A friend set this piece to me and i think it worth sharing.

A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town.

From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family.

The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family.

In my young mind, he had a special niche.

My parents were complementary instructors:

Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey.

But the stranger... he was our storyteller.

He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future!

He took my family to the first major league ball game.

He made me laugh, and he made me cry.

The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind.

Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet.

(I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them.

Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home - not from us, our friends or any visitors.

Our long time visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.

My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis.

He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished.

He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex.

His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing..

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger.

Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked ... And NEVER asked to leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family.

He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first.

Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.




His name?....

We just call him 'TV.


(Note: This should be required reading for every household!)

He has a wife now....we call her 'Computer.'

Their first child is "Cell Phone."

Second child "I Pod.”

And MOST RECENTLY BORN WAS a Grandchild: “IPAD.”

OH MY----HOW TRUE THIS IS!!!

The scary part is how fertile they are and the gestation period for the next
intrusions are getting shorter and shorter!!!

wow, so nice. I was just rushing the write up to know who the stranger was

wow, so nice. I was just rushing the write up to know who the stranger was.

Nice write up

Wanted to know who this visitor is

I think there are two grand children, I pad and Blackberry.

Lol!

My oh my, it is indeed a visitor, its already in our own family too, doing everything you claim he did and is doing in your family, and i dont think its going to leave any soon.
I love the write-up, the suspence makes sense, at a certain stage, i was thinking the visitor is LOVE;, but alas! Its this........its indeed a visitor.

Nice one. This visitor stays in my house as well. How do I chase him out ASAP?

oluplus: Nice one. This visitor stays in my house as well. How do I chase him out ASAP?

and why do you want to chase the visitor away?

oluplus: Nice one. This visitor stays in my house as well. How do I chase him out ASAP?

You don't need to chase him away ....all you can do is limit when it talks...what it says....and to who it talks to!!!
He is a necessary visitor. You need!!
Gone are those days when the moonlight was our best friend. With Iya Olori being the one & only visitor.....may God rest her soul.
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Iru kaun s'owon lawujo okuta!!

greatgod2012:


and why do you want to chase the visitor away?

just kidding @baba oyo, why am I finding this particular proverb difficult to break down unlike others? You wan to shed more light?

Nice write up you could have seen the smile on my face when i got to the T.V part. Honestly i thought the stranger was a man who lived with you guys and took over your mum from your father.
By the way Seun can you add more smileys to the text box please, i cant seem to find the right one to express myself now. For instance I want to send a hug to someone dear to me on nairaland and there is no such smiley available.

oluplus: just kidding @baba oyo, why am I finding this particular proverb difficult to break down unlike others? You wan to shed more light?

Lolllz...."kaun" is the yoruba name for Potash!!
So literally it means "alum is very rare among stones"
That means to have another one like my dear Iya Olori(queen mother) wl be a heculian task!!!
Understand now? Cheers!

Baba Oyo:
Lolllz...."kaun" is the yoruba name for alum!!
So literally it means "alum is very rare among stones"
That means to have another one like my dear Iya Olori(queen mother) wl be a heculian task!!!
Understand now? Cheers!

"kaun" is potash, pls, not alum.
Thanks.

greatgod2012:

"kaun" is potash, pls, not alum.
Thanks.

Noted & Corrected !! Thanx

Baba Oyo:
Lolllz...."kaun" is the yoruba name for Potash!!
So literally it means "alum is very rare among stones"
That means to have another one like my dear Iya Olori(queen mother) wl be a heculian task!!!
Understand now? Cheers!

Got it. Thanks