tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87952697495423094442024-03-13T15:35:42.674-07:00memoir of a 9ja boywellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-47602985865055984382011-06-25T08:53:00.000-07:002011-06-25T09:10:22.674-07:00CHOICESI have over the months struggled with the idea of returning to blogging but time won't just let me. Man must wack! No food for lazy lol. Well, due to some certain insight I have resolved to start blogging again. I missed here and I learnt a lo<br />t. I miss all you guys( #youknowyourselves) Below is a short story I wrote a while back. By the way, I'm a freelance writer and I need more writing jobs and opportunities o! Hope you enjoy it. <br /><br />Besides playing chess the only thing Jamiu did good was playing chess. From the early age of 9, Jamiu would frequent the local catholic priests, raptured in the mystery and magnificence of the game, he would watch keenly as they played. 'Chess, a game of deep thought, calculations and choices' the missionaries -who had left their comfort, always said to Jamiu. <br />In Nigeria the elite played chess, Jamiu's class fancied draughts. Aged pot bellied men would sit on opposite ends of a bench with a draughts board in the middle; playing with one hand chelsea london dry gin in the other, chatting, cursing and gossiping their lives away. Their young ones preferred thuggery, girls, patronizing video gaming shops and fiddling with drugs and alcohol. They had nothing to do with the mentally taxing. Jamiu dropped out of Aunty Bose Secondary School. His business studies teacher once asked him if fishery was an extraction, manufacture or service business, he stuttered 'mani, mani, manifashure'. <br />Jamiu thought nothing but chess. He literarily ate chess. He would miss lunch gazing at white and black plastic images ceaselessly for hours, muttering to himself. He would move a piece, stand up and switch to the opposite end of the board and then move an opposite colored piece. Mama Risi - his mother, would hopelessly stare at him, place her two hands on her head and move her head; left, right, left, right. Tears streaming down she would let out a pathetic hiss. She thought her son had gone mad. Emeka was making some money for himself trading, Lamidi was a conductor. He made #1,100 per day. Bisi had started her own paraga joint. China even sponsored himself to the University. Kunle alias black tiger was now in the agbero business. He put a girl in the family way and his mother would soon become a grand mother, mama Risi thought. She lamented her son's madness; always talking to himself, playing with images that looked like 'shigidi' to her. She suspected iya kunle. They had had a quarel. Iya kunle must have bewitched Jamiu she thought. <br />Jamiu's drunk father didn't <br />care whether Jamiu was Esu odara's puppet or not, he simply kicked Jamiu out, to fend for himself. Life was a game of chess, life had played, it was now Jamiu'<br />s move.wellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com49tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-46302314375696555562011-01-05T20:30:00.000-08:002011-01-06T12:48:24.115-08:00MUTALLAB THANKYOU.I wrote this piece about a year ago but after the recent unfortunate happenings I have decided to edit the post and reupload it. Mutallab just put Nigeria on the world scene. Even the multi-billion naira driven 'rebrand Nigeria' campaign couldn't neither Nigeria's super eagles nor her #3 world's biggest movie industry - Nollywood has brought her this much global spotlight at once. Nigeria is now on the terrorist WATCH list of the US government. and on the ‘watch’ of the world but Nigeria begs to differ lamenting a single act of attempted suicide bombing by her (born but not bred) citizen is not reasonable to label a whole country a terrorist state. On the contrary, Nigeria might not have a proven link with Al queda but the country has continually experienced sponsored religious upheavals and movements in different states as far back as the 1970s when it began with a radical islamic group- Maitatsine. It believed its leader was the last prophet according to the holy quran to shut heaven's door once and for all. Hence every dead after the closing goes to hell. Their goal was simple. Die before the prophet or go to hell! It was a mass and bloody suicide mission. The followers would throw themselves in front of bombs and bullets fired by the government forces sent to stamp them. Nigerian Government soon realised this method aided their course so it went after only the group's leader and after he was killed his corpse was shown to his followers. Heaven had been shut! The madness stopped. Nigeria has been showing too many signs of instability, radicalism and religious fundamentalism. The Boko Haram debacle in Jos and Benue state revealed the islamic militia had a philosophy, sponsors,training camps and weapons to rebel against the Government! What else is terrorism?Nigeria's minister of information Prof. Dora Akinyuli has made a weak attempt to defend the country against the labeling by the US government in a vague statement 'nigerians are good people'. Sterner moves and contacts need to be made to quell the higher rate of american visa denials that awaits nigerians and intensive search of arrivals from Nigeria at international airports as a result of the national stigma. In the miraculous absence of Nigeria's president who is said to be receiving treatment in a Saudi Arabia hospital, the minister of information and the minister for foreign affairs need to mitigate and manage the foul mess. Ironically, Yemen recieves tens of millions of dollars from the US for being a terrorist haven. Commonsense let's us know nigerians don't run cartels has big and successful as the mafians and neither are they responsible for up to half of the percentage of internet crimes committed by americans yet they are seen as the black sheep of this generation. Obviously a minister of foreign affairs responsible for the international image of the country is not doing his/her job efficiently.P.S. I wrote this over a year ago and then everyone disagreed with me over Nigeria being a terrorist state. On christmas and new year's eve bombs exploded in Jos and Abuja respectively and the Boko Haram islamic group have sent tapes to TV stations claiming responsibility for the bombings. I guess they just confirmed my views. I pray for Nigeria neverthelesswellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-51519254348138948462010-04-01T11:21:00.000-07:002010-04-01T11:23:39.968-07:00JOSISTHENEWCOOLI wrote this a long time ago but hopefully you still like it(whoever you are that still loves me so much to still read my blog after such disappearance )<br />ok we cannot but agree Jos has been etched on the nigerian entertainment map!Kevin a j boy just achieved a feat yoruba(Bayo) Igbo(ifunneka) et al couldn't do.Nigeria so deserved it the last time but we thank God now 'Jos'tice has been served.There seems to be something about that place.Psquare was exported to Lagos but we took no notice.M.I came and then we began to notice.Sage who is from Minna spent a good chunk of years in Jos.So did Toni Kan,Helon Habila e.t.c(who are award winning writers).A friend of mine who did not follow the first amstel malta street dance competition told me he didnt care what dance teams were in the competition,they couldnt match a group(soul quest) he knew.Alas,soul quest was in the competition and they won and guess what?They are from Jos!<br />Jos is the new cool.'Jos' now sounds and feels like Lagos.Do you know how many southwest vagabonds are claiming Lagos?Its cool to claim Jos nativity now.'Hi my name is Chibuzor,I'm from Jos!' 'Really?Nice to meet you.My name is Laide I'm also from Jos!'.Anything 'jos' now is cool.Jostina,Joshua,Jostice,Jostin e.t.c. On the night of Kevin's victory,one of our dearest female rappers said on twitter there must be something about Jos.She said she was looking for a Jos boyfriend!Gbam!It was so crazy everyone was tweeting ang googling Jos boy and girlfriends.And that's so good for my ego cos I'm already dating a Jos chic who coincidentally won the award for the most entertaining filmmaker in a movie production institution.Maybe the god of entertainment is in that plateau rock.Maybe Michael Jackson's ancestors where from Jos.Who knows?<br />Have you been trying to get Ekaette and it's not working?Just tell her you are from Jos and the magic the name 'Kings College' used to have on chics would be evoked! So go out there and add 'Jos' to your data... Have you been denied visa to somalia?Just change your name from 'jeffery' to 'josferry' you would be surprised what the name Jos can do.Even the name 'Jesus' has the sound of 'Jos' buried somewhere in it!wellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-38556430529249314132010-01-12T08:43:00.000-08:002010-01-12T09:11:36.292-08:00MUTALLAB,THANK YOU JARE!This piece is a bit late for publishing.Anyways enjoy it!<br /> Sign in your facebook account,search for ‘wellsbaba’,send me a friend request and if you look like a mutallab I’ll accept your request.Obviously you are rich and lonely.Go to my profile description and you’ll find a sentence that says something like ‘viewing the world through my feragamo shades,I see the world in a different color’.Simply put,I’m so objective I’ll take a job to advocate for the devil.<br /> Mutallab has just done what tourism,sports and Nollywood could not do for Nigeria.Even the mult-billion naira driven ‘rebrand Nigeria’ campaign cannot match this.Mutallab just put Nigeria on the WORLD scene again.We are now on the WATCH list of the US govt. and on the ‘watch’ of the world.Bad press,good press,it is press!Controversy,scandal,it is publicity!North Korea is infamous for its nuclear progams.China,wanton abuse of human rights.Russia,super-nigerian corruption.Italy,ultra-PDP Mafia.Just a little digression,do you think Nigerians run organized crime as big and successful as the mafia’s which is definitely worth billions of dollars?Why do we get to look like the bad guys?Just a lil brain teezer…..<br /> Germany has successfully managed and used to her advantage the stigma of Hitler and the holocaust.Statistics show that the percentage of internet crimes committed by Americans multiplies that of Nigerians yet Nigeria is made the black sheep while the US gets grants and support from silicon valley and technology giants and also get to employ the best hackers.Yemen gets multi-million dollar grants from US because it is a haven of terrorists.The irony of life!Dora and Maduekwe can turn this to a grant advantage for us if they really know what they are doing.<br /> Nigerians in our usual fashion have started talking.We are the ones that always know. ‘AH!Okocha should have cut the ball before shooting the ball’ ‘Odewingie can’t play.My son would score that ball’ Always coaches never players.We’ve named mutallab synonymous for anything rich and stupid. ‘Breeze,don’t be such a mutallab!’ ‘How can you call laide a mutallab?Is she rich?Mscheew’.Anyways,back to the subject,Mutallab.I just think he is a victim of opportunistic false teaching.A young boy who was trying to stay pure(unlike many of us,you know yourselves…you!Yes you! Oloju wonko wonko) in this sexually immoral world who was taken advantage of and lured into an anti-western radical movement.At times when I see, Lil Kim at events or some music videos or some girls at Yaba or gay marriages in American CHURCHES,I don’t blame Osama and his boys for their actions.<br /> Guys lets be candid,how many of us stands a chance looked in a room with a couple of the world’s best orators and psychologists who probably graduated from MIT or Harvardpromising you a better tomorrow filled with Beyounce looking bags of pleasure with bottoms that swallow g-strings and they can clap.Boobies so comfortable you don’t need Mouka foam?40 of them!Mutallab must have been thinking ‘Hefner of playboy mansion has nothing on me now’<br /> About the US labeling Nigeria a ‘terrorist state’ I think they did the right thing.Nigeria might not have a proven link with Al queda but we do have terrorists! The Boko Haram debacle revealed the militia had sponsors,training camps(Jesus! Training camps!) and weapons to rebel against the Government!What else is terrorism?No one knew this was going on in here.Lets not continue to live in a fools paradise and open our eyes to the truth,the fact that there have been a myriad of sponsored religious crisis since the 1970s when it began with ‘maitatsine’.A radical Islamic group that believed its leader was the last prophet who was to lock the door of heaven.Hence anyone who died after him would not enter heaven since the door would have been locked.So,these group whenever they fought the Nigerian army that was sent out to stamp them,they threw themselves in front of bullets and bombs.They had to get to heaven before their leader.It was bloody!The army had to stop fighting them and went only after the leader.When the leader was killed,he was displayed publicly.To his followers,heaven had been locked.There was no need to die senselessly again.Pathetic!<br /> Nigeria has been showing too many signs of instability,radicalism and religious fundamentalism.Not only the muslims,what of Rev King?Where is he?<br /><br />Btw,if you 'follow' my blog i promise to upload regularly.I love blogging but its such a chore going round to comment on all of your blogs!But if my followership increases i definitely would be encouraged to update more.Thankyou blogville....wellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-40218896357642788132009-09-28T09:43:00.000-07:002009-10-13T07:12:10.541-07:00I NEED A FRIENDI need a friend<br />I need a free end<br />An end I can be free<br />A close where I’m free<br />A cul-de-sac I can strip naked<br />Not a junction where the bus passes<br />A cocoon I can lick my wounds<br />A place to caper in the rain<br />A haven.My heaven.<br />In heaven I hear they hold hands and sing hallelujah!<br />This is hell where nobody really has a brother.<br />I know you heard Brutus betrayed Julius Ceasar<br />But you really need a sofa<br />To cushion your crash<br />To help you relax<br />Do you know how mother earth survives?<br />The clouds cry and pour out their burden till they are dehydrated<br />The ground shares their burden<br />Collects every single drop of their tears<br />And sends them vapour to end their thirst.<br />It’s the water cycle.<br />I am stagnant water<br />I long to flow into you freely<br />I long you pour into me easily<br />I long we are bound by this cycle<br />This cycle of concern<br />I long we are bound.<br />A bondage of freedom.<br />I want to be the place for you<br />I want to be there for you<br />I want a friend<br />I want a free end<br />You don’t have to have a red carpet and chandeliers<br />I would still cherish you bring my mat and lantern<br />And stay so you are not lonely.<br />Just don’t think like Mark Zuckerberg<br />He says I have a thousand friends<br />Don’t mind him.<br />It’s not me.<br />It’s just a page with my face.<br />You have to go beyond that phase<br />To be my friend.<br />Can you search my soul with google?<br />Can you know my status with twitter?<br />Saul seeks to kill David<br />David needs Jonathan<br />America is after Scofield<br />Sucre where are you?<br />Jacob is on a distressing journey<br />He needs a place to lay his head<br />How else would he see the angels if he doesn’t sleep?<br /><br />adesubomi plumptre your book <a href="http://nobullshitonline.com">NO BULLSHIT</a> inspired this poem.thankyou.wellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-55603045230919387702009-09-16T05:21:00.000-07:002009-09-16T05:24:03.246-07:00GANI'S LAST WORDS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3caeIxDhLzIaPhW1pBIxeASkb3GdJPVmAgoOi7Wa1y0aKJ8E_vjmtInA0W2y3WyFpbBMlETxeC3c_cbub2oSmxHFtGrvhSCQt4_ZZt_quzSQIY_cTIf1DXRUmL6xnVlSQgfdZ3uhlbeo/s1600-h/gani.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3caeIxDhLzIaPhW1pBIxeASkb3GdJPVmAgoOi7Wa1y0aKJ8E_vjmtInA0W2y3WyFpbBMlETxeC3c_cbub2oSmxHFtGrvhSCQt4_ZZt_quzSQIY_cTIf1DXRUmL6xnVlSQgfdZ3uhlbeo/s400/gani.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382039696232954674" /></a><br /> A world renowned preacher and firebrand evangelist was about to die,his doctor asked what he wanted to do with his last moments.He replied with childlike glee “another opportunity to win souls for Christ!”.I wasn’t with sage Gani(I believe he deserves this title) at his last moments so I really have no idea what his last words were. Probably he was professing his love for his wife(we need to appreciate this resourceful woman too.You have no idea what it is to give your husband to Nigeria) but this one thing I know,Gani looking down at Nigeria(I believe he is in heaven)would be startled by the flood of condolences and comments and current of “grief” sweeping across the nation at his death.Forget whatever is portrayed by the media of Gani being strong in death.His death was agonizing!Infact he wept on national TV when he first returned from London after he was diagnosed with cancer.His death was avertable.If only the Nigerian medical system was sound!That was his bane.His pain.<br />It was in prophylactic of these dastard waste of Nigerian lives,potentials and resources that Gani founded a party-National Conscience Party(NCP) and contested for president in the last presidential elections.Did you vote for him?Who did you vote for?Did,did you even vote at all?Most ran to the polling booth the moment they heard someone was sharing #500.Na wa o.These I believe are exactly Gani’s thoughts. “Where did all these verbose condolences come from?Who are all these strangers?Why are they all pretending to be missing me?When I needed them most they weren’t there for me.When you could have changed a whole lot by voting for me,voting rightly,you did nothing!” I doubt if he had 10000 votes from a nation of 150million.Nigerians we talk too much.Too much and do nothing!All talk no action!As I type this piece I provoke with eruptive anger with every successive word.Also lets stop accusing and blaming “our leaders”(I wonder who coined this phrase).Lets resolve in our heart to do the right thing.No more corruption in any form.Expo.Bribery.Breaking traffic rules et al.Paramount is a national renaissance in our nation and government.The men follow football intensely(even dieing at times) and beer.The women,aristocrazy,fashion,their bodies,fashion(o I already said that) et al and we leave the fate of our country in the hands of greedy tyrannous vampires who have been Nebuchadnezzar for too long!All that is left for evil to thrive is for good men to do nothing.I doubt if any primary school student can recite the national anthem correctly!We are all just going about our lives selfishly and giving no impacting concern to Nigeria.Think not what your country would do for you but what you would your country. Thank Allah,Gani didn’t die for Nigerians(His whole labour would have been wasted).He died for the truth!<br />No man can live forever.A man’s life lies not on how long but how well.Spartans knew this simple truth.They never sort long life per se but glory and till today we talk about them.Today we are talking about Gani.Thank God churches are now teaching their members to be patriotic and so many individuals are fanning the flame of Nigerian consciousness.The future of Nigeria can be decided by this generation.So what is it going to be?wellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-77104028622129526312009-09-07T09:53:00.000-07:002009-09-07T10:09:25.519-07:00ALL ABOUT YARDYThis is such a feeble attempt at a come back! Alot has been happening in this our beloved country 9ja(shhhh.... reuben abati said we should stop spelling nigeria like this)<br />Recently his excellency president Umaru Musa Yar’adua and the Nigerian government have been at the receiving end of such myriad of literal assault in the Nigerian dailies,physical and virtual Nigerian space that I pitied the poor man and asked myself(in defence of the innocent looking Yar’adua) is it that bad?Then my barking generator,empty pocket,fraustrated undergraduate of UNILAG and a sorrowful countenanced mother of a boko haram casualty reminded me that yes,it is that bad!Nevertheless the devil’s advocate in me evokes a picture of Yar’adua on a cross like Jesus suffering for the sins of many.Lets not forget the Yoruba proverb which says when you point an accusing finger at someone,your remaining four fingers point back at you.This is my point,we Nigerians are so quick to castigate “our leaders” while we also are corrupt in one form or the other.The average Nigerian is on default to blame “our leaders”(I wonder who cooked this phrase up) or the government when something goes wrong when he also contributes to the corruption plague.What I am advocating is a national reawakening,a shift from criticizing to patriotism and practical solutions.Legendary Michael Jackson said if you want to change the world start from the man in the mirror.<br /> The Nigerian police has not had sweet sleep since the death of the Boko haram leader in its custody.The international community is asking questions.Nigerians are tongue lashing(as usual).But the truth is that this barbarism and disrespect for humanity is deeply etched in our psyche.It is the norm in Lagos and by extension the whole country for a mob to put the law into their hands and incinerate a captured armed robber(even in broad daylight!).If nigerians were asked to donate tires to move Nigeria forward nobody would but if it is time to set a thief ablaze you’d be surprised at the rate tires,petrol and matches would be produced!Every human is human,has life in him and deserves rights.Every human!That is what it means to be civil.I don’t know about the older Nigerian generation but this present generation of Nigerian youths grew up in nursery and primary schools where teachers ordered them to sing humiliating songs like “olodo rabata” to students that performed poorly in class.This were obviously psychological blows to those less brilliant students who at times cried and peed on their pants as they wallowed in ignominy while the mockers laughed.In secondary schools this inhumanity escalates to physical abuse.If a student steals and is caught,he/she is not taken directly to the necessary authority but first beaten blue black even by his/her friends.Students relish these moments.Its fun but unconsciously a part of them which is human with the capacity to fill pity dies slowly…<br /> As I type this piece,Wande cole speaks on my laptop”Se na like this we go dey dey?”<br />“I no fit wait o make things for change o,make we join hands make am beta” The change should start from us.Stop taking one way.Stop buying expo for your children.Pay your tax.Stop selling your votes…….Arise o compatriots!<br /><br /><br />and here is a poem about my beloved 9ja<br /><br /> ADA<br /><br />Many men have fooled Ada<br />Many men have used her<br />Once her lover was a particular soldier<br />Who returned decades later<br />A regimented civilian in agbada.<br />He flagrantly raped her<br />She birthed a son, Yaradua<br />Little wonder<br />(He is as weak as a sicker)<br /><br />A victim of serial 419ers<br />Ada has lost over 300billion dollars<br />The OPC mallam grabbed a dagger<br />And charged at her con misters <br />But a con minister <br />And an inspector general<br />Launched a theatrical counter<br />And Waziri became the owner<br />Of the mallam’s kiosk and dagger<br /><br />In all the drama<br />Ada couldn’t even lift a finger<br />To help the mallam-her helper<br />Because she was down with AIDS and cancer.<br /><br />So sickly son examines unhealthy mother<br />And wanted to make her healthier<br />So he purchased bleaching cream and powder<br />Cosmetic products from Estee Laudier<br />He even hired<br />A pharmacist to be Ada’s clothier<br />Who got her Sergio hipsters<br />That made her as sexy as hip stars.<br /><br />So sickly son thinks Ada is finer<br />Meanwhile<br />The terminal virus in Ada’s blood lingers<br />The terminal in her blood is suicidal<br />The virus in her blood lingers……wellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-50146702698774911672009-05-25T10:01:00.000-07:002009-05-25T10:03:43.043-07:00THE BRODIGAL SON TO BORN AGAIN BLOGGIANBlogville,I’ so so sorry for all my sins.For absconding with all the wealth of knowledge and fun you gave to me to putting up a meager 1 post per month.I’ve sinned against heaven and before thee.I’m no longer worthy to be called a blogger.Please forgive me.I accept blogspot as my e-lord and personal screen saver.Let my URL name be written in the blog of life.AMEN!<br /> People I’m so excited and thrilled to be back for shizzle.My fingers keep fidgeting from fever-pitch excitement as I type this post.No more 1post per month.I’ve decided against all odds to be active.I wasn’t happy seeing my comments drop from 40 to 7!I’d b glad if you read and comment my previous posts.Anywais,to the gist of the week,my cousin got married 2weeks ago but his mom supposed this is the time when their bodies would be at “boiling point” and they would be letting out the heat just about anywhere in the crib-in the kitchen,the floor,the toilet,on the TV,in the ceiling,on the generator LOL so she sent me over to live with them in other to spoil their show lol(just kidding) ANywais,I’m staying with them in the meantime.Lastweek my cousin asked me to go get fuel but there was(is) fuel scarcity so I combed the area in search of fuel but I ended up walking around aimlessly.Eventually an okada man who presumed me to be in search of fuel cos I carried a plastic jerrycan approached me and told me he knows where I can get fuel but he would charge me 300naira for transport to and fro.I agreed.Lets call this okada man fineboy agbero.Not quite 10secs into the ride he began to talk.<br /> FBA said next time I cant get fuel I should ask an okada man cos they know “everywhere”.It’s no news that when you lose your way in Lagos you ask an okada man for help cos he definitely knows your destination but FBA gave me a startling insight to what he meant by “everywhere”.He said if I want to buy human head,freshly cut breast or any human body part he can take me to a shop in Ikeja where they are sold.I asked unbelievably “in this broad daylight afternoon?!” He replied yes!I asked how he got to know the place and he informed me in this transportation business you meet all sorts of persons going to different kind of places.FBA said he charges nothing less than 6,000naira for a trip to d “body shop”.He also said at times his passengers are robbers going on a mission.He said a particular thief he carried showed him his pistol and warned him not to stop if any police officer signaled him to otherwise he would blow his ass out!<br /> FBA was hissing as he recounted his experiences to me.He said and I quote “okada no b beta job”.HE makes nothing less than 3,500naira each day but he comes across a lot of mind boggling things he wants to change his job.Not too long ago he picked up this pretty looking hiply dressed chic.Half way into the ride the girl started rubbing her breasts on his back and put her hands on his penis.Old papa wey neva kpansh for like 6years,he lost control of the bike,his whole body was sexually charged.That is another class of passengers he comes across.Girls that don’t want to pay in cash but in kind for their transport fare.He said an average okada man gets quickies everyday from this girls in broad daylight!(charizard u might want to start this business o) They are the promiscuous type who practice “aristocrazy” on a base level.The rest of mankind trade with money they still practice trade by barter using their pussy as the means of exchange.<br /> My ears where full I told him to stop cos I was afraid he would tell me he knows where obama’s babalawo resides.Hope y’all loved my comeback post.Yeah I got a blogger who is sort of new.please cheer her up shes never got a comment on her blogwellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-71438688656814615962009-04-29T09:00:00.000-07:002009-04-29T09:12:19.271-07:00SPOKEN WORD- A RISING CULTURE IN NIGERIAIf you reside in Nigeria especially Lagos then you must have heard spoken word atleast once unless you don't have a<br />TV-probably you have been crushed by economic recession for the last 3years or you are a deeper life member.Otherwise<br />you must have heard the signature oral rendition of poetry on Hip TV by sage.That is spoken word.<br />Like any other art<br />it is a vent for expression.Spoken word is like hiphop without beats(though attimes it is accompanied by mild sounds<br />from mostly the konga)with dense lyrics,conscious content layed out in rhymes and rythmes.It is spoken poetry!It<br />thrives on oratory prowess as the poem must be heard,rhymes felt and the rhythme with the help of the mastery of tone<br />-timing,stress,silence e.t.c deliver the intended impact on the listeners.Don't be puzzled you don't know spoken word.<br />It is not globally well known like it's counterparts hiphop and rap.It is chiefly alive amongst the african americans.<br />Talib Kweli,Tupac,The last poets e.t.c are tad examples of black american spoken word poets.there is just a thin line<br /> between spoken word and hip hop(note,hip hop not rap).They are both a state of mind,employ poetry but the former is<br />deeper.In the 1960's,The Last Poets brought spoken word to limelight but it faded to obscurity years later.Then in the<br /> 1990's Michael Algonquin brought it back on the horizon and since then the sky has been its limit.The music business<br />mogul-Russell Simmons,holds an annual word slam competition for spoken word poets with thousand in attendance;a sort<br />of American Idol.But beyond the african american romance with spoken word,spoken word has been around since the<br />rudimentary ages of man when he wasn't civilised enough to write so poetry had to be done orally.<br />Like other afro american music cultures-Jazz,Rap,Hip hop e.t.c,Spoken word has also filtered down to Nigeria.In a<br />journalistic quest to probe this happening,I tried to overturned the Olumo rock all in a bid to make sure I left no<br />stone unturned but all to no avail.Spoken word shot out of obscurity in Nigeria with Sage's performance at the 2006<br />Hip Hop World Awards.It was electrifying.Lagos,Nigeria was watching.Spoken word became a city on a hill,it could no<br />longer be hidden in Nigeria.Spoken word became the lighted torch that gave light to a whole room and pulled flies and<br />insects to it's orbit.Nigeria saw something new and poetic and thirsty souls were won over.Trailing the growth of<br />spoken word in Nigeria in the last 3years is foggy but it has grown from the nurturing of institutions like Goethe<br />Institut,British Council,African Art Foundation e.t.c who organize workshops and/or randevous-word slam,Wapi,Writer's<br /> Anonymous respectively for spoken word poets to learn,develop,compete and interact.Though spoken word in Nigeria is<br /> still a baby,it has already birthed talented spoken word artistes in the likes of Beautiful Nubia,Storytellers,Sage<br />Hasson,Jumoke Fola Alade e.t.c who have all released a spoken word album.<br />Spoken word is a serious form of art and it is apt for expressions of emotions-fraustration,hope,faith e.t.c of the<br />Nigerian.Hopefully,it is here to stay.wellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-20293074558077291322009-03-31T03:40:00.000-07:002009-03-31T03:43:07.186-07:00YABAHas anyone been to Yaba market recently?It’s notoriety for filth,cacophony of obnoxious noise(especially in the blazing afternoons),choking traffic,fraustrating beggars,crime and criminals is beginning to fade.Whether these positive changes are happenning because of the sabotaged,sorry,(story for another day) bulldozing and rebuilding of the commercial nub of Yaba-the “shopping mall”; which has rendered many jobless and drastically reduced the economic activities there hence ebbed the wave of people into Yaba,I’m not certain but what I know is that I like the new face of the central market and my lovely governor has a hand in it.Yaba is neat and decorus with a freer flow of traffic plus the roundabout has been decorated and there is a sculptured red iconic cap of the previous governor of Lagos state-Asiwaju Bola Ahmed Tinubu on the circular dais of the roundabout.If you reside in Lagos then you should know Tinubu always wears the yoruba attire called buba and sokoto and crowns it with a cap which is like a longer fez with woven designs in varying colours but in a pattern that is now unmistakable his signature.Whether you agree or not,he has deftly branded that cap to many Nigerians as his image.It is iconic.It represents him.I have no problem with this and I like him because I think he is a politican in the real sense of the word but what baffles me is that of all monuments,why is it his cap at the Yaba roundabout?<br /> Physically,the cap does beautify the buzzing area but psychologically and politically I think it insults the people of Lagos.I consulted knowledge and history and they told me that monuments and statues are built for a man as a symbol of his greatness.Ceasar’s statue,Mandela’s statue in Jo’bourg,Awolowo’s statue in Ondo,Sango’s statue used by NEPA et al are tad examples of a man’s greatness and influence publicly proclaimed by a grand image.I don’t intend Asiwaju is not a great man but a well deserved and appreciated monument is unanimously called for by the general public to honour a man that has stood for general good of mankind and has positively and significantly influenced peoples lives.Take a cue from the late M.K.O Abiola.Nigerians at home and in the diaspora have demanded that he should be immortalised.June12 has continued to be observed as a political ritual to true democrazy and Abiola’s memory despite the government’s warning.The Teslim Balogun stadium in Surulere was also asked to be named after him.Well I don’t know if u called for a statue in honour of Asiwaju but I didn’t ,my neighbour mama Suliat didn’t and I know at least 12million of the Lagos populace didn’t.So who put the statue there and why?As far as I am concerned Sir Otedola is the best and most honourable governor of Lagos state so far.His tenure produced a huge chunk of the medium housing estates in Lagos plus without EFCC on his neck he left office with no Lagos state funds in his possession.Everybody knows his dignity has earned him a name amongst the Lagos politicians.A statue in his honour on the circular dais on Yaba roundabout would be accepted by me.<br /> Writers write as an authority and expect readers to learn a thing or two from their piece but I am writing this not as an authority but as an inquirer,a student in search of answers.I am puzzled. “Why is that cap there?”Someone please tell me!You might be wondering why I’m fretting over a non-living thing but the truth is that the cap does talk.It is saying Tinubu is not in gubernatorial office but he governs Lagos state.The cap arrogantly proclaims the gripping might of Tinubu on Lagos state.It publicly proclaims him a political godfather.Nomatter the number of Obamas that campaign in the next Lagos state gubernatorial elections we all know the elected governor will be an AC candidate.AC is doing fine o but we have not yet attained true democarazy.Our government is not yet by,for and of the people…..I ask again “Who put the cap there and why?”wellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-83859438668259842222009-03-24T07:13:00.000-07:002009-03-24T07:24:24.088-07:00MY MOMMY'S DESIGNER SHOEHere is a poem I wrote for you guys,hope you love it!<br /><br />She is a few inches lengthier than my palm.<br />Like a lioness on a prowl<br />She lies on the floor<br />With a 6inch heel that pushes her butt up.<br />She wears a black crocodile leather skinned suit<br />Within she is laced with red suede underwear.<br /><br />Looking down at her<br />I see her curves<br />Like the figure eight.<br />She wears a J shaped penchant<br />It’s the crest for Jimmy Choo.<br />She robs a bleaching cream called Kiwi<br />That makes her shine like a black lambo in a showroom.<br /><br />Tempted to touch<br />I caress her<br />Skin on skin<br />Slowly,tenderly.<br />The succulent waist<br />The thick hips<br />The firm buttocks….<br />They all smell,smell<br />Chocolate.yes chocolate.wellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-38927504542893718232009-02-26T10:36:00.000-08:002009-02-26T10:56:18.039-08:00................Seriously I don't know what is wrong with me.I'm supposed to upload the concluding part of the story but I'm not just in the mood.I pick up a pen but my fingers refused to write.I got the rest of the story in my head but my heart has refused to will.I just feel I owe it to you guys to upload,thats why I'm here.My life has been a blast recently,I'm loving life and all but there just seem to be this underlying tone of unsatisfaction.What next?What do I do with my life?Right now I'm loving writing and yeah I still need a job o(writing job)but in 9ja you can't rely on only writing to survive.I'm so talented and interested in so many things I'm confused about what to focus my future on...By the way,is there anybody in canada here,I need help,google can't seem to solve it!wellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-40775199914133754902009-02-02T11:34:00.000-08:002009-02-05T02:41:45.872-08:00KAMIKAZE(PART 3)I am very sorry its taken me a long while to upload but I just believe you guys know I don’t want it that way,its just stuffs that her militating against me jare.Here’s the continuation.I even uploaded this in a hurry,not as good as I scripted it.<br /> The door of the sitting room opens slowly.Victoria’s hourglass frame staggers in slowly as if her legs could not support her frame much longer.She pauses after the threshold,looks around the exquisitely furnished sitting room pregnant with Italian marble floors,Sony home theatre system,Gorgio Armani furnitures,Chinesechandeliers,a Yamaha grand organ,an original michaelangelo painting and artifacts made exquisite by history and rarity.Beautiful Beethoven symphonies aired through the Sony doulby surround speakers but there was no prince to make her dance like Cinderella at the ball.The Gorgio Armani sofas weren’t cossy anymore.For a while she has not had sex on them while being caressed and kissed allover.The Armani seats looked no different from locally made baba silifah chairs.Michaelangelo’s masterpiece looked like a bunch of naked vagabonds with wings.Vanity upon vanity!”Money can’tbuy happiness” Victoria said to herself or maybe her distant husband who couldn’t hear her.I’m not sure of which.<br /> Victoria was pulled out of her thoughts by screams emanating from two amiable mites scampering towards her.”Mommy,mommy,oyoyo”.Their beaming chocolate round faces had to large eyes,puffy cheeks and a set of teeth with the incisors missing.Victoria feigns a smile and with her left hand brushes them aside as if to clear her path.They reach out for her skirt in an attempt to hug her but she fumbles through and crashes in the nearest sofa with a loud sigh.She doesn’t have their time today,she is troubled.Demola rushes intothe living room,cites Victoria,exhausted,staring upwards,drowning in thoughts oblivious of the chattering adorable mites around her.He packs them to their room,lays them on the bed,covers them with the sheet,puts a pair of scissors on the bed just above their heads and commands them to sleep.They slept!It’s like magic.When they see the scissors the always sleep if not,ojuju calabar will come from nowhere,pick up the scissors and chop off their “kokoro”(Yoruba slang for penis).Kids,so naïve.Demola strolls back to the sitting room,stares gravely at Victoria and sits close to her left with his right arm stretching out on the heard rest of the sofa.He said nothing but gave Victoria a piercing gaze so sharp that his eyes spoke.Yes,I am sure,his eyes spoke.They said something like “Poor thing.Sorry,I am so sorry:.Victoria was so stabbed by the gaze she erupted.”Why? Why me?Does segun want to kill me?I am not asking for too much,am I?Just a little more of my husband,MY HUSBAND’S time!”Her body rocked as she erupted,ejecting the hot larva she has bottled up.Her desperation vented through the perspiration that broke out her forehead,tears that brimmed her eyes and violent gesticulations.She soliloquized on and on but Demola said nothing.His silence was comforting.It was that kind of silence that spoke.”I am here with you.Don’t worry,it will be alright”.Finally someone was listening to her.She was as exhausted as a baby that cried itself to sleep.Demola still said nothing and remained still.He maintained his fixed gaze on Victoria’s tender face which was now resting on his right shoulder.For 33minutes he remained still and watched the somnolent Victoria as she drifted in and out of sleep but with every passing minute,Victoria’s heavy breasts(which were his Achilles heel) pressed harder on his right chest stirring lust within him.He grew hard,his heart beat faster and his body temperature increased.Should he or should he not?But his penis was doing the thinking now.He slide his hand underneath Victoria’s shirt.At that moment she gained consciousness and looked puzzled at what was happening but she didn’t really have the willpower to refuse him.She also wanted this…..<br /> “omo you don make me fall in love” A timely call comes in and interrupts the adultery but by now Demola’s fingers were in her pants.She just moaned.Fortunately,taiye wakes and staggers into the snogging room.Victoria froze!Eyes wide opened and Demola retreated fast.Taiye walks up to Victoria and says “Mommy whats wrong with your leg?Why is uncle Demola scratching it fast fast?”She couldn’t gather the courage to answer.She receded in to her room and wept bitterly.Demola,disappointed and ashamed walks out of the house.All night Victoria cried to God to forgive her and prayed that he would help her.In the morning,she decides to leave for Abuja with the kids unannounced to her husband.The distance issue had to be settled urgently before something worse happens.She was dejected and sad.With a scattered hair,no make up and no perfume on she scurried her 2boys into her 2008 Toyota camry ready to leave to go book for the flight.Little did she know that was the last time she would drive the car...<br /> Ehnehn people,I need a job oooo.A writing job preferably.It's time to be me-wellsbaba lolwellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-63414822021143416462008-12-15T09:23:00.000-08:002008-12-16T02:05:02.748-08:00KAMIKAZE(ADJ) part2This is the 2nd part of the story I started prior2my disappearance but b4 u read this story I want u2FIRST predict the end of the story(if ur yet2read the story,go2d post titled kamikaze(adj) b4 u read this post)I noticed a psychological trend in the comments(which I will reveal later) That is why I want u2predict first so u dnt change ur mind after reading this post.The first part is stained with loads of grammatical errors and wrong spellings cos I rushed the story n also did no editing.<br />2MONTHS AFTER SEGUN'S DEPARTURE<br />Segun delayed his sleep for almost an hour so he cud be awake at 12am on the 9th of march 2008 to wish the love of his life a happy birthday and shock her with a surprise.Anxiously,he looks at his wristwatch for the umpteenth time but it said 11:58pm.He let out a loud sigh in exasperation...His eyes were drowsy.His muscles lazy.His kingsize bed exerted gravitational pull and seemed2call his name.It was somnambulistic.The 58mins had been grueling.The 2mins felt like forever."what the heck!"Segun snaped.He reseted his watch a minute and30seconds earlier.Satisfactorily,he stared at his Tag which then said 12am."Omo udon make me fall in love.U don make me fall in love" Victoria's phone rang but she was too buried in deep sleep by the weight of responsibilities and exhaustion."Omo udon make me fall in love" Victoria's phone rang again but the ringtone played in her dream a sweet music instead of waking her up.She smiled,turned her back2d phone,pedaled and slide a hand forward in a manner that seemed as if she clutched down,change gears and step on the gas,accelerating deeper in2sleep land.Segun was fraustrated.He felt like smashing his blackberry.He'd waited a grueling 60mins all for this?His bed held him.He couldn't resist anymore.He sets his alarm for3am.He had2b d first2call her.... "THIS IS SPARTA!!!" The alarm barked at Segun.Sluggishly,he gained consciousness.Slothfully,he called his wife.Drowsily,Victoria picked.Ecstatically,Segun spoke.Quickly,Victoria leaped2life shocked by whose online."Happy birthday dearie" Victoria smiled.She was touched.She loved this part of him.He was romantic its just that he is turn between work and home."How are u my queen?" "I'm fine,the kids are better" "Dmt talk bout the kids.2day is all4u" Segun interrupted."Awwh dats so sweet.I miss u" "Guess what?" Segun jumped in."Emm... ur coming home?" Victoria said sarcastically."How did u know?Yes I am"<br />“NO!U kid me right?” She said in excitement. “Seriously.I’m bringing myself as birthday gift.I’m coming with the afternoon flight” “AHHH!OH MY GUSH(3ce)” She shouted ecstatically.Her birthday couldn’t be any happier.She missed him.”Come pick me up at the airport at 3pm” “WOW!I’ll.Thats another 2hour drive but its worth it” “Awwh,I miss you dear.I miss you.I miss combing your hair with my fingers.I miss licking your earlobes.” They whispered beautiful nothings for the next hour.<br /> Demola stepped in the house.It looked different-red and lovely.He could see joy-written in the air.It was like xmas.U need not be told its xmas with all the lightened trees,atmosphere and faces.”What is happening this Saturday morning” Hem mused.Victoria slid down the stairs and around the sitting room like a ballet.She winked at Demola to greet him.Her face was exceptionally bright.She still had her red night gown on and she sang “lady in red” to herself.Demola was puzzled but those intimidating breasts of Victoria’s jumped at him via the slightly transparent night gown.He’d lusted after them so so many times.He imagined his big ben between those twin towers.”Blood of Jesus!” He uttered snapping out of sin.We all have this “mojos” played in our minds at one time or the other.I think it’s a good thing we can’t see people’s thoughts.Gush,its so filthy and wicked!A sister sees a brother’s fallos protruding his trouser and her mind leaps to conjure all her mouth and hands can do with it.A dude sees a chair and he is transported via a time portal to what he did on the chair when sarah sat on his nail.But I think that’s the major difference between man and dogs.Dogs go on right ahead to fuck anything-including their mothers!Man,on the contrary has this resistor called common sense.It checks him.”Hey man,shes hot but shes ur friend’s aunt” “Hey girl,hes brad pitt but he is your sister’s”(for where?enough pple go still disobey this one o lol) Even the most pious men have these thoughts but I think its still within civility and morality when we contain these thoughts.<br /> “Whats happening o?” Demola finally spoke.”Today is my birthday” “OH!My bad.I forgot” “And segun is leaving work to be with me today!” Victoria added gleefully.”Ehen.Nowonder” “I need to go change and go pick Segun.Heres some money please get lunch for the kids and yourself” At 1pm.Victoria called Segun who informed her he is on the way to the airport for his 1hour flight to Las gidi scheduled for 2pm.Excitement brimming in Victoria,she rushed to the airport.Its been an hour into her drive from Ajah to the airport.Now she is stuck in traffic on the 3rd mainland bridge.Shiana Twain’s “you are still the one” played on the radio.It was perfect.She reminisced.”Omo, udon make me fall in love” Victoria looks at the caller ID-True love.Its Segun.”Hello my love” She said gleefully like a kid handed a pack of candy.”Em…Hi” The voice on the other end of the line lacked the enthusiasm it carried at 3am that morning.”Whats the problem?” Victoria quizzed.”Em…There is a…em…problem at the office.Someone messed up and I must fix it if not the company would be in trouble with NCC.I can’t come to Lagos anymore.” Victoria was shattered.It was better he hadn’t made the promise.Tears dripped down her chics.She lost grip of herself.Her lips quivered.“Isn’t there any other way” Victoria asked helplessly.”You know if there is,I would” Segun sadly replied.Her phone dropped from her fidgeting fingers.The jeep decelerated till it came to a halt in the middle of the road.She buried her head in the steering wheel.The horn blasted away!”Hello!Hello!Are you there my love?” Segun cried.At that moment,Tracy Chapman’s “Sorry-sorry,is all that you can say….but you can say baby,baby can I hold you tonite” aired through the radio….wellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-79289350060475238652008-12-08T08:44:00.000-08:002008-12-08T09:21:07.286-08:00I'M BACK DOING ME!<pre><span style="font-size:130%;">NO LONG TIN!Blogville,baba is back!kilonshele?I've been gone4 2long im<br />afraid I can't catch up but I'll just jump the queue and join the<br />molue@this bus stop.It wasnt my intention2just leave but reality grabbed me away<br />from the virtual.4those of you who didn't ask after me,weldone o.Incognaija<br />I'm stupyfied.I didnt know u still read ma blog plus u dropped by on<br />me.Rita,God has started o!Hes almost granted my request.I appreciate ur<br />concern.Where u@d experience?Temite.WOW!A new reader of ma blog yet u<br />checkup.Mumy solosydelle LOL.I said u should pay4ma ticket u...lol im back o<br />thanx4checking on me.Who else?Miss luv,LG and 9jadramaqueen I'm sooo glad.<br />I've been away cos I needed some time2maself2concerntrate and solve some<br />problems.Anywais,all dat while I met loads of bloggers(kai!u guys are wonderful<br />and interesting characters) I'm gonna do an expose on some of them.Let me<br />start with.....<br /><a href="http://fiyanda.blogspot.com/">FUNMI IYANDA</a>:-Well,we all know her and possibly have met her but for<br />me@everytime I would've met her something went wrong.There was a day she was<br />in my church but alas I was at home!(i dnt miss church) One bright sunny<br />saturday,I went out2relax and there she was by my side.I was stupefied!It was<br />like XSN touching Kanye west lol.My idol was a hand span away!I love her and<br />what she stands for.Shes definitely not 9ja's obama but shes our Rosa Park.Shes<br />one comely vivacious agbaya who has refused to "grow up"and become boring lol.I<br />see her in her80's with googles and holes in her set<br />of teeth making a poor attempt@dancing alanta(new ghetto dance,AJ style) to<br />Inyanya's(MTN project fame) hit track lol I was flabbergasted when I<br />realised she instantly knew my blog,mayb shes an avid reader F@*%!mayb shes<br />reading this.....<br /><a href="http://all4words.blogspot.com/">RAYO</a>:-Rayo,rayo,rayo.... yeah thats her name.She comes up here acting shes quiet<br />and all.Dont let her deceive you o!Shes Naughty with a capital N!Shes BLACK and<br />BUSTY!LOL btw,please,stop<br />tryin2matchmake XSN n I.I'm not lookin4wifey neither is XSN(ok,i think she<br />is)<br /><a href="http://madeinnaija.blogspot.com/">XSN</a>:-shes crazy with every letter of the word.We all know her.Shes a<br />creature-insane plus kolo lol but really she looks sane.Her appearance is simple<br />and genteel.It's just that she uses so much accessories she looks like a<br />palm reader and she wears this wig that covers her eyes leaving her looking like<br />a yorkshire terrier lol I like this girl but I luv her mind.....Thats all for now<br />folks,feels great to be back!</span></pre>wellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-46493510826564384422008-09-24T08:11:00.000-07:002009-02-05T02:57:51.662-08:00KAMIKAZE(ADJ)I'm really sorry its taken me over a week to update plus I've not even commented on most of your blogs though I've read them.Its still because of my connection palava jare.Mz.dee,I must finally acknowledge you o(after 2weeks?),she gave me award o and me I'm also giving out the honesty award not in any particular order......<br /><br />1)chari<br />2)buttercup<br />3)rita<br />4)theicequeen<br />5)sting<br />6)exschoolnerd<br />7)solomonsydelle<br /> I'm not really following the rules please pardon me.Anywais,do you remember the ebony skinned chic and johnny bravo?I pondered within myself if I'm really scared of JB or intimidated by the girls,so I settled that by walking up to the girl(Gist later) For now,I giving out short stories and I hope you enjoy them.....<br /> KAMIKAZE(ADJ)<br /> "Segun.So when am I seeing you again?"With a sorrow choked tone,Victoria asked her husband a question she knew correctly the answers to.She just wished his reply would cheer her up this time around.Segun,a top marketing executive with etisalat the new GSM company that just rolled out.For the past 12 months,he has been with his family for a total of 22days having travelled all over the country leading the marketing campaign.Segun,a go getter,natural salesman(he could sell a rayban sunshades to ray charles)a synonym of success,had the target of reaching 5 million subscriber base for etsalat in the next month.Victoria on the other hand was a beautiful loving wife in her early thirties with two kids,a set of twins(a boy and a girl).She was a chorister at church who held a top spot at an advertising agency.Due to her husbands absense,shes had the gruelling task of being both father and mother.The scolder and pamperer of the kids.The disciplinary agent and the spoiler.she woke up 6am,readied the kids for school and prepared for work,drop the kids,off to work,at lunch shes gone to pick the kids at school with the driver,back to office,leave at 5pm,head to an eatery for lunch then straight home,help the kids with their assignments,go to church if there is any meeting that concerns her(if not they watch TV) then sleep by 9pm.This was what her easiest schedule was like.she had to draw energies from her body,spirit and soul to last this long.........<br /> "Segun,I'm talking to you" but segun,engulfed,ransacking his room for his diamond studded cartier and couple of files vaguely noticed her presence let alone give her a reply.............<br />His silence punched her,she was dejected,her head dropped down in dismay and shoulders shrunk but being the good wife she was,Victoria reasoned her husband was almost late for his flight and needed to pack up real quick.She encouraged herself,letout a loud sigh to release some of the desperation and started towards the guestroom where she knew the exquisite cartier was.With a hand stretched out and a forced smile "here is your treasure" "No,my queen,you are my treasure"Segun interrupted.He drew close and followed up with a quick kiss to her forehead which felt rather mechanical than passionate.Instantly,hesitatingly,Victoria slipped her hands round the ignorantly insensitive male and leaned her sized 36 essence on his bear chest in a desperate attempt to capture his wondering attention.She succeeded.Atleast,he stood still for once and looked her in the eye.She searched for the words to convey her desperation but english grammar failed her.She is a full grown woman with needs,She has feelings,she needs to be touched and pampered.She didn't know how best to say it to him.She was tearing apart inside,crashing and tumbling within,she was thrown in hysteria.She squeezed him and like a dying King,she uttered powerful words in a frail tone.<br /> "Segun,you are looking at me but not seeing me.You are hearing me but not listening to me.You are touching me but not feeling me.I'm here,you are there,my love,I'm lonely"The power of a woman.Those words stopped him more than Hancock could stop any fast moving train.<br />Those words tore through his strength in to his soul.The dripping of her tears sliced his heart but he only could feel the fret and desperation that culminated to those words AND NOT comprehend those words.He was confused.What was she talking about?To the best of his ability he'd been a great husband.He'd always loved her,made sure she and the twins lacked nothing,even bought her a range rover sport on her birthday.True,he usually is not around but he calls her everyday!At every idle minute he rings his other half.HE could feel the helplessness of his wife but didn't know what to do.He was sad she was sad.He tried to ponder but his mind was foggy.Slowly,segun's hands curled round the sobbing queen."It'll be alright" he muttered though he had no clue as to what really the problem was.Victoria was buried in Segun's tight yet comforting embrace,together they stood as one......................................................................................<br />.......................................................................................................................................................................<br /> After bout a silence of 5seconds which seemed more like eternal bliss for Victoria.......<br />"Don't go"She said,as she was too afraid to say the whole sentence let alone tell him to resign which was what she really wanted to say."Don't go where?" Segun quizzed."Don't go to work"Victoria said angrily.Segun disengaged,stepped back and put his hands on her shoulder.Peering at her,he said"I know you are sad I"m leaving again but I've to work to earn money to sustain and give you and the kids a satisfying future"Victoria knew it was futile.She knew she couldn't just convince him to resign just like that except she had jazz or "touch and follow"ButSegunthetrailblazzerachieverambitiouslovingfaithfulyetinsensitiveunconciousegoistic<br />husbandorshouldIrathersayfatherofVictoria'schildrenkeptonrantingabouthisloveforhiswifefaith<br />fulnessdedicationsacrificeforhisfamilyandtriedconvincinghispathetichalfheisdoinghisbest.But<br />Segunfounditrelativelymoredifficultthanyoudidtoreadthissentencetoconsoleleastconvincehis<br />embitteredqueen.<br /> Victoria was too buried in her sorrows she did not even hear the words escaping Segun's lips which she only saw moving.She was right there but not there.....<br />"Koun koun koun"There was a knock on the door.Segun opened the door of his heated room,DEmola was on the otherside of the door.Demola was a fair,interesting and pious 24year old who was their church member.He had a bosom relationship with the family and helped Victoria do alot of running arounds since Segun usually wasn't around to do them.Part of the family's kinematics depended on him.The twins were adorable,Demola loved them.He once used money meant for his Girlfriend's valentine gift to but toys for the twins.<br />"What are you still doing?You will miss your flight o"Demola barked.Segun dressed up and took the his stuffs."I've to go now,we'll continue when i get back.Please."Segun said to his absent wife.<br /> An hour later,Demola drops Segun at the airport but before he goes"Demola,I got you this TAG watch,hope you like it" "Hey,thanx""By,the way when I arrive Kano I'll send some money to you so you can parol small with your chic""Correct,You are the man!""I've to run now,take care of my chrysler o,you know I love it!"........................<br /> Hope you enjoyed your read o,it continues in the my next post.wellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-43040031117350519872008-09-16T06:22:00.000-07:002008-09-16T06:25:29.426-07:00KEY POINTS.....<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Hahaha…LOL…You wondering why I’m laughing?I really didn’t have anything to post so I just wanted to put random sturvs but I didn’t want to use “random sturvs” as the title of this post so I decided to use Key points.Key points?!Like fuel and fire the word ignited thoughts within me.There was something about the word.My cerulyum oblongata(shey I get d spelling?) began to trace memory lane then I remembered!Key points…..The mini textbook that was based on all subjects,so compact it could be sneaked into the examination hall with relative ease.Secondary school student’s best friend.The very present help in time of need.The father of expo,chips,eegun et al(examination malpractice)</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>Before the prevalence of corruption in the Nigerian secondary education system,very few students saw questions before the exam was written but now the reverse is the case on a kentro level…lol.Before,it was JAMB that was “jamming” students but now students don ves.JAMB has been successfully “conquered” by students malpractice schemes it is nolonger reckoned with.I met a girl who scored 277 in JAMB wanted to study medicine but did not know characteristics of living things(MR NIGER D!) Tertiary institutions now set their own admission exams.Back to key points jare,before all this key point was there.Students en masse relied on it for survival in exams but funny enough I NEVER cheated back then.If I didn’t know the answer to a question I would not ask and not copy someone else’s work.Not that I was being religious and ish but it is just my default setting(too much of soccer video games…lol)baba God set me like that not to disturb anybody during exams but if someone asked for help I would assist.It was kinda weird and I didn’t stop till I got to UNILAG.Wen my G.P dey stagger and I saw a lil neck elongation,neck twisting,voltron formation with me in the centre(this always works,exschoolnerd tell them) ma G.P go fit survive….lol,no blame me.It’s not easy to study mathematics.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Ehn ehn remember I said this post is random sturvs?Lemme start rambling.I thank you guys for your comments on the last post plus I got a single line sentence that calmed my disturbing thoughts “Life is not fair but God is good!”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Hausa is officially the most widely spoken language in west Africa!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I discovered the true identity of a blogger and I wasn’t even stalking oo…Kai,what would happen if I start stalking….lol</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’ve not done my blog rounds and updated in days cos my connection is gone plus I can’t browse on ma fone too cos it feel,smashed and broke in 2halves(flip fones ain’t ma thingy) I feel so stranded.ARghhhh!!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">There’s this chic who is feeling me and trying to get my attention but I’ve got no love lost for<span style=""> </span>girls under 18 plus I hate child abuse A LOT!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But theres this chic me I’m feeling…lol.Being seeing her around,ebony skinned,cute eyes,smashing dress sense,shaped like a coke bottle and the whole nine yards but she’s often in the company of this dude that is the combination of a house boy and Jonny Bravo.Big chest(you need to see this borad chest,d guy def gyms)walks gallantly,thing legs,fading clothes,razz accent,looks unattractive e.t.c.I don’t mean to sound conceited but I hope you get my drift.The connection between this two beats me.I’d have sworn the guy is not her boyfriend but attimes you girls can be funny.So me I dey fear to walk up to the girl make JB no go blow my jaw commot(lol) but the girl’s countenance tells me “catch me if u can!”Well me I already know what I’m gonna do in my mind…..</p> <p class="MsoNormal">On Sunday I visited my aunt.So we watched a movie and her daughter(16yrs I think) was present.There was a sex scene,the actors kissed and smooched then the actress started grinding on the guy as he sat,MAD GRIND! I could see uneasiness written in the air then I looked at my aunt,she looked at her daughter but the daughter pretended not to notice her.I my ribs were cracking withing.Then the actress knelt before the dude,unzipped the dude and wanted to “speak to the mic” my aunt shouted at her daughter “will you change that dial!” I was ROTFLMAO in my mind,I couldn’t hold it no more I let out a crack in split seconds.Kai,its always funny and awkward when we watch sex scenes with our parents…..Omo,this rambling don dey long b dat o,atleast I don update... </p>wellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-38890485723353833362008-09-09T02:48:00.000-07:002008-09-09T03:15:11.537-07:00LIFE....FAIR???Life,you chose me<br />I didn't choose you<br />You are not fair.<br /><br />You gave me struggles<br />but you made him a prince<br />Is this fair?<br /><br />I dream of fortunes<br />but his lot is fortunes<br />This is not fair!<br /><br />Yet you teach me<br />All men are equal<br />You say u are fair.<br /><br />But my palm are callouse from labour<br />But my soul breaksdown under sufferings<br />Life,teach me your fairness!<br /><br /> I woke up this morning on a reflective note.Truly blogville has been my venting spot and helps me ease emotional stress and all the drama in my head.This poem flowed out of my heart as questions I ask baba God this morning(then I realised its a poem)My friends I've seen alot in my lifetime,I know loads of peeps say this BUT I really mean I've seen alot in my lifetime.Lost ma pop at 10(1995),my family became a victim of "tradition",loads of ma pops properties was taken away from mom,the only house that they couldn't take from us which we lived in suddenly went up in smokes one unsuspecting afternoon(with no one at home and no nepa light,so err1 is asking till today,ow d 4k did it happen?now we live in rented apartment) I once died but God brought me back!I've been shot,drowned,almost assasinated(all because of popsie's stuff o cos I'm the firstborn) My dear I really cannot begin to throwdown all the drama and even if you meet me you'd never think I have gone throught all this cos I'm a jolly good fellow and love to laugh......I'm asking you,is life really fair?I still have to appreciate baba God o atleast me I still have the grace for "pursuit of happiness" but what of those born in darfur,liberia(all those war torn regions?)they die mercilessly not as a fault of their own but.....I don't know jare I'm just rambling in incoherent thoughts......Anywais,thankyou God!wellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-44705969332130985532008-09-04T09:39:00.004-07:002008-09-04T10:33:44.385-07:00BLOGVILLADDICT!I'm officially announcing that I'm addicted to blogville!I woke up this morning with blogville on my mind.I pick up my bible to observe bible study but my mind is drawing to<a href="http://fieryandsweet.blogspot.com/"> charizard</a>.I'm reading about immaculate mary,the mother of Jesus but I'm thinking of <a href="http://afrolicious-babe.blogspot.com/">Afrobabe</a>(LMAO,wat a contrast!) I give up on bible studyand tried closing my eyes to pray but I'm seeing <a href="http://israelinaijarants.blogspot.com/">Mz.dee</a> smiling in a vision(this is no blogcrush alert o,lol!) I fought relentlessly to concerntrate on my tasks for the day but thoughts of blogville kept on flooding my heart.Finally,I succumb,neglect all i've to do,come online,plunged in to blogville and now its 2pm in the afternoon I haven't acheived anything today and I'm yet to leave blogville.<br /> Kai!You guys are fabulous,I've found a home away from home in here ironically you guys are putting me in trouble.Some peeps think I'm going psycho and I need to visit yaba left(psychiatric home) before I totally loose it cos attimes I sit(n I knw most of us do) and imagine what meeting princesa would be like often I try to phantom the wonderment called exschoolnerd.I burst in brief laughter,people turn and ask me whats amusing me but I reply "nothing".Somebori even gave me an unsolicited description of the location of yaba left!(can u imagine?) I once asked myself "and this <a href="http://madeinnaija.blogspot.com/">exschoolnerd</a> is a human being o?" "with one head"lol.Enough mind boggling characters camp here in blogville,where do I start and stop?Is it the vivacious<a href="http://ladyguide.blogspot.com/"> ladyguide</a> or the ice cool <a href="http://aloofaa.blogspot.com/">aloofar</a>?Is it the kolomental Afrobabe or the simple <a href="http://heartbailey.blogspot.com/">Sting</a>?The list is infinite,you guys are so alive(you guys rock!) I wouldn't be surprised the script writer for only Joker(dark knight) is from blogville.......<br /> Some of us are so addicted to blogville,after work and family blogville takes d rest of our time,ah ok sorry,after work,family and sex blogville takes our time(<a href="http://tejuola.blogspot.com/">badderchic</a> thanks for correcting me)I've been online for hours swiming the deep waters called blogville,I never knew we were this big,I'm discovering new blogs and seeking"opporunities for aggressive expansion(anoda line frm d dark knight,I'm so full of d movie...lol) There is a troubling discovery though as I "swim" and it's the fact that the number of female bloggers quadriples the male's but d koko is there are loads of responsible baby mamas and married women talking bout there home,sexuality,women talk(it sorta gives me d creep thou,lol) and constructive stuffs generally but I can't find any married man blog bout his baby girl,job,investment or men talk(lol) So I'm thinking "is it that there is something with women and blogging?"(I pray not) abi blogging is for females(lol) that would mean we the few males here are sissies since we shouldn't be blogging(lol,chari try confirm if you still be man o,make sure ur kini still works o,lol)<br /> Finally,I've been elevated and let in a higher and inner circle of blogville so I get to hear all the inner gist and "aproko",lol but the truth is that if you just let go of your anonymity and reveal true identity nobody would gossip bout you again cos nobody gossips bout facts!<br />PS: I anounce with great regret I'll not be at the reunion....chari,princesa,XSN,my sista e.t.c<br />"I'm so so sorry"2ce<br />"I didnt mean to break your heart"2ce<br />"I'm a heartbreaker"2ce<br />Will-I-Am(sorry)wellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-39796314404658737132008-09-02T08:37:00.000-07:002008-09-02T08:38:23.130-07:00DARK KNIGHTS!!!Mz.dee's recent post on "demonic friendship" plus the combination of previous posts from other bloggers on blogville revealed to me our ignorance or sceptimism(I'm not sure which)on the subject of witchcraft.Since on blogville we are here to interract,have fun and learn I thought it would not be a bad idea to educate us a lil on this matter.It's a sorta weird subject to illuminate but hey dont think I'm a weirdo or something plus my pop aint gandolf(Lord of the rings) and my sexymama aint a classmate of harry porter but I just want to draw some facts from the bible and present it to you with flawless logic.<br /> 1st thing I'd like to say is I think civilization,technological advancement,developments e.t.c have cast a dark shadow on the undisputable truth about the reality of darkpowers!Before the advent of the missionaries our fathers were ruled by dark powers that demanded worship(attimes asking for the blood of young virgins) plus when our ancestors fell ill their doctors were babalawos(herbalist) who would treat them using herbs and incatations and our ancestors did recover.Infact during my yoruba class in KC my teacher said witches were the doctors.They were the ones who had the diabolical powers to discern which herb to use to which ailness.This history establishes the existence of dark powers and their POTENCY!Then came the missionaries with their first aid box,medical suplies,schools,civilization and most importantly a new religion-christianity! I'm not a member of MFM but I resent it when people make fun of "DELIVERANCE".It can simple be defined as the removal of a demon from a place,person or thing in other to make that place,person or thing clean.The missionaries were the first to conduct deliverance because by introducing us to christianity and we accepting Jesus we were delivered from the idols and demons we worshipped and became children of God.<br /> Well for those abroad I don't really know how familiar you guys are to these things but for us here in 9ja we see these dark powers at work errday!We heard of OPC members using eggs as bombs,we heard of bakkassi boys being shot and yet the bullet did not penetrate,we hear of ritual killings for blood money almost everyday and ofcos we know its not the power of God that empowers these people.The fact I'm trying to establish is that these powers are real and around us.<br /> Finally,baba God in his infinite knowledge and wisdom told us in his word about witches,wizards,soccerrers,marine powers e.t.c so even if we doubt man lets not doubt God plus we believe in angels and the power of God,why do we find it hard to believe in demons and by the way if you think they don't have power try to read Job chapter 1 and 2 so you know how satan wiped out all he had in a day(lets not 4get he was the wealthiest in the whole of the east,so you can imagine his flock!)But we thankGod for giving us a greater power!Anywais,having said this,you the panel of judges,acurate time keeper and my fellow bloggers and viewers at home I hope I have been able to convince you and not confuse you that witches a.k.a airforce1 do exist!<br /><br />PS:By the way if in any way you don't dream or you don't remember your dreams or you are alwais having sex with this particular person in your dream or you alwais find yourself in your former school,work,house in your dream or you fall from heights in your dream or you alwais misplace things in your dream or thieves or police stop you in your dream then I think you should visit the nearest MFM branch near you for deliverance......wellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-27785017387607169422008-08-30T09:04:00.000-07:002008-08-30T10:31:11.663-07:00THERE YOU ARE!OMG!!! I found her! It's a lie I found her,she's on facebook! "It's a true" This is an emergency post,never intended updating now but I'm chatting right now with my long lost 1st love on facebook!Mark Zukerberg ose o(thankyou) wa jeun omo o....lol....Not that I'm still in love o(God4bid!after 13years)but I've alwais wondered what became of her but to say the truth I'm feeling funny,something is stiring within......<br /> It all started yesterday when my best friend lala told me he found dupe on facebook.This guy is in love and he wants me to be in love too(Lala,naw by force!) This guy sings D'banj's "u don make me fall in love" err minute like he's lovelife depends on it!He torments me,"you know that may be her" he alwais tells me.He teases me with anything in skirt,including "shigidi" sef....So yesterday he inquired if I wanted to know her number and stuff so I could contact her,I bluntly declined(when you know lala you know he is not that nice,he definitely just wanted me to beg for her contact cos we had tried searching for her on facebook but didnt succeed so he knew I couldnt find her but I had a better idea) I pretended not to care bout her (but ofcos I was curious bout her whereabouts) Lala left with this sinister smile on his face.Stealtily,I went to his friend list on facebook saw her pic and added her!<br /> Today,I come online and here we both are chatting!Here are the excerpts so far....<br /><br />I've been trying to remember you. I'm getting confused<br /><br />7:12pmwells<br />im here<br /><br />7:12pmdupe<br />maybe if you tell me tell me the names of ur siblings I will be sure about exactly who you are..<br />(shes couldnt recognise me I was looking different)<br /><br />7:13pmwells<br />yeah who am I chatin wit by d way,is it tope or dupe<br /><br />7:13pmdupe<br />dupe<br /><br />7:13pmwells<br />hahahahaha<br /><br />na lie<br /><br />u see my face n u cant remember<br /><br />bera recollect!<br /><br />im d 1st born<br /><br />7:14pmdupe<br />I'm sure u have changed..u can my pic too but u didn't know if it was tope or dupe<br /><br />7:14pmwells<br />so u really wudnt remember my siblings<br /><br />is dis ur pic im seein?<br /><br />7:16pmdupe<br />the seun was close with was about my age annd all his sibling's name started with an "s"<br /><br />7:18pmdupe<br />am i right?<br /><br />7:19pmwells<br /><br />word!<br /><br />dang!<br /><br />u r......<br /><br />7:20pmdupe<br />i am....what?<br /><br />7:21pmwells<br />u are right<br /><br />7:21pmdupe<br />woooww!!!<br /><br />7:21pmwells<br />absolutely correct<br /><br />7:21pmdupe<br />seun is this really you?<br /><br />7:21pmwells<br />def<br /><br />7:22pmdupe<br />wow u have grown<br /><br />7:22pmwells<br />SO HAV U.....lol<br /><br />7:23pmdupe<br />if recollected correctly I had a crush on u<br />(my head was swelling madly here..lol)<br />7:23pmwells<br />lol<br /><br />we both did<br /><br />7:23pmdupe<br />wow i never thought we would ever talk again<br /><br />7:24pmwells<br />really,I alwais knew we wud meet....<br /><br />dis world is small<br /><br />7:24pmdupe<br />true dat<br /><br />7:24pmwells<br />ows u now?<br /><br />wat do u do?<br /><br />wat nxt<br /><br />7:25pmdupe<br />how are ur sibling?...is it Shade? and Seyi? or Seye? I hope I'm right?<br /><br />I'm fine<br /><br />7:26pmwells<br />UR MEMORY aint bad<br /><br />seyi<br /><br />seye<br /><br />sola<br /><br />n segun<br /><br />7:27pmdupe<br />right! ...i try oo<br /><br />7:28pmwells<br />lol.........hahaha<br /><br />7:28pmdupe<br />wow a lot is going through my mind right now<br /><br />7:28pmwells<br />expected<br /><br />u wud wana remember alot of stuff<br /><br />emotions wud b high.....u need2see me wenever I met my old KC mates...WE GO GAGA...lol<br />wen I met nnamdi(u remember him?) we hugged so tight this white dude thought we were gay<br />7:29pmdupe<br />lol<br /><br />i have alot of questions<br /><br />7:30pmwells<br /><br />ok<br /><br />im all urs<br /><br />7:30pmdupe<br />wat r u doing now?.. i mean how is life<br /><br />7:30pmwells<br />great!<br />xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx<br />xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx<br />while i hav a job waitin4me<br /><br />7:31pmdupe<br />dat's great<br /><br />maybe we can meet up when u come to canada<br /><br />7:32pmOyeniyi<br />def<br /><br />definitely<br /> <br /> ehn ehn I think that's all for now folks,lemme return to my chat and there's this funny trend with the names of the girls I've really loved,check this out.......dupe,tope,jumoke,joke,ope and finally tope(yeah,I dated2topes) so something tells me my wife would probably have one of these names or something familiar.If we have ever "dated" and your name doesn't sound like these then I'm sorry it was a fling.Fiona,don't be crossed with me atleast you had a boyfriend when u were with me,olatero olagbegi,ehn! ehn! you can't even say jack cos I know you were creeping remember that night at the club!Ima....ahn ahn,am I chari?Why I dey give blogville chronicles of my girls,abeg bye bye jare all you amebo mongers,Jesus don even collect all this nonsense for my hand sef,PRAISE GOD!!!<br /><br /> PS:"fall in love" by D'banj,i'm so feeling that song.Lastweek mom was so sick she was talking bout death!Help me thank baba GOD for her recovery o,the devil is a liar!wellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-65529199089282965982008-08-19T12:30:00.000-07:002008-08-20T06:26:35.640-07:00Hey! HEY! STOP THERE! PARK! PARK! PARK!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI4gJ1JnNgT-SKHf8EojYojPVv0jso8PDELet5Tcc6U0V1_a2Ze3pDII2t4wlmBcTYfl6p3UiIcnzsPL1dgx3V2qvbKJX1NRgjTWWHvlMFTJa_RqPUdLaeUw38KxbZ4aUainaLuzOQ9jA/s1600-h/poil.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI4gJ1JnNgT-SKHf8EojYojPVv0jso8PDELet5Tcc6U0V1_a2Ze3pDII2t4wlmBcTYfl6p3UiIcnzsPL1dgx3V2qvbKJX1NRgjTWWHvlMFTJa_RqPUdLaeUw38KxbZ4aUainaLuzOQ9jA/s400/poil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236590564119455714" border="0" /></a><br /> Heard alot bout "The dark Knight" but I tried to ignore it and not see the movie but the hype was too much when it became 2nd best movie of all time after it dropped starwars so last week I decided to go see it at the cinemas.....I cant find words to contain the movie that all I'm gonna say!Joker was sicker than sick,more paranoid than paranoid.The word irrational cannot contain his irrationality!He was just a loose cannon!....Well,I n my friends left the galleria at bout 10pm n at the National Stadium in Surulere there was a checkpoint.An officer stopped us checked us out,we were all coming from the office,branched at the cinemas so were dressed in suits and looked loaded with cash plus unfortunately the guy driving had no drivers license(we didnt know!) Before we could say "jesus is lord" this guy was already begging the officer and this really pissed me off!Fisrt rule with nigerian police,never beg!It gives them a sorta pshycological edge plus when u know you are wrong dont shout at them but dont beg,just remain calm but if you are right and got all the necessary papers you can blow the lid off!<br /> There was an all night show which I wanted to attend at Planet 1 the week they started operations and I left LUTH at about midnight in a cab for the place.When I got to ojuelegba a danfo bus filled with policemen double crossed my cab and searched us and found nothing.They checked my wallet and found 18grand(they couldn't et me go with all that money,they had to find something to nail me) Finally they said I had 2 IDs and thats illegal I'm only meant to carry an ID around so they gave me my wallet back and rushed me into their bus filled with other guys they had arrested.Me calm as ever I no send I just took 10grand out of my wallet and put it in my stockins left 8grand in my wallet.When we got to the station,Area C at ojuelegba they started interrogting all of us each man had to settle to be bailed.One dude was caught with a bag of weed,he bailed himself with 10grand.They also picked up one christian dude who started speaking in tongues "ramon sa te kore mah!koko mama chari chari o princesa escobah!"and disturbing the whole area with noise at wee hours of the night the officers just dey laugh sey "better bring money or you are not going any where"<br /> Finally my turn reach,their DPO asked where i was going and I told them i was on my way to ma friends crib at Ikeja.I'm a UNILAG student and i've a test2moro so had to do some reading at my friend's.The guy said "all this unilag students,u sef u look like a yahoo boy,berra settle" I said oga na 8 thasand dey here and I no dey drop sheshi...Dem talk sey I go call my mama or else i go sleep cell,I said I cant call ma mom,the poor woman is a widow I cant disturb her with my qualms....officer dont think I cant sleep in the cell oo cos me I know my right!....lol(which kain right I get,does human right exist in 9ja?) The whole gist long but finally the DPO tire sey I stubbon den he said the right thing "ok,give us something for the boys" then I said ehn ehn now you are talking so I said I can only spare 1grand...He agreed and they split it amongst themselves.I left there past midnight but I boned the parol at planet 1 and returned to LUTH....<br /> HEY! does anyone remember cuteboss?shes back in 9ja,she arrived yestenight and she called me first thing this morning and I can tell from her voice theres still a lil of me in her and i must admit from the way I answered i still like her I just dont think it will work!Remember Psquare... "no start wetin u no go finish cos u no be george finidi"wellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-18129013000483592902008-08-04T10:46:00.000-07:002008-12-08T15:29:32.114-08:00"BLACK EYED" PEAS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWDYpNc47QJoLi2QnEHax6T4ylHRRoBGnjsHzhY29bNtPQqP8Jg9HMwTkiJhmOA1JuBHDP3YO-xrU43RiMKI7amR_4dnKcGiVu8_k4iAEEcEmKwZZfHG3y4SvqkSKIynt2Q1VTGgL2i_g/s1600-h/ok.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWDYpNc47QJoLi2QnEHax6T4ylHRRoBGnjsHzhY29bNtPQqP8Jg9HMwTkiJhmOA1JuBHDP3YO-xrU43RiMKI7amR_4dnKcGiVu8_k4iAEEcEmKwZZfHG3y4SvqkSKIynt2Q1VTGgL2i_g/s400/ok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230734546031692882" border="0" /></a><br /> As I post right now,3 girls are beating up a friend of mine in his crib!I just couldn't help but laugh cos I've been warning this guy but he is really feeling like a player.Imagine 3girls coming to your crib in an interval of 30mins I couldn't help but see the end of the whole drama!Me wey I dey laugh person me sef I get my own oo...One o my female friends don make mouth to her friend about me now she agrees to meet me today but I dey run cos man no get bar.I've been lying that I've been busy all day.Kai!I just dey ves right now ... oo ooo...Mcheeew....I dey ves jor...Mcheew...Money is power oo...Kai and you guys know I'm searching for Ms.Right oo n this could be her oo...Mcheew ...ooo...Chari help me out naw...My broda 9jaleta send me some mama charlie now...ooo...Sister Nikkisab end of month just reach now help me out with some of your salary now...lol...HAH!PRINCESA you be princess help me out with some royalty..hahaha.....<br /> Anywais,people I dream one kain impossible dream like that ooo.1st thing I remember is I was listenning to Dare Art Alade's song feat.Eldee "youngman" outside my crib next thing one Ifesinachi bus(Interstate transit bus) parked in my crib and to my utter surprise Black eyed peas stepped out!You need to have seen will-i-am,LV hat,conventional dreadlocks,polariod shades,wool jacket,leather pants plus valentino shoes but why on earth was he carrying a ghana must go bag?!!!I'm not fabricating this oo infact fergie carried a black bagco supersack!I was dead stunned!Flabbergasted,I couldn't move.They walked into my room as if its an hotel room they had booked but I intercepted fergie cos I was thinking in my mind "will you sleep in the same room with 3MEN?" Actually I wanted her to come with me to the room I was gonna sleep in....lol.....Anywais she gave me this contagiuos smile so I let her in,err1 settled and william sank into my chair so I asked what they would like.Can you believe william asked for purewater and groundnuts!!!This dream was crazy,sha I served eer1 water n gnuts,will was really muching the Gnuts(4my mind I dey think this willie willie of a boy na worri boy o,worri boy no dey carry last oo) then a thought came that I should sing to impress will and probably he would sign me...lol....I sang "big girls don't cry" If you hear the way my voice take 4kup ehn the thing be like Golem for Lord of the rings trying to sing!So I tried 'bushmeat" by soundsultan feat.2face n w4,instead of the guy listenning to my "performance" I shock as the guy sef dey sing the song,i just ves comot from hin front.My kid bro steps into the room(Yoruba boy with Igbo sense) he is surprised to find BEP in ma room he quickly goes to grab his camara,came back to take a shot of will eating Gnuts n drinking purewater....Then he announced he will go to sell the pictures to paparazzis(atleast then he would be able to buy a PS3...lol)If you see the way will chase this guy,my kid bro ran out of d room and locked us inside,will banged the door "bang!bang!bang!" but alas I woke up and it was my lil bro banging on my door........lol....<br /> I woke up and I was wondering who I saw last that made me have this sort of dream but it was my kid bro who I often see last!I dey wonder ooo.....JEEES!....FUCKUYOR!....Na Iya Basira meat I chop as dinner 5mins b4 sleeping...Mcheeew...Iya basira he don jazz me ooowellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-66468250534761986982008-07-23T09:21:00.000-07:002008-07-23T10:40:13.908-07:00REMINISCESAll you ma amebo and gbeborun friends(especially Mz.dee)I'm sorry I starved you guys of gist.It's just that nothing much has happened in my world lately.Ehn ehn,my brother and fellow chelsea fan <a href="http://naijaleta.blogspot.com/">nijaleta</a> I don upload o!My sister <a href="http://nikky-i.blogspot.com/">Nikkisab</a> hope you know too ves o,I don arrange show face.<br /> Initially,I didnt know what to posr but this morning as I went through my text messages I came across one from "cute boss"(my last boo)During the whole drama I made a decision and I always wondered if it was right.It all started early July last year,we met on a website.I buzzed her,she said hi!I chated she replied.Fellas you know how it goes now,we do the probing they do the "forming".We try to form Alibaba and basket mouth,they do the laughing.She like me sorta n ask me to promise her a DATE at 7pm(online).Well she had in mind just a chat,I had in mind a virtual DATE(as if we really were in a restautrant....sey oceanview restaurant...lol)<br /> At 7.20pm I logged in my yahoo messenger,she'd been waiting online(can't really remember how the chat went but this is a sketch)<br /><br />Cuteboss: Finally you are here,where have you been?been waiting....<br />Wells:(I'm thinking "shit,I'm late on the 1st date,been standing her up....lol)<br /> There was this mad traffic on the 3rd mainland bridge(trying to form real date)<br />CB: Men,they never say sorry,always shifting the blame!<br />W: Hahahaha,ok I'm deeply sorry<br />CB: Whatever! (Kai!if u know how much i hate when females say this to me and simultaneously roll their eyes and fling their palm)<br />W: (I swallowed the bitter pill) Hmmm,love your perfume.Euphoria by calvin klein.<br />CB: Hahahahaha,thankyou,thankyou (Dang!she understood my virtual date idea and played along)<br />CB: Sniff,sniff....and what perfume are you also wearing?(you 4k up,you for no ask...lol)<br />W: Unforgivable!(It was the shizzle then)<br />W: Awhh,sorry,are hose Jimmy choo's?<br />CB: (Blushing) Yeah!How did you know?<br />W: My mom's a freak(sexymama can fit like cho and gucci shoes,gorgio armani shades,fendi and DG bags,Rolex n longines)<br />CB: thats nice....<br />W: Waiter!waiter!(calling the virtual waiter....lol) Can I've a glass of red lafayette wine?what would you like CB?<br />CB: (Blushing,she was feeling the trips)I prefer a glass of baron de walls<br />W: OK.Waiter can I've the menu list?(I typed her a couple of stuff on the "virtual" menu and asked her what she would like.She opted for just desert,can't really remember its about a year ago)<br />W: (waiter bows and walks away.....)<br />CB: Laughing.....<br />W: (Looking in your eyes) You look beautiful.<br />CB: I'm wondering,what do you see in my eyes?<br />W: I see lil Sparkles(The virtual waiter arrives with our order)<br /> Blah,blah,blah can't relly remember how it went down but I sha got her digits that night and gave her a call before I went to bed.My o my,her voice was d shiznit!We spoke for bout 20minutes to one hour and before you know it we were hooked!There was alot of drama then she broke up with her BF and the next thing was for me to ask her out but that was the irony of it all.I liked her ALOT and still do,she was cute and still is plus she got a mad swagga that impresses me BUT she was travelling to london in about 2weeks and I HATE long distant relationships.I don't belive in it!She sent me a text "Hope,you know I still care" It was time for me to make it official but I didnt ask her out cos she was travelling and I knew I wouldn't be going to the Uk until this year(2k8) so I thought the relationship wouldn't workout.One the morning she was leaving d country she asked me to meet her at the airport at about 7am atleast say my final goodbyes,hug and kisses but I just couldn't do it.It hurt me but I felt I was being realistic.<br /> We still talk,she now calls me runaway husband.....lol....I still have some of her text since last year......."I think I love you" After a lil quarel she sent me this to make up"Actually,I'd prefer having you back in the pool half naked or a different setting but under the circunstances(I was in skool) I'll go with da cinema"(My fav txt...lol,all you peverts better delete your thoughts!) Anywais,dunno if I made the right decision,what do you think?<br /><br />PS: I haven't recovered from the hit single from D'banj "mo gbono feli feli",he has dazzed me with another one "oloun maje o"(God4bid!) has any1 heard this jam?this guy is a bundle of talent,you can't contain him.He is high on energy!wellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795269749542309444.post-74672316376388452562008-07-04T02:26:00.000-07:002008-07-04T03:48:00.212-07:00music is my saviour<em><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I'm telling you from the bottom of ma heart I never wanted to be involved in this music thing but somehow Mz.dee located me by fire and now I have to comply by force....lol<br />Rules:</span></strong></em><br />1. Put Your <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">iTunes/ music player</span> on <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><em>Shuffle.</em></span><br /><br />2. For <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">each</span> question, press the <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">next </span>button to get your answer.<br /><br />3. <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><strong>YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER WHAT!!!</strong></span><br /><br />4. After you’ve answered all of the questions,<strong> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">tag 5</span></strong> other people and then let them know they’ve been tagged to do the meme themselves.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY?<br />shobedoo:freshly grounds<br />I guess if u say yes I'm happy with it.....whatever..lol<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?<br />aye ole:infinity<br />I'm telling you this shuffle tooooo get this one.I take life easy n I'm veryyyy optimistic<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL ?<br />mogbono feli feli:D'banj<br />LMAO!!!....well,I like a pretty face with long hair plus very fiery personality<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?<br />love in da club:Usher<br />lol...lai lai...love for where?lol no ooo<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?<br />bang bang bang:Tracy chapman<br />Yeah,true,word!my purpose is to turn bad guys good n those I cant change,stop them before they stop me<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?<br />kolomental:face<br />YEEEPA!No oo...lol...but when I make'em laff they think I'm crazy<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?<br />redemption song:bob marley<br />Jeez.I dont see the correlation oo.ma pap is dead(13 yrs ago) ma mum is MAD BORN AGAIN..LOL uno MFM style<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?<br />lady in red:........<br />No ooo,I'm no nympho ooo<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">WHAT IS 2+2?<br />speed of sound:coldplay<br />ahn ahn you this Ipod chill out naw,ow can 2plus2 equal speed of sound?<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?<br />out of my head:ashley simpson<br />LOL..no oo.wat wud ma beast friend be sticking in ma head for(I aint no fag!)<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?<br />this is why I'm hot:MIMS<br />WICKED!<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?<br />photocopy:9ice<br />yeah yeah yeah,u can never be like me.I'm just so versatile yet deep!<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?<br />hussling:RICK ROSS<br />YEAH!!! everyday I'm hussling(3ce) I'm gonna so hussle Don Vito Carleone go fear me.I'll have my finger in every sector of the economy you can think of!DANG!<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?<br />money maker:Ludacris<br />Hmmm...this Ipod no go put me for trouble ooo if my pastor see all this one...Hmmm...<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?<br />why me:D'banj<br />LAi lai,you this thing u don mad my mom aint sad she had me.She loves me,she adores me!<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING ?<br />dance with ma father:luther vandros<br />Awhhh,this one is soooooooo touching.For once this thing give himself brain,I'd so love to dance with dad but he is gone but I'd definitely dance FOR my mom on my wedding.I'll n I've been practising since last year.The song will be asa's beautiful....<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?<br />move bitch!:ludacris<br />NO NO NO y u dis Ipod dey fuck up,u just did something correct now u F uk again...NO ooo,infact angels go they sing halleluyah(3CE)<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?<br />money power respect:Mosdef<br />DANG DANG DANG! there u go again u kinda got it...money power respect....DOn vito carleone here I come!<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Iya basira:Style plus<br />Hmmm....no correlation really.I no dey chop4iya basira jare...<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?<br />beautiful:James blunt<br />yeah,u guys are beautiful...I love you all...lala,madam peggy,tunde me,arthur,bomboi,namo,BLOGVILLE E.T.C.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?<br />close to you:wande cole n Mo'hits<br />yeah yeah,thats reason I started blogging in the first place...I wanna know you n be close to you<br /><br />I struggled to get through with this thing cos I'm not really in the mood right now.I'm travelling interstate right now n I hope u wish me safe,pray no plane crashes ooo....I tag em<br /><br /><a href="http://www.madeinnaija.blogspot.com">exschoolnerd</a><br /><br /><a href="http://israelinaijarantings.blogspot.com/">Mz.dee</a><br /><br /><a href="http://nikky-i.blogspot.com/">my sister from another mother-nikkisab</a><br /><br /><a href="http://nigeriandramaqueen.blogspot.com/">9jadramaqueen</a><br /><br /><a href="http://naijaleta.blogspot.com/">my friend n borther,fellow chelsea fan 9jaleta</a><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br />u guys when I land I go check you blog oo so berra comply!<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /><br /></span>wellsbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701697944208685461noreply@blogger.com22