RHYMING IN LOVE

There is rattling and rattling in the Achilles tendon

Rushing and rushing of the memorial vendor

Towards the season’s decent regalia

As the widening keeps twining above the shoulder

Sanity is reserved for the posterity

Hence, the nights make way, for a perfect gaze is killing

Emotions left on the loose, that in the middle of a lip-lock

Quadruple eyes are left wide awake

You are not hanging everywhere whenever I stare

THE STREET AND THE CITY (episode 4)

CONVENTIONAL LOCAL

 Carried through simulated hemmed-in fog and dumped before early sunlight begin to cast first shadows on our impure places; the sobriety mortley crue mused had managed to play itself into the reach of death. John yells in a low voice, “We’re out!” why won’t we be? Ade searches every sensitive corner in the whole of the room through john’s face before even a blink, , ”you smoked all over the place like you bought a takeaway meal from a buffalo before realising it’s a buffet, not one joint left over! Well john has a joint hiding away, up high in one of the foot wears so that at any perfectly inspired hunt of a random line of criminal foot wears of them likes he, himself would not pick out the smuggler foot wear, despite that the two had been on a hopeless smoking spree for so long that the room itself is smoked high, 30 wall clocks would have just about enough to smoke in a day and they’d sleep for twelve times by the day they’d smoked. I would have liked to say I don’t like splashing names and labels on smoke but in actual fact I’d say I wouldn’t want to advertise, that would come at a high cost. As Ade throws his head into a folded t-shirt john had just

THE STREET AND THE CITY (episode 3)

SOBRIETY

Motley crue

*…just one more night

And I’m coming off this

Long and winding road

I’m on my way

I’m on my way

Home sweet home

Tonight, tonight

I’m on my way

I’m on my way

Home sweet home

You know that I’ve seen

Too many romantic dreams

Up in lights, falling off the silver screen

My heart’s likes an open book

For the whole world to read

Sometimes nothing keeps me together in the seams

I’m on my way….

The track has been playing untiringly on repeat since last night and sturdily across the long and unkindly cold darkness. Into a tequila sunrise, John had just woken up so he hauls his right hand gently from underneath Ade’s body, scrubs the ray of sunlight off his oily face, peeps through a thin sight from his glued eyes; its another morning so behold rise up, shine and give God the glory but his laziness would rather satisfy the latter. He’s is in possession of only an impaired memory, he can only puzzle out quite a little but cogent thought of the night before. A feeling of wanting to mop, soap, and immerse himself then one more random thought; he knows there couldn’t have been a purpose. He clocks an unusual white paper and a pen left over it, when there’s a white paper its usually in company of vegetables so it catches his full attention that it brightens his sight out of blur, braces his spirit and summons willingness, he quickly picks it, as he starts reading the song faints slowly to the world and soaks him through the timber, drowning him in the ink as it cross over one another…”how did we wind up here, in this dreaded city of despair, an enemy of our breed whose sole goal is slaughtering our kind over and over. Let’s just call this a memoir or so, formalities bore me to death or at least it ought to, since I haven’t been ruthless enough to for once wait on my slayer so I say lets cross that bridge when we never really get to it. At a young age I was at a place where; we’d sit in and watch over the edge and over again sunlight sets flash of red, I thought my parent had it all figured out well they did pretend to do, even had answers to questions, questions they had no idea of. God help us, I was bound to grow out of that confine much earlier than required , stuffed in my mind grew bigger than my body, my shoulder, taller than my head so with my hands I picked my legs and ran, when I ran I ran fast and far enough, waif-obsessed, I brought my heart with me. I was inevitably bound to leave anyway like everyone of my breed legend has it our hearts are sworn never to return to the bed of aurora once it had left. I came out here to fight the good fight, my head in one hand and my heart in another, my talent on my neck and my dreams at my foot so I tread softly, I came out here full of hopes and dreams at the time success seemed certain and failure; the one wasted here farting in his sleep wasn’t question. If truth be told he has and he’d have more potentials than myself in ten lifetimes each after another yet here we both are, we all are, lost in the fight, our lives is a lost battle yet we relentlessly fight our way into every fight to simply fight for as long as our souls propel liquid so my condition isn’t so bad, that’s the way of the roads. By sheer chance in most unguarded of treading, arrogance and ill-fortune; I was too arrogant to take a step behind the William Butler Yeats and spread my dreams, my only wealth, beneath your feet just so you could tread carefully; carefully or otherwise I refuse to be broke or rather broker for any of you but I sure will spread my nightmares beneath your feet so you can match carefully or otherwise. I’ve drifted too far off the highway, off course even far away from the woods held half way from the land and sky in this winding road; a victim per avion but yet I say leave this survivor, his head in one hand and his heart in another, his heart may yet find its place and he may yet conquer well lest you don’t push him off the cliff he’s already standing on. Forced to unwilling content in undying darkness that bullies dawn beneath dusk, like every other day I spend on these roads in the willed shackles of narrow existence I lift my shoulder above my head this time but the city knocks it down again just like it’d constantly done with my head before I could peep into the forthcoming and maybe do the world a favour and kill myself before the future gets here and I’m the nuisance and victim I’m born and hired to be. Holler to runz gurls who keep it real and blank there shattered minds on religion and their teaching, I know, I know the least you have risen from within though your breakthrough is evidently less than the city offers its elite but pick up your shoes, tie them more than hard every night and day when  you leave for game and keep in mind their shoes are bigger and they step on and through larger and silver-laced-fortuned pedestal into certain greatness but you still tie your shoes the same manner you only need tie yours harder, and more firmly because yours are little and barely thrive through and in unbecomingly ill-fortuned pedestal which is if there is at all one, having regard to your high heels anyway which may fall into the city’s mudbank and they’d laugh you off their wicked faces beneath their feet, nonetheless; at most match them and now conceive how hard you’d have to tie your hearts to get ahead. Whatever and whichever way anyone chose do a thing to survive isn’t the right way only the successful tag the routes behind them and ahead of you. Holler to runz boys, game boys, skool 2 boys and what not, to those who have set an enviable standard for us, victimised and sodomised, to those of you who revere and respect these standards to the last breathe. Never shed a tear, never take revenge,  kill or take more, never impress; become better, never appreciate fun never submit to excitement. Taking is no sin; we live in a communist end of a capitalist world, they live of our sweats and drain us not just of blood but sweats. Give options and choices. Bishop would bid another against his will to raise his hands above his head while his scared ubiquitous eyes reflect against a twin sharpened-out-of-blunt-ends bottles then thrust and dig holes in the fertility if his armpit and watch him cry, groan till he sleeps, he would pluck a niggas life through his eyes . Yesterday, bishop drew a niggas face into a garri, luger rather while a whole bunch of brothers pinned his body to a stone, made them leave his mouth wide open so he could scream and beg with his throat then waited till he had screamed his life out and had stopped struggling he made them free him bishop blinked twice, smiled then shot his head against a bullet doom! He grew sober, wept a teardrop on his fore head after which he thought to respect the body and cleaned the tear of with 8 more bullets. He always gives them a choice, he’d ask them to promise to visit him in his sleep and tell him what its like on the other side and he’ll make there death easy and fast, he is as ruthless, a huger legend on these roads and myself, I’m like a Spanish fly to these girls. People around here so cold, my heart done gone froze yet if every place be like these roads no one would be unwanted this is the way of the roads I’m sober-tired and wound in, un I lights I’d give anything to come of this winding road but even if I could my heart wont come with me home. Regardless of all we are young, mistakes are our companion but isn’t that why there are parents to guard us but the biggest mistakes of all is to despise them, well we are most aware of this fact yet regard us as eternal sojourners on a road to self sabotage, self destruction, and most unguarded. On these roads the ‘surviver is indeed the fittest more like” an airbag is a parashoot’ alright you are permitted to look down on the language but not the speaker they might indeed make a parashoot” of your airbag, when you feel cold iron against your hostile skin in even the lightest of days, when it’d burst-loud and gust out and open your huge belly, all nylon melt in and lenses waft out of those shiny toys you ride around in. To the city we are nothing but a bunch of out of context dangerous waifs but the city itself is treacherously homeless. Like every other, highly exhorted and revered, these roads has its coy end, there is uncontrollable addiction towards violence and we are all sick, severally, sentenced looking unto inevitable darkness and death on a particular day what would your flexible thinker carry as companion if you knew yours unconscious of any other road apart from this. We do know what this excruciating feeling is its effect on our mindful conception or misconception are the behaviours you flag criminal because you are keenly handicapped of its effect on our reasoning so you shy off so be careful when you point loaded fingers at us when our frozen hearts, symptoms of coldness burn out when you cast fire to them……

A knock at the door isn’t enough to steal him off the page but the knock increases into a continual banging on the rather fragile door so he is at last stolen away but manages to catch the last line; “my soul is locked in shadows my heart is locked in as well, smoked out”. Ade’s long and pleasant sleep had been cut short too. John emerges from outside through the door with a bare and flat chest with a humble boxer pant rapped from just above his waist down a lot below his knees, the gravely unacceptable sight reduces  Ade into delight he probably believes he is still in the dream world because he had projected a colourful morning so something as dark as this can’t exactly be regarded as colourful so he purposely  illudes himself into the former , but suddenly he grasps that John’s black and bare body had infringed his view of all the colours in the room, he makes a long hiss, turns his hip with his left arm so he could face the wall then seals his eyes with the other, john yells! That babe is here! Ade immediately opens his eye lids and throws his eyes back against his skull and forth, what babe? Well I hope she deserves whatever you’ve told her because she’s out there smiling, Ade is still trying to haul himself out of sleep “I mean she was really smiling and it almost felt unpleasant for a moment there I thought I grew sexy overnight, anyway I snapped out of that thought already but it did make me feel good…so? He shows him to the door, Ade had started wondering which one it could be, but being too proud to ask he just assumes “it’s definitely her, but why on earth would she show this early” then he recalls she’d stolen his wallet the last time she came over and when he asked she said because “you left it in your pants” how genuine a motive, he discusses that with john but quietly and discreetly. Ade by now is readily furious so he hurries in the direction of the egress, well the ingress too but that’s how confused he his…where is it! Where is that feral …so that’s it, he’d just keep the “bitch” for himself as she disappointedly turns out to be the she from the drama earlier, and yes it’s a goodbye already my curiosity wonders as much as yours too but it appears the supposed discreet chat wasn’t discreet enough and had found its way to her ears, both of them. Now Ade makes honest use of the ingress to a joint on john’s lips fastened by sparks, turns out our john isn’t a john after all he snatches it while sobriety snatches him and throws him against the floor across john who had started molling another blunt the song immerses them in as they both puff some in undying silence until john breaks the silence; what sup with her? She’ll be back, they all do…eventually. Of course! So….do I really fart in my sleep? Ade nods and puffs full this time, no I don’t. “Well” this time he reasons john won’t take just a nod for an answer, why don’t you stay awake and figure that out yourself plus it does undermine the snoring though. They both resign to another long hush while…

Home sweet home

Tonight, tonight

I’m on my way

Just set me free…………………..

by Wole

THE STREET AND THE CITY (episode 2) NIGHTMARES OF STREET CRED

…As Ade quickens hastily into a gradual blur John takes after him in a sprint chase but his pants run even backwards, they are embarrassingly and unusually big in this age when immorality is order and righteousness has willingly hunted, exiled, and locked itself away to wroth in the woods of clogged memory; at a time of tight fitted pants. They manage to defeat his will over and over as his tired and helpless legs struggle. Ade, who is now very far ahead is jinxed with yet his own share of the unfortunate stretch of existence in street cred, an unwanted sight for apathetic eyes, yet  right in front of them stands an energetic Tade, they exchange a short chant then go on to exchange a few more random words but for somewhat longer than it ordinarily in reasonable sense ought to take words like; “brother howfar<>lowkey bruh, howfar you every?<>lowkey things<>baba lowoyi na you sure<>if I hear, I swear nah you<>shey you say make your boy run hook something?<>omo tiny joint self go do me…” I’ll just leave the rest of the conversation to your experience-motivated imagination. Doomed generation! Right? Maybe pupcie was at least right about this one thing, this goes on in Ade’s mind while he reluctantly plants the seeds of doominess together with Tade.  John who by now had been chasing-mute for quite long over a relatively short distance, currently puffed and panting wishing he is pantless bumps into the two from behind, grabs Ade on the right by his shoulder a grab near the hip or so would attract unnecessary attention alright? No, not here it won't , like “I gat you” he throws his head to Ade’s company and this single being sends his spirit to heaven and back half way…”oh! fuck” conscious enough to make sure that was meant for Ade’s ears alone while Tade could hardly hear less than a thing of the F word from his right ear on john’s end so he tosses his head to his extreme right just behind john’s left like his left ear would have heard better he utters “you said?” “I said brother wassup” “oh!” now relaxed “I’m not your brother john how many times can a man possibly be born?” Ade, why does he have to say that every single time?” Ade opens his palms wide like the answer is written on them for him to see, john looks into the palms in boundless expectation only to find no answer to his mystery, his disappointed eyes it yet again directed towards Ade’s face whose sealed lips had enlasted to as far as his chicks while John stared at his palms “I don’t know partner, your name’s john! I mean its not like you exactly belong around here” the dreaded john obviously carrying a ringingly thrilled face watches as the two shake a loud laughter of their hands but in Ade’s opinion he’d saved the day I mean he did gat him. He cleverly steps aside while he graciously allows john a taste of excitement; Tade is as stubborn as john’s disturbed state reflects a legend on these roads, so he happily takes john on yet another long and fresh chanting interview perfectly similar to the earlier one between himself and Ade. This goes on as Ade smiles with his heart wild open this excitement lasts for a short while before a huge pack of fellow runz boys genuinely pries his heart open they all take turns, smack and shake hands in a distinct and seemingly wicked manner, it even seems as though they are hurting one another the loud and rhythmless chants, barking most appropriately continues, Ade excuses himself, takes a few steps enough to stay clear of the horde, for a while there he takes a sober ablution john discharges himself too as they both attempt to cleverly flea the scene Ade turns around and bumps into a, believe me, gorgeous…ok enough of the day dream-chasing and ceiling-counting; splendour  normally a heavy slap or two would gesture the beauty off her face for bumping into Ade but she isn’t at all terrified and he doesn’t appear nearly offended so there is a parley stand down. Ade isn’t all that bad I mean just a few of the babes around crush on him secretly, 'churchies' included, the rest; openly of course. They both say less than no word though there is sincere apologies clearly written  on them he collects her phone from the sands it had fallen into without missing any expected expression on her face just as if he never bent for the phone. His heart pounds heavily while his mind raises, but out of unusual coyness  he rescues himself from her eyes and walks past her in full regret and relief at the same time, ”hey!” she suddenly calls on him, Ade turns around almost at once in full exhilaration but into a disappointment she stretches out and hands him his wallet, the one she picked while he picked her phone once again they are both arrested and this time it appears there isn’t a way out  john had continued his swaggering display into a distance where he waits just ahead like he’d been challenged to while Ade sets some P which actually is 'setting an escape Plan', he gently hops and hurdles up and down in a restricted horizon. By now Ade had successfully murmured a few fragrant words out he continues with“...I must confess you are incredibly, smokingly gorgeous, almost too beautiful you almost ugly, too charming I believed I needed an escape from your sight well I’m still planning one though…and your smile, so captivating that it seems scary, you’ll know, I’m scared right now right? I almost don’t know what……."I’ll just leave the rest of the clowning to your imagination. It was as though they had stepped into each other’s shadows, the world stands still, quiet, though some may be sitting but that doesn’t count the moment lingers and endures while they maintain this tasking gaze, lost in one another, even I can see them from every viewpoints as the wind takes me on a circumvolution of them, it almost seems like the heavens have come here and expunged all the devils below leaving these two behind. As Ade spills those words gently she quietly reaches for her jeans with her right hand she wouldn’t want to distract him away from the excellent job he seems to be doing, digs straight into her right front pocket while the other hand is cast to her back pocket, as if she involuntarily left those hands in a gaol the rest of her body lifts to heights though her legs are still sealed to the same spot, in Ade’s shadow, I think that sounds even better; eyes permanently motionless, Ade continues his incantations while she stands there lost in disbelief, astonishment, willingness and in a pleasant recklessness, he could almost capture every little smile though his cred bank and of course imaginary wank bank is filled with the huge ones already. By now the barking pack, I mean the guys, gradually, their loud chants faint into the thin air as they sell their concentration to these two at no fee, Ade’s excellence too unfortunately fades into a sudden relapse, she could now notice an obviously captivated array of spectators so out of her long mum, with her tongue she greases from within and pushes her lips to detach, Ade lowers into an even more self-assured relaxation, prepared to make a “yes” response  to whatever that is uttered  from these angelic lips while waiting he is sure she might take forever  so he starts thinking  of a lot more lines…”I wasn’t smiling!”, yes! Ade had responded before he could hear what she had said or think and now that he has the true words, bitter isn’t it? He replies with confusion written all over him “oh... really?” she nods, the disapproval on her face at this moment seems even greater than the one she wore when she uttered her first and only words, he manages  to stutter a few more words before he's finally knocked out “I I thought I’d, I mean I could’ve bet I clocked your sealed lips move back there…but its all good I guess you can't win it all that’s what they say right?” she almost gives up her pretence for another solemn smile but she holds very firm with her mind but since she can't do the same to her voice and words she’d rather keep mute. A rumble had begun in Ade’s mind, mightier than that in his stomach but nothing compared to the mutiny in his head, a lady’s muteness can of course cause a lot than said. He wouldn’t want to aggravate the embarrassment he’s to retire into so he manages to hold his breathe and barely gestures with his face meaning “I’ll…I'll just go” he turns around while she still stands , apparently the devils are back and perhaps their own shadows they stood in left with the heavens, he flings his head downwards, dejected  he fixes his eyes to his wet feet visible from under his heavy timbs so he can quickly think of a lie or two to save himself and to immaculate her conception in the fatherhood of his own self and give the expectant hears of john and, of course the rest a cool name at least since he didn't get one. Ade is so good that to john but the rest even beneath his perfect pretence he could find his own share of the disappointment as Ade struggles in futile containment of his humiliation and regret. He genuinely puffs empty, holds blank,  thrusts wide, and fades in………suddenly, he catches a quiet, tender, healing, and angelic voice “wait!” Ade’s personal saviour calls from heaaven unto him who hath wroth of the torment of the mere darkness of hell’s gate. He turns at once into his own salvation……..but sudden darkness is cast at my sight…………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. :)


by wole

THE STREET AND THE CITY (PART 1)

THE STREET AND THE CITY (PART 1)

Just like any other dream you wind up into, this one, its curtain is drawn against the window burglary of a mild but believe me, wild’ public transport’. In the opposite corner from my view is a rather pale young man most likely in his late teens, headed for the infamous STREET, he seems more dreadful than his looks admit. He surfs with his tiny dancing fingers in an unsequential sequence through and across pages of some stitched papers wickedly joined together against their will in a pitiful manner until he reaches a page, he stops and smiles:

“So you stretched out your arms across

And on all of us
With a smile out on your face
And a tear out in your eyes
Couldn’t seem to gather a lot on your grace”

 

The world blew the city over us hence we haul below sea level
Calling for your world above, we strive but the muscles
On her arms shifts to our faces
That together we don’t sweat from our eyes
The aged, the street!
Where you look upwards but remain on your ruins
Where you look onwards but your legs stride sideway
Where you travel too many directions at a time
Yet, so far, the city sighs while the street scoffs
The city sobs in the street
We live in a moving camp and off her sentient lamp
“Let the good Lord shine the light
On your dark hours
and dark places”

He had enjoyed late night stories from the lips of his lying uncle of the awful theft profile ever maintained on the street. When Ade had finally highlighted he instantly touches and frisks all his body to his little, embarrassing but relatively precious luggage but something isn’t  right, he has had mad orientation from his uncle’s lying lips so he knows for sure he definitely has been robbed of something or so he expected so as the ruthless face of the conductor collected the door against itself he screamed!...Ade had feared this face for even longer than the journey took, he spent a reasonably larger part of those time with this scary creature in his mind, clenching his wide palm into a massive and fierce fist and placing it gently and with extreme care on his own face at uncoordinated intervals intending to keep himself company through the crawling and uneventful long journey. But now Ade is off the bus so he looks around and gathers just about enough courage he then screams: someone have stolen my leg! He watches the conductor’s face as it is carried away while it melts into laughter.

Has Ade just won his first battle off the street I mean on the very soil of the infamous street itself, deeply and intensely thrilled he gallops into a dark corner unconsciously too excited that he cares lees about his stolen leg and most significantly, of the caveats of his uncle’s lying lips of the hazard of The street, its dark hours, and its bends. He stamps into a showdown, crossfire of a number of wet shadows and soaring shadows unto runz just outside that famous storey building empty and colourless in the day but painted with green, red, yellow lights and calls at night at the tail end of the street beside the ill-famed bunk and opposite a sheltering coat precisely on the square called hopeless and church by its own and faithless by the city, where grains sell at the same damn price. He is caught in grave shock and amazement, terrified, but he slumps into despair and dies into calmness.  A heavy slap jolts him out of his frightful reverie where “them guns have been bursting and felled runz boys” accompanied with a loud but close voice (welcome to the street)! To Ade the dirty slap was nothing ‘the devils are gone; thank God I’m still in purgatory he shouted with his hand wide spread away from one another across the sky. He looks around the dead bodies soak him into yet another calm death, this time dazzling and dangling in a water bed with rather high walls on both sides with flavoured and limitless fragrance of endless frenzied varieties for his famished nostrils and an unpleasant delicacy that embarrassed his starved throats and makes his lips spread wide enough to allow a plate of eba he would have at home pass in through but his arrested subconscious; as the word ‘home’ dashed past it choke veins and spills water on blood. The ray of sunlight this time jolts Ade’s left eye into a rather busy pedestrian as he whipes the sunlight off his face.  Passers by keep whispering into his ears; Welcome to the gutter. Terrified and disturbed, he takes to swerve across and into the highway, Ade; faced down looks up and he’s blessed with a sight for old eyes there is an old friend of his standing just across he beckoned to him Ade is now filled with great relief and joy, as he heads towards him he hears a loud engine approach, an indistinct chatter from a yelling audience. He turns around……into oncoming steel, the scary face of the conductor is carried away again into a distance peeping at Ade’s body as it lay against the road as still and as calm as death itself his blood, darker than the darkest lake. The old friend wasn’t beckoning, he warned!

Gutter: the blank space between facing pages of a book between adjacent columns of types or stamps in a sheet.

Ade pulled his face out of the dusty page….
John: Ade, did you just get drunk in your dream again?
He hurriedly pulls himself off the chair, quickens while his legs blab as he heads away from the library, far enough…………………………………
Welcome to the missals

 To be continued.......

LAW AND OTHERS : Episode One

Henry stood looking at the Law of Evidence textbook on the desk before him wishing he could rip out all of its sheets and shred it into pieces. But doing that would have been a peculiar sight because all around him his mates were celebrating the end of the second semester exam. In fact, they were still in the class where minutes ago the supervising lecturer had shouted 'pens up'. The pens had gone down though rather than up since these are not nursery school pupils but 400-level university students
Kevin, Henry's friend came gliding towards him.
''Why are you staring at the book with
murderous intent?'' he asked.
''I hate books'', Henry replied.
''Me sef. I prefer the e-formats''.
''U no get'', Henry replied,shifting his gaze from the book to his friend, ''if there is a way to convert books into air so that we would be reading books just by breathing them I would still hate books''.
''Now that's serious'', Kevin said seriously.
'Speaking of seriousness how did you answer the res gestae question?''
''Res gestae is what it is, I guess''.
''Is that what you wrote?'' Kevin asked in mild
disbelief. ''Omo, you don write one big zero be that o''.
''Actually'', Henry said as they began to walk towards the door, all the while greeting noisy classmates by the way, ''the answer is perfectly logical. Res gestae cannot be what it is not''. Henry was starting to come out of his mild
depression, was starting to feel good with himself on hitting this perfect note of sound logic.
Kevin chuckled. He is used to this verbal
sparring and he was not about to be outdone.
''Actually, Henry res gestae is exactly what it is not. You see, res gestae is ordinarily not a relevant fact but court sometimes consider it in order to get a full picture of the question under
question. By, you know, being considered, res
gestae becomes part of the relevant fact
thereby becoming what ordinarily it is not''. At this he paused for effect. Then to drive the point home, he said, ''your answer, apart from being legally incorrect, is also factually incorrect and therefore cannot be perfectly
logical''.
Henry's face fell momentarily as his logic fell
like a pack of cards, his king and queen under hostage, his knaves on the run. He had to concede logical defeat from Mr Spock. They wall in silence for a moment, each engrossed in his thoughts- Henry thinking of a possible rejoinder to Kevin's logical masterstroke, Kevin thinking of the next thing to say without appearing smug. Kevin finally broke the ice although the weather was a bit hot.
"Where are you going to do your attachment this break?''
''Attachment? I'm not thinking of doing''.
''Again? You never do any attachment since 100 level''.
''Well, I'm not just that into it''.
''Like the movie title''.
''What?''
''Never mind'', Kevin said quickly. ''E beta mey you do attachment. You go get some experience''
''No thanks, I want to experience my
inexperience for a little while longer''.
When they came to the place where each will head off to his hostel, they shook hands and give each other a half-hug.. In these days of gay rage guys in a full hug may attract unnecessary attention. As they head off to their respective
hostels, Kevin called out ''I will call you'' and
Henry replied '' I will text you"

UP, CLOSE AND PERSONAL WITH B-RED(HKN).

Up, Close & Personal with YEMI: B-red(HKN) Talks Money, Fame, Women, HKN, School and All with Yemi.

YEMI: Hello, tell us who B-Red is

B-red: My name is Adebayo Adeleke, my artist name is B-red, I'm the 2nd out of four and I play the drums, sing and produce music. I'm an artist signed to my cousin Davido's record label HKN.

YEMI: How was it like growing up?

B-red: I was born in America in Atl, and then moved back to naija @ the age of 5 and from then I've been going back and forth from Nigeria to America and school too.

YEMI: Cool... Now we all know why you’re always dripping the Yankee Swag! It’s from birth. Lol..

So, how and when did you start music?

B-red: Music… ummm… I started playing the drums at the age of 6 then started singing and producing @ the age of 16. I Started with a group in Atl, kb international. Me, Davido! Sina and this jamoo guy named Jamrock for a year then moved to Lagos with HKN music.

YEMI: Wow! That's massive. Means you started music a long time ago.

YEMI: Have you produced any major track in the Naija music scene? Or do you have anyone of your productions coming soon?

B-red: No. Nothing major yet but co-produced 1 or 2 tracks on the O.B.O album and yea the next track I drop I’ll do the drums. lol

YEMI: That's nice. So I guess it’s safe to say you contributed to the Dopeness of the O.B.O album as regards beats. Personally, I can't wait to hear the next track you are dropping. Who's the best producer you've worked with in Naija?

B-red: Lol. No, Shizzi did all the dope beats and the best producer I've worked with is Shizzi..

YEMI: Haha.. But you contributed...

B-red: Yes

YEMI: That's wassap! Shizzi is dope. He kills every beat. Compared to other artists, do you think your rise to stardom was easy or difficult?

B-red: Ummm… I'm on my on lane and it was not easy. It was difficult ‘cause you have to go through some struggles but I'm still pushing to get to the next level.

YEMI: I like your spirit. Still on your grind. So there are several rumours flying around that you left HKN for D'Ark entertainment. Are these rumours true?

B-red: No comment.
I've always been HKN.

YEMI: HKN still. That's wassap! What inspired your hit single 'insane gal'?

B-red: Umm… it was just a good day and Shizzi woke me up that let's work and everything came through like a freestyle, then O.B.O walked in and blessed the song.

YEMI: Wow. You prolly didn't even know it would turn out to be a hit song. I must confess, the video is slick too. When should we be expecting to see the 'Long Time' video?

B-red: I swear I did not know and I’ll be shooting long time in a few weeks

YEMI: Haha.. I would have said I know that feeling but sadly I'm not an artist :( ..lol.. Can't wait to see the 'Long Time' video. When is your album coming out?

B-red: I'm not really thinking of an album now.

YEMI: So I guess we'll just keep expecting more singles for now then. Just to for the doubting fans, Shina Rambo is your blood brother?

B-red: Yes more singles, videos and shows for now.
And yes Sina Rambo is my older brother.

YEMI: Oh cool. We gon keep blasting your jamz. And I see that the 'yankee sweg' runs in the blood. Giving that lots of your fan are the ladies, how do you handle so much attention from these female fans?

B-red: Umm @ first it was exciting to me but now it’s a normal thing. I've done shows everywhere with Davido across the world so I'm used to it now.

YEMI: Oh I see. So is B-red single or are you in a relationship? 
B-red: Hmmm can this question not be asked? lol

YEMI: Lool. Ok then. So I have like three questions left for me to ask.
How would you describe your ideal kinda woman?

B-red: I wouldn't say I have a specific type. I just like a woman that has class and is independent. And sexy of course.

YEMI: Raaa! I think class and independence is sexy too :D . How has Music and the fame affected your personal life?

B-red: Lol. Can't really go to school again so I'm doing online school‘cause the first time I went to school in a Naija uni they chased me and my bro Sina so it was crazy and also now I really can’t go to most public places without security. I have to travel up and down, and it’s tiring but we still love it, and staying in shape.

YEMI: Hahaha... I can only imagine. Hope they didn't catch you?LOOL

B-red: Lol. na

YEMI: Haha.. Fastest runner. Quick question by the way. I remember back in the day, you used to be one best basket ballers and you were also one dope footballer in high school. Do you still shoot hoops and play soccer?

B-red: Yes, I still play B.ball and football, but more of football on my free time.

YEMI: Now I see how u stay fit. Where do you see yourself in 5years?

B-red: In 5yrs I see myself @ the top....very top

YEMI: Amen to that Gee!!!
So before I leave, I'd like you to say a word or two to the upcoming artists out there.
B-red: Just keep working harder and anybody can blow. Dreams come true, just ask Obama.

YEMI: Yessur! I like that. That's wassap!. Thanks a lot for your time for this interview on the LSS Social blog. Really appreciate. We'll be looking forward to more of your jams. God bless yah!

B-red: 

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SERIAL MURDERRANCES. Episode 7

(Inception Pt. 3)

"You really are a great fool" I hissed angrily.
"Now where are the damn keys!?" 
        Immediately we entered I told Tade to put on the generator. When the power had come, we settled down to business, each engrossed in his laptop. I logged on to plentyoffish. I saw a woman who might make an easy target.
Alicia Warkins,34 ,no kid and living alone. "Hello Alicia, my name is Cody Smith". I try some small talk like who does she prefer between Obama and Romney, what is the weather in her city, blah, blah, blah. Now to the point. What is her source of income? She said she is an heiress of some small-town newspaper fortune. Wow, now that's what I call plenty of fish.
I'm a US diplomatic officer currently working in Helsinki, Finland. The city's prison is crawling with Americans so I was assigned to negotiate their release and transfer to the States with the prison authorities. These Finnish guys demand some dough as a fine for the freedom of these jailed Americans. Therefore the US embassy would welcome private dona- no, no, no, lemme stop there.
Don't want to ask for money right away lest she think I'm a 'scammer'.
Now onto more personal matters.
Doesn't she have a boyfriend?
No, she doesn't have right now. She has dated some guys before but they all turned out to be jerks. Eeya! But don't worry about me, I won't be a jerk. In fact, I've never been a jerk.
Why doesn't she have kids? She doesn't want to have kids wit just any bloke. She wants to have kids wit a special guy, someone who makes bell ring in her head, someone who makes butterflies flutter in her stomach, someone who will sweep her off her feet.
Look no further, Lady, I am the one. I've been looking for someone like you all my life. It's not everyday you meet someone who so understands you completely you feel you've known each other for a long time. And if you try me, you won't regret me.

She sent me a picture of herself and I complimented her on her looks even though she was bony thing and had like one thousand freckles on her face.
I sent her a 'picture of myself'- which was in fact an old picture of Brad Pitt's edited and 'photoshopped' to remove all resemblance(the jaws for example) but still l leaving all the good looks.
That picture was my standard picture. 

Just then, I heard a very loud noise above the din of the generator and the clicking of the keys on our laptops. I looked at Tade who was smiling down to his Laptop. He did not seem to hear. Before I shifted my eyes back to the laptop, I heard the noise again. The noise was louder now and Tade too was gaping into the distance. The noise sounded like someone was banging the door. We looked at each other. Nobody calls at our place at all much less this time of the night. The next loud bang roused us from our surprise and I called out
"Who the hell is that?"
'Good evening' a strong voice returned. 'This is the police. We have a warrant to search your premises'.
Having heard that Tade with all the silence his unco-ordinated body could muster, quickly packed the laptops and climbed the desk to put it in a designated place in d ceiling.
"A warrant to search this premises by 9pm? Officer, I don't think you know your law".
'Spare me the lecture on d proper time to serve a warrant', the officer shouted. 'This is a special case and either you open this door or I break it down. In any case I'm entering'.
The officer was sounding very serious. This is definitely not a joke or a prank call. Beside me, Tade was shaking like crazy. I have to be strong for this wimp. "Go pack the other laptops and throw them over the fence", I whispered. As Tade was about to go, the officer's voice came again 'In case you don't know, this building is surrounded. You have no choice but to OPEN THIS DOOR!'
We are now in a fix. I was now shaking my self, at my wit's end. The game look to be coming to an end.

'He won't wake' a voice said. I thought it was the officer who spoke but the voice was too close to my head to be the officer's.
'He won't wake', the voice said again, now a little frantic, a little panicky.
"Did you hear that?" I asked Tad.
'What? Yes I hear it. The officer dey shout make we open the door, shey you no dey hear am?, as loud as e be'.
"No, no," I whispered back. "The voice, that voice". 'Which voice?' Tade asked, a look of confusion on his face.
'OPEN THIS DOOR!'.
'He won't wake' the voice in my head was now filled with fear and with dread, a voice of someone afraid of what looks like inevitability.
Somehow, the voice sound like Barbie's. 'STAND BACK!, I'M BREAKING THIS DOOR!'
'O my god, he won't wake, Help! BRING WATER!' I saw the door buckled and crash. But I didn't see what I expected to find. I expected men in black uniforms with raised guns and heavy boots. Instead I saw a flood, a flood of water, water which was snow-white because of it's astonishing quantity, advancing towards me.
Before I could run, the water buried me and all went blank. I awoke on the floor of the corridoor, drenched in water, gasping for breath in Barbie's arms. I saw a shade of people peering down at me but I couldn't yet make out any of their faces. At last I made out Ridwan's thoroughly frightened face. I saw who had taken the picture, the phone was still in his hands. 'Thank God', they breathed collectively. 'You got us real scared'.
"How long was I out?" I drawled.
'About three minutes'. "What?" I exclaimed. It seems to me that I was out for three hours.
'We had to bring water from the buckets in the toilets to rouse you', somebody was saying. 'Took about five buckets'. 'C'mon' Barbie said. 'You sure need food, let's get you something to eat'.

SERIAL MURDERRANCE. Episode 6

(Inception pt2)


The flashlight was almost blinding so I told the officer to please lower it down. He shifted the light from my eyes and focused on the girl in the back seat.
The light rested on her for longer than necessary and I nudged Tade, who was sitting beside me in the front seat as if to tell him that Barbie in her usual radiant 'sexiness' had charmed the officer. Finally, the officer asked who we are.
We replied that we were students of the University and we were going to our hostels after a hard-day work.
The officer snorted. He stepped back a little and inspected the car. He couldn't reconcile the size and luxury of the Bentley with the fact that we were students.
'Officer, please can we go now' Barbie said in her bedroom voice.
'The time is 7:30pm and you know we have to sleep and prepare for tomorrow'. The officer seemed a bit disoriented before answering quickly with a lump in his throat,
'Yes you can'.
At that we thanked the policeman and the car whispered into the night.
        As I drove I breathed a sigh of relief. "That was close, Tade". Tade still recovering from holding his breath in fear did not answer but Barbie did.
'Yes, it was. If it was not for the fact that I directed his eyes to my bust and prevented him from thinking about anything else...you should be thankful I saved your ass'.
"And you should be thankful I've always had yours" I said and she fell silent.
"Tade, stop to dey act like pickin and tell me how many Lapi dey for inside boot" 'Ten' he said, his voice still shaking.
'You know, you guys are fools for carrying that many Laptops around' Barbie said. 'Na today we just buy am' Tade replied her.
Nobody spoke again for some moments during which Kelly Handsome's 'Maga don Pay' could be heard on low volume from the car stereo.
          After a little while I asked Tade
"How about your maga".
'Omo, Tracy dey dull me jare' he replied. 'All the format wey I try she no even dey fall for am. How about your own?'.
"Ah my only Dolly, she even promised yesterday to send like 2K dollars by Saturday".
'OMO, how you do am' Tade asked interestedly.
"Listen and learn" I replied.
"Dolly is a 45 year old mother of two living in LA, she is divorced and all her kids are in college, so she is lonely. She is also very fat so she is insecure and looking desperately for someone to like her. What I did was to cash in on her loneliness and insecurity by promising heaven and hell that I will love her till I die, asking about her kids, and sending her flowers everyday.
And I don't just tell her I love her, I combine some shakespeare with westlife and add my own little spin to write the most beautiful love quotes".
'So how u get her promise to send 2,000 dollars?'
"Ah that one. I'm a business man in Chicago and I've to get to LA to complete a business deal which will fetch me some dough. But I'm short on cash right now so I need her to send me the flight money so I can get to LA and as soon as the deal is closed I will branch at her place, give her the money and spend the week with her".
'Guy, Tracy dey more difficult than that'. "What kind of woman is she?" I asked. 'She dey like Barbie, young and hot and she says my English no good'.
"Yes, we must agree, your English is not good, listen, are you white or black?"
'I'm black'.
"OK send her a picture of Ramsey Nuah or Van Vicker or Majid Michael and pretend that that is you. Oyibo chicks like hot guys and you will see, she won't be complaining about your English again". Tade fell silent a moment as he digested this.
        'Dammy, what about my iphone? Barbie called out to me from the back seat. I had almost forgotten she was there. "Iphone 5 is not yet out, remains some days, how much is it gan self?
'Only 130,000' Barbie answered.
"what the f!" I exclaimed.
'Listen' said Barbie, 'tell me if you are not going to buy it and I will hold my peace'. "I am going to buy it so hold your piss". I saw Tade stealing a look at my angry face and I could see that he has detected some tension between Barbie and I.
But whether he detected it or not, he didn't speak.
In any case, I won't even tolerate him snooping into my affairs.
        We reached the front of my flat at around 8:15 pm. When nobody got down, I said to Barbie, "Get down". 'What!, you are not going to drop me?'
"No, I have some work to do. I will come and see you later tonight".
'I don't expect you to come, you are not exactly a knight'.
With that, she hissed, got down and slammed the door. We packed the laptops from the booth and made our way towards the door of the flat.
There was no power so we have to put on the generator if we are going to do anything tonight.
Tade was silent beside me and I thought it must be because of the weight of seven laptops stacked against his chest. "D'you need a hand?" I asked him.
'I don get hands' he replied.
'Na good brain I need'.
"Fool", I muttered under my breath.
We were in front of the door when Tade asked
'Dammy, wetin dey happen between you and Barbie?'
"Nothing, except that right now there is no love lost between me and her".
'So why una dey fight?'.

SERIAL MURDERRANCES. Episode 5

 INCEPTION

 As I was getting ready for school that morning, I heard an impatient knock on my door. Seconds later, Tade was standing on d bare floor of my room. Somehow, I had a pretty good idea what he had come to ask.
'Dammy, abeg shey i fit see one H for your hand. I wan reach school and I no get TP'.
"i don't have a dime". I answered quickly not even trying to be compassionate. Knowing Tade, he had probably lost all his dough gambling on Arsenal, the worst kind of club to gamble on.
'How you wan reach skul when you no get a dime?' Tade asked. I was initially surprised by this question. A wise question. You cant help being surprised when you consider that Tade is the questioner.
"I meant I don't  have enough to spare". 'You know, you suppose say you no get a kobo, not dime since we dey for Naija'. "Whatever", I said, a little bit angrily.
Now I'm suspecting that Tade has over-listened to lil wayne the previous night and he is feeling the push to put some smart lines in his conversations. I'm not even sure he understands half of what Lil wayne says.
"Ah Tade, i'm going to school", I announced. "When you are done here, close my door".
'You wan leave me inside your room? I can steal something'.
"No, you can't", i said as i started towards the door. "There is nothing to steal. The only crime you can commit here is suicide. Now knock yourself out''.
       Class that morning was particularly dull. Well, if you are like me all classes will be dull since you will be sitting in d class with an empty stomach and as a result, a wandering mind. But this class was the dullest among 'dulls'.
The contract lecturer, a bloke with a huge gash across his face, was rambling on something about the postal rule laid down in 'Adams v Lindsell'. The postal rule! Sucks to the postal rule! You see even a half-brain like Tade knows that right now in 2012 only batty, old, 'technophobic' guys still use the post to send letter of acceptance. So why do we need this lecture?
        While Lecturer 'Scarface' was babbling about 'Adams v Lindsell', I was thinking more in the line of Adam and Eve. Adam and Eve: seriously, those guys really messed things up. If not for their disobedience, mankind would still be in Eden, blissfully naked, running after giraffes and antelopes. If we ever need education, we will probably have classes under that same apple tree with Father Adam as lecturer and with our course content consisting of something like the proper way to trim flowers. Which is very simple!
Now i'm sitting inside a class in 2012 and I'm super-conscious of the fact that the white shirt of d guy sitting next to me is whiter dan mine which is brownish white: that my old, tattered shoes should not even be in the same building with his: that the lecturers are teaching us concepts so confusing that they themselves get confused(e.g Scarface here): that I have to face impossibly difficult exams at the end of d semester. Sometimes, u've got to agree with this 'boko-guys' when they say Western Education is.....
'Hey Dammy, have you seen the Hunger Games? That film is madly interesting'. Barbie's voice cut through my thought from behind. In my wandering state of my mind i had forgotten that I had the privilege of sitting in front of Barbie. I guess Barbie also found the lecture boring so she was looking for somebody to talk to. Only thing is, Barbie is unlike any other person: whether or not she listened, she is going 2
To get 'A'.
"No, I haven't", I whispered back."You know why? Because I AM the Hunger Game. Hunger is hunting me and i'm its game''.
'Well, sorry 'bout that,I can't help u there. But I can help u wit the other hunger'. "Which other hunger?", I asked.
'The hunger for my.... You know...' She shifted seductively in her chair and gave me the horny girl look. 'I've noticed you staring at me more than its normal recently.
Barbie is known for being a scholar and a tease. Right now, she is turning her tease on, at my expense because i'm getting pretty hot.
"Barbie, are u trying to se-se-du-du-du-ce me", I stammered. I never got d answer to that question for Lecturer 'Scarface' had announced that we are going for meet next class and the class had erupted into chaos as if they had been waiting for him to get the hell out.
         Just then, I saw Ridwan, a guy who can't  seem to get enough of taking pictures, coming towards us. This guy can take the picture of himself 'shitting' and upload it to Instagram. When he reached us, his statement was not surprising. 'Let's take some pics'.
"I've never met anybody who takes as many pics as you do, even among girls", I said to him.
'You know', he replied with a wide grin, 'photographs'
"Are the autographs of d 21st century, yes we know", i completed sarcastically. "So who is the celebrity here".
'You, I guess, now dat u are on regular speaking basis with Barbie'. He said this with a whisper so that Barbie who was busily packing her books couldn't catch it.
'ok Barbie, let's snap'. He announced.
'A picture is more than a thousand words'.
'If a picture is more th an a thousand words, how many words does a movie worth?', Barbie asked. No one answered. Ridwan gave his phone to a guy to snap us and we posed with big, fake smiles for the camera.
        The camera flashed. And the brightness of d flash was extremely strange. The flash traveled towards my field of vision and completely engulfed my being. The light overwhelmed me so much I felt that I had been lighted from within. Suddenly, it went off and all went blank..........


.........Find out what happened to Dammy after the flash........

SERIAL MURDERRANCES. Episode 4

Serial Murrderances  'THE TERRORIST(CLASSROOM DRAMA)'pt2


'Their so-called demand for an Islamic state is unconstitutional. Nigeria is a secular state according to Section 10 of the 1999 constitution' "Sit your ass down!" the doctor ordered. Barbie, who had plenty of it, obediently sat. Very embarrassed.
I was surprised. The girl was of course right but it seems the doctor was in no mood for that. I was starting to suspect that the doctor had more screws loose in his head than I previously thought. But... Dr Mohammed insult Barbie? Unbelievable!
     The session of silence returned, and continued. A few people were shifting uncomfortably in their seats. Some were not moving so much as a muscle. Dr Mohammed had gone still as a stone sculpture and was gazing thru his misted glass into the distance. I could bet my CGPA he wasn't looking at anything in particular. Still, the silence continued

"AAAH, DJ ZEEZ, MA YIEN NI BANGA, MA YIEN NI BANGA!". The wailing ringtone of a china phone cut through the silence and shattered it. The class was startled. Dr Mohammed was jolted out of his reverie.
Samuel, a boy who could have a major case of spasm if he were to request a pen from a girl, could not seem to grasp the idea that the wailing phone was ringing around him.
When he saw Dr Mohammed advancing towards, he finally got the idea and in panic rummaged thru his bag for the wailing 'bastard': 'EVERYBODY SAY PISHAUN, PISHAUN, PISHAUN, SKUKI! "The phone is in ur trousers, u fool" bellowed Dr Mohammed, still advancing towards him. Samuel dipped his now shaking hands in his pocket and came up with the crap. Dr Mohammed was now in front of him. "Young man, stand up". Samuel stood. He was shaking so badly that his knees looked as if they would give way under him at any minute. "What did I say about phones in class". 'No sir', said Samuel in a quavering voice. "FOOL! I SAID WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT PHONES IN CLASS". 'You said to always put it in silence' Samuel managed to say. "And what is the meaning of all this racket". 'It's not a racket sir, it's a phone', Samuel replied foolishly. "Stupid ignoramus, I didn't mean a tennis racket, I meant the noise". "Listen" Dr Mohammed said menacingly, "if u don't shut that damn thing off, you 'll find yourself in a round box". Samuel was shaking so badly his fingers couldn't find the red button. The phone continued to declare skuki's intention to blast a banger on someone. Under the angry stare and the influence of his own uncontrollable fingers, Samuel dropped the phone and its part scattered everywhere. The phone, being metal, gave a sound similar to slamming china on tiles. "Collect the pieces and bring it to my office. You can say goodbye to it till the end of the semester".
       Just then, Dr mohammed became aware that the whole class was making a gesture to someone who had just entered the glass to get out. Dr Mohammed turned and rounded on the intruder. "Yes what I can I do for you". 'Nothing', replied the intruder. 'I only need ur permission to do something'.
A witty statement, typical of him. The intruder, Kevin Ibru was a 400L student aspiring for the LSS presidency and who thought himself charming. I would have found him charming if not for his habit of slipping irrelevant passages of Shakespeare into his campaign speeches. People didn't notice this because the chicks, blinded by the free-flowing manner of d words from his mouth and his good looks, would have been screaming. I also knew all of his campaign speeches contain nothing but who I am I to talk. "Yes, what did you want to do", the doctor asked Kevin, his voice stronger than normal. Kevin replied wit what he thought was a winning smile. 'I am going for the post of d Lss president and I want to make a speech'. "And what concrete plan do you have for the lss?".
Kevin was taken aback by this but he managed to recover himself. 'Ah...well...ah, I plan to beautify dat vacant square in front of d faculty.' "And?"
Kevin, who was accustomed to saying nothing but trash in his speeches, could not find anything more to say. He shifted uneasily on his feet and his hand traveled to the side of his forehead. "You mean your plan for the student body does not extend beyond d beautification of the faculty?" 'No sir...we ha... I have... "Shut your trap" the doctor said vehemently. "This is how you start. This is how leadership mediocrity starts. You start with incompetence, You rise with incompetence, and when you get to public positions you compound problems with your incompetence. The failure of people like you almost got my family killed".
      With that, the doctor stormed out of the classroom. The harassed Kevin followed suit almost immediately. I suspected he was in such a hurry to leave the class because he was ashamed to meet our eyes. I would have laughed out loud if not for the confusion I felt at Dr Mohammed's last statement.
"The failure of people like you almost got my family killed" What is the deal? Instead of the sighs of relief I expected to find, I found confusion on the faces of my classmates, much like mine..

SERIAL MURDERRANCES. Episode 2

There has been a great deal of SILENCE On here. We (I mean the whole team) sincerely apologize It is in our bid to serve y'all better! Hope You all enjoying this

SERIAL MURDERRANCE. Episode 2

............. There was a momentary pause in the conversation. The pounding of the brain was the ticking of the clock in clock in the realm of the mind. The mocking voice was the first to break the ice, "I can tell you of another way". "Which way is that?" asked the second voice. "Yahoo" the mocking voice said softly. "Sorry I didn't catch that". "Yahoo", repeated the mocking voice. "BULLSHIT" said the second voice vehemently,"TOTAL BULLSHIT". "Look I'm only trying to advise you because..." "I don't need your advice"
"That day when u curled up here crying because that boxed up guy with the sleek Honda stole ur girlfriend..... ","stop it" "...was pitiful and you've become seriously thin because u only eat only one and a half times a day"... " I said stop it"..."Plus I know that right now u hv less than 500 naira in your wallet and there is nothing in ur account..." 'STOP IT'..."u only have three shirts and all of them r pitifully old..." 'WILL.YOU.STOP.THAT!!­!' "so why go through all of these when u r not even sure of a decent job after graduation? That's why I'm advising u to try Yahoo"...'BULLSHIT'.­.."Try yahoo"...'BULLSHIT'. "yahoo is the way to go"... 'I SAID. B U L L S H I T!!!'.
The words came out of my mouth with strong force and I was jolted back to reality. I had been staring at Sagay's law of contract while the insane conversation went on in my brain. I must have bin staring for more than twenty minutes. It was 9:30pm and the hostel had become quiet. I caught my reflection in the mirror which hung on the wall next to which my bed lay. My eyes were red and my cheeks hollow, the partial cause of which is the twelve hours I spend in skul evry monday to friday. I had not taken off my white and black. I loosened my tie and used it to clean the beads of perspiration forming on my forehead. Before I took off my white and black, packed those damn textbooks from the bed and flung myself on my foam, I took one long look at the mirror and thought to myself, 'I'm going nuts'.


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SERIAL MURDERRANCES. Episode 1

Serial Murderrances (conversations with myself PT1)


        Hello, beautiful people! What's up? Hope we are good?
And of course, Ramadan Kareem to my muslim brothers and sisters!!!!.
So I heard we've got a new Vice Chancellor now. Hmmmmmm.. 'Oshey'! And we got 150 views in our last post(introduction). :O *eyes popping like segun arinze's on a normal day* woooow!!! *faints* Thank u all. :D.. We won't "fall your hand"!
        On to today's post.... *grabs mic* This is the first episode of the series (Serial Muderrances) by Gbenga 'Adonis' Ogundoye.. This episode is titled "Conversations with myself PT1"

ENJOY:

         I pushed the door open and stepped into my room feeling the chill of the bare floor on my feet. I instinctively reached for the switch, drawing my hand back as I realized there is no power, as usual. This is Nigeria, 2012. The lantern was in a corner. I groped through the darkness for it. The match sat beside it. It took two strikes for the tip of the match-stick to catch fire. The light in the lantern transformed from a weak bluish glow into strong red light and my room came into view.
A small room with a bare floor and no chairs, containing nothing interesting except for the incredibly small foam lying down on the cold floor. That is my bed. On the bed was a clutter of textbooks: Sagay's law of contract, Malemi's constitutional law in Nigeria, Asein's legal system in Nigeria all of which are voluminous numbering no less than 500 pages.
I stood with arms akimbo and regard the textbooks with an amused expression while voices talk in my head. The mocking voice said "you know you are really deceiving yourself thinking u have to get your head into these kinds of textbooks for five years before you can make it". The other voice said "can u tell me of a faster, easier way?". "Well", the mocking voice said, "I don't  know, but consider Justin bieber, he is only eighteen and he is worth 105 million dollars while u grovel here with nothing, and your age will tomorrow be......" "Another word from you and I will have you killed" said the second voice menacingly. "Kill me? You too dey watch film" laughed the mocking voice. Anyways, I go talk even if you no go hear. Look, find some solutions to your problems before your time runs out. Kids less than your age are controlling millions of dollars while you are still controlling units of naira, at your age! The second voice wasted no time in replying,"need I remind you that we are in Nigeria? How many kids my age have lots of money in Naija?" "Well I know two for certain", answered the mocking voice,"Wizkid and Davido". The second voice took a little time before speaking, "so do you want me to become like Wizkid? And not a respected lawyer? See, people like Wizkid do not have prestige in the higher society"... "But they have money" interjected the mocking voice. "Lawyers have prestige and they have......." the second voice began to say. "Please don't  say lawyers have money" interrupted the mocking voice, "because last time I checked, there are thousands of charge and bail lawyers out there, praying in their hole-in-the-wall offices for briefs that are not forthcoming. Hardly making enough money to justify the huge amounts spent on their legal education. That Justin Bieber kid can buy them ten times over", the mocking voice was rising with each word. "So do u suggest I start singing? "Yes". "But I don't have talent for singing". "Most of the dunces in the Nigeria music scene do not have talent either and they are making cool dough" .........................



Hmmmmm, folks,nice in it? But I'm sorry we can't go further than this,this week! So should tune in next week to the same blog, same time. *winks* ............

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