of the possessions. After I kept scolding myself for not backing
up the latest piece of story I had been writing, I calmed a bit, and just kept
waiting for help. It wasn’t until past 6.00 am that it occurred to me to start
hiding my possessions under the car seat. I hid my wallet, kindle, the dead phone
and charger, iPod. I even hid my Hollandia yoghurt. Why should the robbers get
to drink the yoghurt I bought with my money? Lol
At the end, I had my mini umbrella, lip
gloss, watch, pen and some pieces of papers left in my bag. If the robbers came,
I will just give them the bag. The weight of the umbrella will make it seem
like there’s something there. I called the Lagos state distress emergency
number. An automated voice said someone would be on the line shortly, and then
it cut off. This happened twice. The emergency thing is just rubbish!
I turned off Twitter and Facebook on the BB
that was already almost dead. Some guy pinged me by past 6 am asking if that
was my hair in the pic, saying its beautiful. I was pissed. Who pings people by
6.00 am to strike up conversation? Obviously, the lady on the BB flyer was a
model. I told the guy not to ping me again cos I was stuck on the bridge, I needed the
last one bar I had left I that time.
A tolling van came. I don’t know how he
knew I was there. Probably the same way robbers always know too. When he realised
I didn't have money, he left without a word. He didn’t even offer to take me to
the end of the bridge, even though he was going that way, at least that way I would
be safe from cars that couldn’t see me and robbers. He left me there alone,
wickedly. His face was the only face I saw until the rewire and my friend came.
I was grateful because they must have either
gone back all the way to the island to turn or passed Ikorodu road to come out
of Adekunle. Either way, they took a big risk for me.
Without a word, my rewire changed the battery,
drove me home and took the car to his shop. I got home, thanked God preserving
my life and properties, and typed this testimony.
I thank God for everything, that I am
alive. I didn’t end up as one of the 3rd mainland bridge casualty
statistics, and wicked men did not find me.
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Aww, Vacation is over :(
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
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Okay, so my blog vacation is over. Phew.
I am not sure I was eager to come back because from my google reader, it seemed
like Myne and Eya were blogging every minute, and then no one else one blogging
at all. Where is everyone o? Did people just disappear because I did? Lol.
Anyway, I am back, and trust me, I am
back with a breath of fresh air. Seriously, I am coming with something new. I
saw all the fights and all from my google reader. And after all that, something
new is what we need in blogsville. I will be starting this in June. Anyway,
just start sniffing around, and you might know what I am talking about.
In summary, I am back from my blog
vacation, and you would be feeling my presence on your blogs.
And for people who think over-seriousness is worrying me, I think they should ask Michael Onobote, one of the bloggers I meet on a regular basis. With my sweet-mongering gymnastics and my wahala, I am sure he might have a different testimony. This is just a jara picture for you guys, so it won't be like I did not blog anything today.
And for people who think over-seriousness is worrying me, I think they should ask Michael Onobote, one of the bloggers I meet on a regular basis. With my sweet-mongering gymnastics and my wahala, I am sure he might have a different testimony. This is just a jara picture for you guys, so it won't be like I did not blog anything today.
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