continues


MY MADNESS FOR YOU.
Tears beneath my eyes
Only u can make them flow
In my heart so many sighs
As much as u wish to know
Some say I’m infected
Perhaps I’m under a spell
Others say my brain cells are dead
And burning in hell.
Oh lord I pray everyday
If what I feel for u is d meaning of madness
May the scientists never find a cure I pray
For as long as its my happiness
Your love stupors me into intoxication.
Although never did I taste champagne
For this infection u are d only injection
For at ur every thought I go insane.


I sent the poem to her through text message; although I had initially planned to recite it to her but her number didn’t go through and I was low an airtime as well. I reminisced the events of the day, a part of me told me something was wrong somewhere beyond my knowledge. The other part of me which was more aggressive in its argument posited I was fine and reminded that if love is not madness, it is not love at all.
I was still trying to give a verdict on the arguments of the two inner speakers when nature passed its own verdict and sentenced me to dreamland.

I was woken up the next morning by deafening voices of jubilant students. The only reasonable words I could decipher from their voices were ‘we must go’. I was curious about where they wanted to go so badly as to wake others from their sleep. I rose from my bed to discover it wasn’t early after all. But then I wondered why Mt didn’t come over to wake me up for lectures. In my curiousity I ran downstairs to inquire the reason for the jubilations, and all I got as a reply was ‘ASUU STRIKE’
It was at that point in time it dawned on me that the rumour which had been circulating among students for week has finally come to pass. I rushed to Mt’s room, where I found him among many other students who were in the room playing video games- their own way of celebrating the industrial action. I inquired no further about the news but joined them in the celebration, although I may not pass for a totally unserious student, but the happiness which the news brought to my heart was inestimable. This was probably due to ‘brokedom’ and hunger!!!

to be continued soon

Dis story don dey long , mashey bai now...

Mr Wasak you've finally turned me to a follower of your Episode of ur "Funke series"

Bross, I'm beginning to prefer ur story to Nollywood sef!
Keep it up mahn!

-MikeSAJ

wasak.....hmmmn alll i can say is welldon...rily speechless

Mr wasak, you didnt tell us what was in. the text she sent you that made you bump ur head on the stairway

MIB 2: Mr wasak, you didnt tell us what was in. the text she sent you that made you bump ur head on the stairway

bro I did! 'I'll always be there for u, love u Goodnight ' Thanks for following!

#babysmart:
wasak.....hmmmn alll i can say is welldon...rily speechless

Thanks dear! hope u aren't angry @ my irregular updates!

mikesaj: Mr Wasak you've finally turned me to a follower of your Episode of ur "Funke series"

Bross, I'm beginning to prefer ur story to Nollywood sef!
Keep it up mahn!

-MikeSAJ

i must confess I'm flattered, nevertheless I appreciate ur comment Thanks for reading.

hammed royabat: Dis story don dey long , mashey bai now...

igba wo lode to fe malo ma shey bayi nao...

Wasak....! Wa gbayi...!! Thumbs up!!!

190-the-clown:
abeg my people make UNA comment!!

Una nor see say the guy dey beg!

Dis got me laffin na by force to comment? Any way ur stori is interestin more grease for ya elbow

Wasak, upload now or else......

adefunke_62: but seriously, na wic kind funke b dt na? Thank God say m diff, weldone o @ wasak, I dey follow follow u, bt love dey craze o! Haba, I rest my case

y al funke's 2 dey get wiked luv lyk dis naw?

wasak:
igba wo lode to fe malo ma shey bayi nao...

a n ba e so n sin , o n fori lale... Time no dey... I dey feel u sha...

Lolz u are still on dis

I coment my reserv until d end of d story.bur u can add lil of funy stuffs 2....

Oh dear am wit you all the way

Mennnnnn dis story jxt made my day I luv d story line nd evry tin#natural smetin#am redi 2 b ur mugu ur personal maga 4 life*singin in sultan's voice

@wasak...am angry o....pls update fast fast na person fone i dey use follow dis thread

#babysmart:
@wasak...am angry o....pls update fast fast na person fone i dey use follow dis thread

lolz... No wori i go buy fone for u

#babysmart:
@wasak...am angry o....pls update fast fast na person fone i dey use follow dis thread

u go help me beg phcn o.! for over 1 month dem give us light for just 7 hours!

contnues


That morning I received a call from my mum and she complained about me not calling her. Since my dad had set a rule that I mustn’t lay any complain about my finance or whatsoever at school to my mum, I limited my contact with her in order not to invoke the wrath of a soldier man. But that morning I broke the rule, I told her of my hand to mouth situation at school, which made me unable to afford card and in extension, my inability to call her. I clearly omitted the ASUU STRIKE development during my conversation with her for reasons best known to me.


The by-product our conversation that morning was a voice filled with worry due to my complaints. I was happy, not because my sweet mother was worried, but I knew her worry would produce something positive. My anticipation wasn’t in vain unlike the labour of our 'heroes past' that is now in vain. About an hour later when the message tone of my phone rang, I didn’t bother to check the message. In its stead, I raced majestically to the ATM arena just opposite my faculty to see what sweet mother had for me. 3000 naira wasn’t bad after all for a housewife who survived on monthly ‘soup money’.

I withdrew 2k out of the 3k and recharged my line with the remaining 1k. I called my mum to appreciate her message whereupon she asked me to keep it from my dad ‘as usual’. When I got to my room, I met my roommates packing their belongings in preparation for the ‘vacation’, and within 30 minutes, I was the only one left in the room. This afforded me the freedom to call my darling Funke right there in the room unlike when I had to go creep to the bush or sports centre to make calls.
By noon on after eating and taking my bath, I retired to my bed and the call began. She received my call at the other end of the phone with a harsh voice of ‘is this when you are supposed to call’ and as usual I went on my knees, no thanks to the absence of my roommates, and pleaded her pardon as I responded to her query. I acknowledged her message which I got the previous day; I playfully asked whether she truly meant the contents of her message whereupon she replied ‘I don’t know’.

Her reply somewhat hurt me, but I skillfully covered my change of emotion and diverted the topic to the poem I sent her. She requested I recite it to her hearing and much to my delight. I activated my sweet voice and acceded to her request (I have a fairly good voice o). She kept repeating ‘hmmn’ all through the recitation, and at the end I got an ‘okay’ in place of ‘thank you sweetheart’ which I was expecting. Nevertheless I took solace in the fact that I was happy just hearing her voice, be it insult or indifference.
The call went on and on for over an hour touching different topics. What was there to bother about airtime when the heart was joyful? At a point in time she asked why I despised eating noodles and, I told her it I had never eaten it all my life and didn’t plan to in the farthest future.
‘Will u do me a favour’ she asked
‘Anything for you dearest’ I replied in anxiety.
‘Okay, thank you. I want u to go and cook indomie now and eat it, call me when you are through bye’
‘But u know that’s not possible’ I said in protest.
‘Remember u promised to do anything for ur love'

to be contnued soon

Wasak, wallahi, this your Funke don dey vex me.
As in ...





I dey harsh, no ϐε small

maishot: Wasak, wallahi, this your Funke don dey vex me.
As in ...





I dey harsh, no ϐε small

even If she fine pass beauty. WETIN SHE DEY YARN?

"Will u do me a favour" when a gurl sais dis!! Jst knw sai na gobe won apen and sai no b4 she continues

Ur story has reached its climax jor, you mite jst bgin 2 lose followers wit dis ur fabricated suspence o...cuz you seem more like a smart guy dan dis...except dis happened some 10yrs ago...

Wasak, Wasak, Wasak!!! Be very careful oooo, una wan kill me with this your more than intresting story. Without fear or favour, I hereby sentence you to continue with your nice job, you are too gbasky!
Keep it rolling bro.

Truthfully i con dey pity wasak.funke use like tissue con throway u

lwkmdead...its quite obvious MADAM FUNKE kinda toyed with you.

am rily laffin in korean......dis funke mst b an interestin human bein

Omo I just dey laff

#babysmart:
am rily laffin in korean......dis funke mst b an interestin human bein

, i tire o, my sister, infact I rename ds story to b 'love in d begining', cos even my 14yr old brother must nt luv lyk ds. Anyways oga Wasak, I comment my reserve, ride on