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Chronicles Of An African 'pikin' by Bhenehdikt(m): 10:26pm On Feb 04, 2015 |
For the past few weeks now, I've had cause to feel weak and its really telling on me. I couldn't even differentiate between Victor (who was smiling like a carrot because he was impressing a fresher) and one of the electric poles outside the common room. If I had not heard his voice, I would have walked right past him. May God help me. But then, brethren, I tell you the truth: Fear old women and keep your distance from them. Do not be deceived by their frailty. Those peeps are about the strongest persons in the world. Has an old woman ever held you by your belt? It would take the grace of God to pry her fingers from your belt. That was how one bus conductor got himself into an argument with a woman who looked as if she was going to break the next minute. The bone of contention? Just 10naira which the conductor was supposed to give to her. Men and brethren, the woman didnt argue much. She just grabbed the guy's belt and held him without saying anything. The conductor couldnt hit her because she was old neither could he release himself from her grip. Hehehehe. A well built man could not remove an old woman's hand from his belt. What would I have done? Thank God the other passengers prevailed and finally, the woman opened her palms and let go. As I walked away from the scene of this 'kasala', I decided to always fear old people. Its wisdom. And so the rest of my day went very well. I took my time to rest well because I knew I we had no class. As I sat discussing with some persons outside, one of them suddenly said, "not all that jitters is cold." Ehn ehn? I just walked inside the room to rest. The worms in my stomach needed no more provocation. Even at that, the incessant laughter of one sister stopped me from resting. I had to get up and snatch her phone from her. Then I saw why she was shining her teeth. One guy was chatting with her and he sent, "ARE YOU MARRIAGE?" What?! I simply helped her reply, "No, I am wedding." Mtcheew. Please, some guys should stop falling our hands. Amen? As my day drew to an end, I I decided to join one fellowship in praying for the new semester. Everyone needs prayers, you know. That was how they invited an Ibo sister to come lead us in worship. This was someone who liked to form British accent oh. In fact, I have personal beef for her. And so she led us in 'warchip' whilst murdering her own native songs. She was like: "Email, email her. Email her, Jehovah mail her. Ayinekele gymnastic email her, email her. Jehovah mail her." There and then, I made up my mind never to sing that song again. Goodnight. **alights from bus, adjusts shoe lace and begins trekking towards house.** culled |
Re: Chronicles Of An African 'pikin' by Macknuel(m): 1:03am On Mar 13, 2015 |
Could you please stop copying my stories off of my page without proper attribution? I really would appreciate it. Thank you. |
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