To our pple in d diaspora, my mum ll record voice messages into an audio cassette player(both on the right and left side). Send it via anyone comin home from abroad! They did same and sent it down to her in Nigeria. Mhen, sounds kinda wierd now tho! Lol

Then I have to trek for 15 minutes to my babes place then hang around till whenever she is ready to wash dishes under the mango tree right in front of her house ......so funny I do all these just to see her face,sometimes we end up not saying a word to each other after the long wait but the smiles alone is worth it . Love has meaning then cos everyday was an adventure....on market days she writes me a love letter which I have to pick up at a specified spot along the tiny bush part. I remember smiling down the tiny push path on a valentine's day to pick up my letter all of a sudden this wicked hen with chicks chased me back home. That fowl injure me sha

'U mean if so doxology' era?

Seewealth: things have really changed. even the internet, i remember i paid somebody to open email address for me. he charged me about N100, i think. chaii.. i fall mugu

do u think it is easy to open emails

colly227: Then I have to trek for 15 minutes to my babes place then hang around till whenever she is ready to wash dishes under the mango tree right in front of her house ......so funny I do all these just to see her face,sometimes we end up not saying a word to each other after the long wait but the smiles alone is worth it . Love has meaning then cos everyday was an adventure....on market days she writes me a love letter which I have to pick up at a specified spot along the tiny bush part. I remember smiling down the tiny push path on a valentine's day to pick up my letter all of a sudden this wicked hen with chicks chased me back home. That fowl injure me sha

Bros, u no talk wetin u do, how chicken go dey pursue u??lolzzz

Nosyke:

Bros, u no talk wetin u do, how chicken go dey pursue u??lolzzz

E be like say you never see wicked village fowl wey go follow you do 100metres lol

In those days, if you report a problem to NITEL, it will take 4ever to come and fixed it, even if they come, u will have to be the one to carry their ladder about apart 4rm the bribe they collect. but now, if you are not certisfied with a network u jst remove the sim and throw without any shege.

Seewealth: Some times i like thinking about the period when there was no GSM. i cannot help but laugh about the various ways i communicated to reach family and friends. i was in Imo then and always looked forward to hear that somebody came back from Lagos so that he would take my letters to lagos. that is if i dont want to use post office. that is funny now cos from your phone you can just send text. wao. thank God for this new era. share yours pls.

and some idiat dey yab my obj

fittty: Is this supposed to be here?

Yes. It is. It's a free world remember.

delors: I remember when I was at schol then - secondary school and all man don broke die and mumsy never show up for visiting, I would compose a very long letter and send it to my mum in Lagos from Ibadan through the post office...I swear, after 3 months, na me dey always receive the letter for house because school self go don go on vacation...na wah o...I just wonder how I survived then...God noni anyway.

Lmaoooooooo!

Lool..back in d days when we use d word 'Ditto' nd also kiss d surface of every love letter wid heavy red lipstick...

delors: I remember when I was at schol then - secondary school and all man don broke die and mumsy never show up for visiting, I would compose a very long letter and send it to my mum in Lagos from Ibadan through the post office...I swear, after 3 months, na me dey always receive the letter for house because school self go don go on vacation...na wah o...I just wonder how I survived then...God noni anyway.

Hope nobi GCI chairman?? I remember we have to trek from apata to odo-ona to make call at Nitel phone boot with empty stomach just to inform them at home that money have been exhuasted and all you get in return as pocket money was 300 naira for the remain term... Hell sufferness

Seewealth: things have really changed. even the internet, i remember i paid somebody to open email address for me. he charged me about N100, i think. chaii.. i fall mugu

So funny, you paid 100 naira just to get email address... Makes me wonder where on earth are you when I open my first email address way back in 1998... Onebox and toast.com and co... Am sure yahoo boys are still running in pants...

Snail mail + Nitel payphones (landline). Those days sucked bigtime. But thank Gid for the GSM revolution.

whenever you visit friends or family and no one is at home,there is always a small visitors notepad and pen for you to drop a note,

Really really funny, I can’t stop laughing here, I just remembered what we use to do when our Dad padlock the box due to exorbitant cost incurred.
I also heard that, they are selling the phone now and is hot cake; does anyone have idea on who’s buying them? I think is till have one in our old house.
Pls mail jiboyo11@gmail.com or call me 08186099992.
Thanks

owning an email address was like owning a range rover sport now.

[quote author=Seewealth]things have really changed. even the internet, i remember i paid somebody to open email address for me. he charged me about N100, i think. chaii.. i fall mugu[/quote
LMAO.. Even me o.that was far back 1999

Love letters et all was kinda d best ways Ooº°Ú Ú°ºoo..if u know what I mean

OkikiOluwa1:
I use post office & Nitel land lines.
I remembered this Ijebu woman (Màmá Àjà Kejì) that was living in our family house back in the early 90s. She short, fat with big breastt & yansh. Na provisions she dey sell o but her market na imported & too dey expensive. That's why we gave her the nickname 'Mama Imported'. She ll rush down to our apartment to receive calls from her daughter who lives in USA. Atimes she dey receive calls for 1-2hrs. The woman enjoyed our landline phone no be small. When she wan komot, na so she go dey roll bom-bom dey twist give my grandpa signal. Even @ 50something years back then. Heard my grandpa later taught her some bedmatics from the amebos in our street. Eg, Mama Sunday eléwa (beans seller). That woman ehn, her akropo too much. She can use her mouth to destroy a marriage in two weeks.
Exit thread.

…..