So, it happens that I’m so in love with my fellow Nigerians and their funny ways, God knows! LOL. Have you ever been to a Nigerian party or owanbe as it is widely called before? If yes, you would have experienced some funny struggles and hustle for food at some, especially the ones that the caterers/servers are literally angry with all the guests and refuse to serve people or those ones that are planning to loot all the party goodies thereby restraining the proper circulation of food.

1. When you get a call from your friend informing you that there is a party to attend

Ooshey! Your head is there!

2. When you first get to the party acting all posh, cool, calm and collected

We are the VIP people, put some respek on it plix

3. Then you see the hosts whispering to one another

What are these ones saying laidis? Don’t coman tell me that meat has finished o!

4. And then, you start taking selfies and posting updates about the party

I cannot coman go and die

5. After two hours of looking, FOOD hasn’t reached your side yet…

Don’t mess with us, we bought the complete aso-ebi including shoes and bags

6. Then a party beggar approaches you (Aunty, please epp me).

Ifa slap you, you go evaporate! A hungry man is an angry man, my fren!

7. Then you see the people on the next table eating happily

I do not understand this oh, are we not human beings too?

8. Then your situation gets out of hands, first-class hunger catches you

Bhet what is my offence God?! Kuku kill me na! This suffering is too much!

9. Then you see a server/waiter staring at you across the table

Heeyyzz! Mr. Man, eez like you wish to be unfortunate in life abi? Are you suffering from night-blindness? Can’t you manage toh see this barren table?

10. Then you can no longer take the torture again and you start a solidarity movement.

Some people are suffering in this parry! There’s corruption everywhere in Nigeria even in Owanbes! This is barbarism and nepotism of the highest order! We can no longer take it!

11. Then all of a sudden, God came to the rescue!

And you never h’expererit! Chisos is Lor! The Lor is gooood! The food is here!

12. Then you start eating away your life. (Bhet why, Uncle?)

I was hungry three times na!

13. And the energy came from above! Divine energy for dancing!

I must collect prize for best dancer

14. We now call on Mrs. Somebody to give us the closing prayer and…

Party eyaf finish. Lemme carry my bag and go, call me next time

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Hhahahahahhah, very true Op. I remember changing position thrice, but still wallahi de food no get to me. Na cry e remain wey I no cry dat day

I can relate with all cos it reminds me of d day I went to Mummy Soji party(uninvited tho), I was closed to tears due to1st grade hunger b4 one skinny & ugly looking lady finally brought d bottom part of d jollof rice to d table I sat...

I didn't even mind her look and mood, I simply devour d rice and wrap d "boney" meat in a satchet water nylon, then put it in my bag and left for home......Meanwhile d mumu that I followed ate her fill and took much food home, she even dance with d celebrants and took some money home.

nice one opp.

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