They are cropping up slowly but steadily but before long they would take the vacuum we would all create when web get jobs and start having real lives and real issues like erectile dysfunction and Kuli kuli breasts. This makes me sad because so far I am convinced these kids are all clueless idiots. And I say this as impersonally as possible. There are a lot of other groups and sub groups but these are the ones that came to mind. I hope I was somehow accurate as you would have realised this article is sort of incomplete and riddled with bias.
I wish my muslim brothers a happy eid. My first story in a long long time. This just me dropping a generic story for you guys. I hope I can maintain the standard I have come to set for myself over the years, as to whether my story is fictitious or not I will answer that Question at the end.
Its been almost a year since I last posted anything here. That means its been almost a year since I have actually sat down to do anything productive with my time.. The past year has been crazy and all in all extremely exciting for me, because I finally reached what I possibly can imagine to be the most important period in any mans life.
I would get to this later. So, I finally get a machine which I know would be simply awesome to fulfil my blogging requirements and needs. And secondly I get a lot of motivation. That is because I have given my blackberry the only useful task it is actually very very good at doing to accomplish.
Nevertheless I am readily available at dipolovesyou on twitter, and I would be glad to follow and talk to you guys on that platform about this blog. I am extremely glad I am coming back to revive this blog,and I mean it this time. I plan on releasing at least one post per week, meaning i would probably be releasing more, i also intend on starting a persistent story. I also realise stories directly relatable to the social media record a certain level of success in the virtual world,I also intend to try my hand at these.
Overcoming the initial inertia would be difficult, but with your help I can make it much more greater than before. Thank you so much, you guys.
Now I have to go and prepare an apology speech for my father after we had an argument relating to whether or not I am truly worth spending 50 naira on.
LOL I kid. Remember I said something about me reaching the most important part of any mans life? I would address that in the next post. A while back I tried to do something, I tried to write an entire post in 15 minutes and publish it all at once. Which I posted last week. From the two naira poetry which began the terrible hogwash of ineptitude to the incredibly badly told story it carried on its saddle, it truly was a marvel of monumental failure.
And I knew it. In hindsight I am truly sorry for putting anybody through such, and I promise it would never happen ever again. For about one week I tried to figure out that….. And believed the sun shone right out their assholes to spotlight the floor with rainbow colored strawberry cupcake silhouettes. Anyways regardless of my feelings towards said myth, I was still faced with the number one question. My own version Because this was self imposed. Or two I forget.
Until day before last. When I was faced with an epiphany. As my hands were on the waist of one of the most beautiful women I ever knew, and my words came out in a hushed whisper into her ears I realised the difference immediately. For at that moment the only thing…. There was no formula to the words I said, no pattern. Just ideas and thoughts coming out of my head in the best ways possible.
You can talk about anything, anyhow you want it. Anywhere you want it… And still make sense. There are many incredible writers out there, and most of them dont know it yet, and are just lost in the crowd.. Remember, A Blog is Nothing if you dont comment ;.. Follow dipolovesyou for updates on new posts Add on bbm 30d83a66 for updates on new posts Thank you signed: The uncool freshman.
I sat at the shoemakers cobblers,whatever shop, waiting for him to be done with the left leg of my sandals which had decided to come apart in the middle of the bus stop.
Yes ma I would take long to be home, ma…. I kind of smiled inwardly. Seemed Gruff guy had a mother who really loved him. Well what do you know……And then I began thinking of my mother. And How she still loves me notwithstanding all the nonsense I have eventually grown to become. Then I heard it.. And I saw him, A lone guy, sprinting for dear life, clad in the same uniform with mummys boy. But much more determined in his stride and where he was going. And faster too. He tore past mommys boy who looked at him wide eyed and then looked back, immensely confused.
Catch am!! Just like that. Secondary school boy! At this small age, you don dey steal, abi?? Hard, clean across his face.
Where is my Gold chain?? Where did you keep am? Instead they had stood him up and had started dragging him to the centre of the car park, by now a sizeable number of spectators had gathered around, I looked to my right, apparently the cobbler was no more beside me. You dis old man, shey na your agent be dis abi? Come here. HE was now begging for dear life.
Then the main show had begun. A wide circle had been given and another four guys had joined in handling the boy, amidst his pleas for forgiveness and mercy and how he was innocent they just kept tearing his clothes apart. Until he was stark naked. Only this time there were nails on the weapon and their major target was his head…. I will confess! I stole everything…. I put my hand on my forehead and closed my eyes. What the fuck is this?. Why was everybody enjoying this?
Well I knew the answer to that last question. I would burn just for reasonable doubt. As he was set ablaze amidst his savage screams for mercy I felt a tear fall from my left eye. And then my right. As his remains were smoldering and the police finally arrived and dispersed everybody i began walking back to the BRT bus stop. Then I heard a phone ringing beside me…faintly.
I looked at the floor and saw the beat up …. The same one that belonged to the late boy.. Years later I hear of the aluu killing and I see the sickening videos and the terrible pictures and how they still do not even begin to portray the horror of a public beating… Although I would commend the Government for arresting the majority of vigilantes and a traditional ruler?
His mother would probably never know he has been cremated alive. Making ANY action that would be needed to satisfy the image of our government in the public eye, irrelevant. But yet again I see the bollocks in it all.
Arresting a couple of people would not change anything, really. I personally believe The only situation that would warrant a form of vigilante or vigilante based justice is a one where an authorized means of disseminating justice is absent.
On the streets of Lagos. And no one would bat an eye. Oh,oh, They might just stand and watch. Something you should know.
A cancer is an abnormal growth that could fester on a number of places. Depending on which place it chooses it could either be malignant, or just idle. Skin tags are the most common form of a non-lethal form of Cancer. A Malignant Cancer however, has a growth cycle divided into 4 stages, the fourth one being the most alarming. This is where the cancer grows and spreads into a blood vessel, giving the cancerous cells the ability now fly happily through every part of your body that is fed by blood, and consequently camp and grow anywhere and at will.
This stage is impossible to control and usually ends up with the inevitable death of the patient, regardless of what you do.. This is usually where chemotherapy is applied. At this point one has become a protagonist in a very touching hollywood movie.
Stage 4 treatment has a very unimpressive success rate. The story. I could understand this. Never ever. I always instilled in her a healthy fear of my fathers right hand on both of our cheeks, if we were ever caught. But Not tonight. Tonight I was leaving the secondary school for good. My lips interlocked in hers, I reached upward with my right hand, Palms wide open. Then as I squeezed her left boob, I felt it…the lump. A tiny lump.
About the size of a table tennis egg. I squeezed again, amidst the moans for more, harder this time. Yes, there certainly was a lump. Could this be? She sat up.. I swallowed hard.. She looked around Cancer? She promised to show her parents that Night and left almost immediately, giving me a light kiss as she left. Boy did I dodge a bullet. For some weird reason I never heard from cynthia again for 3 years. Lagos days before I leave for school, and I hear cynthia is around.
We have been talking on BBM and have a hot date organized, I go over to her place. SMH: Shaking my head AMA: Ask me anything TBT: Throwback Thursday JK: Just kidding IMO: In my opinion YOLO: You only live once ROFL: Rolling on the floor laughing MCM: Mancrush Monday IKR: I know right? FYI: For your information BRB: Be right back GG: Good game IDC: I don't care NSFW: Not safe for work WCW: Womancrush Wednesday IRL: In real life.
BFF: Best friends forever OOTD: Outfit of the day FTW: For the win Txt: Text HMU: Hit me up HBD: Happy birthday TMI: Too much information NM: Not much NVM: Nevermind FBF: Flashback Friday FOMO: Fear of missing out OMW: On my way POTD: Photo of the day LMS: Like my status GTG: Got to go TTYL: Talk to you later I also went through my twitter followers list and realised the proportion of their following : followers is not just right. You see, twitter is the best social networking site to make a topic, service, product, blog post or news go viral.
Well, if your twitter followers count is high as a result of you being a twitter celeb, consequently, my traffic rises each time you share my blogposts which happens to be a win-win situation for you and I. Nevertheless, this post would ultimately teach you how to boost your twitter career. Political Twitter : This group consists of elites.
A lot of them treat their twitter like the morning paper. They sit on their toilet seat and tweet on how Nigeria should be run. They have a hot temper and express it by tweeting in caps lock. They all have one thing in common which is a strong crush on President Goodluck Ebele Jonathan.
Political twitter is not for flippant people. Vacancy is open to obstinate and argumentative persons. If you have intentions of joining, you would have to show some high level of commitment like striving to memorise each and every word spoken on NTA news. The binding characteristic of this category is, they rarely follow back. A tbh member is guilty of at least one of the following — They are notorious for being online bullies. Eg My bucal cavity is prickling me. I am not categorized, hehehe, by the way happy weekend on thursday?
There is God o! NSG, my wife that hasn't been yet Just discovered this blog and I'm never letting go. Spent the last four hrs reading All ur posts.
I want more! LOL I think you're channeling village parrot today. Oh and bloggers Twitter too! Motivational twitter are part of political twitter. Marriage and motivational speaker? You just subbed yourself right? I should be in the TBH section. Just found your blog via naijawifediary and your blog is giving me life haha.
You are so right girl God bless whoever drop the link to this blog.
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