Hey guys, how are you doing!

Am here to share My Encounter With A BlackBerry Runs Girl..


*stay cool & have fun as u listen



yaaga..




It is I:=>

Tunde Euro a.k,a Black muller thugger..

@tosyne2much
i see u

I don dey here


Na dis kind thread dem dey always find me. Abeg who dey sell popcorn for here?



Omotayo123, where art thou ?

Teeboy22:
@tosyne2much
i see u

You sef quick the tory na.. No come dey put us in suspense nah

Midehi2 abeg bring ekasera when coming..

tosyne2much:
I don dey here


Na dis kind thread dem dey always find me. Abeg who dey sell popcorn for here?



Omotayo123, where art thou ?

ashawo nigga

haha

What’s your BB pin?”, she asked conceitedly,
raising her BlackBerry screen-glazed eyes. Her
fake Yankee accent was drowned by rancorous
voices and the din of the heavy metal music
blaring from the Hi-fi speakers of the high-end
nightclub in the heart of Victoria Island, Lagos.

Even when she was just sitting across the table as
we both share a drink, I could barely hear her.
Just as I could not make any sense out of our
conversation in the entire time we spent together
that evening.

To add to my misery even now as I reflect on my
experience that night, it is difficult to tell if my
inability to understand my young female guest
was due to her contrived foreign accent or the
frequent interruptions from her “pinging” and the
instant messages that kept coming into her BlackBerry phone.




*brb*

wanna have some refreshment!

*grabs a seat at the front roll. Following

Her obsessive romance with her phone, which
repeatedly came in the way of our acquaintance,
can be likened to having a conversation with the
deaf. So, I had proceeded to ignore this new
question; one of the many she had asked, while
she took intermittent pauses, with the usual vacant look, from her dialogue with her imaginary
phone character, intent on ruining my evening. I
was going to treat her new enquiry like a
rhetorical question; but leaning close to me, she
asked the question again, insisting on an answer.
Her persistent question about my BlackBerry status threw me off balance for a moment. But when I recovered, my response was quick
and brusque, “I don’t use a BlackBerry” Her
reaction was immediate. The shock in her eyes
was unmistakable. Her unspoken expression was;
how would you not have a BlackBerry in this age
and time? Then, she seemed to switch off completely. Her expression became distant. From
that moment, each time we manage to find to
something to talk about, she would look past me,
as if addressing a phantom.

*brb*

I was amused by it all. I had met the restless 20-something university
belle some hours earlier in the company of my
young cousin. And because it was a Friday night,
we all ended up in one of those nightclubs on
Victoria Island where you will have to spend some
nervous moments scrutinising the menu. I was immediately struck by my female guest
almost compulsive attraction to her BlackBerry
phone. All through our conversation that night,
she stayed glued to it. Her fingers tapped furiously
at the tiny buttons on the keypad. She was a sight
to behold. Her addiction, her obsession, became a spectacle. As she tapped frantically on the tiny
keypads, she would pause occasionally, a frown
appearing on her brow. At another time, she
would laugh out hysterically, rocking back and
forth on the chair with a loud yell. People turned to
look. She hardly noticed, or did not care. When the waiter appeared to take our order, she was not
listening. She was completely oblivious of the
happenings around her. As soon as she realised I
was not a BlackBerry phone user, our
conversation seemed to freeze out. I became
another statistic, another face in the crowd.....

**


wanna sleep..b.r.b

Teeboy22:
What’s your BB pin?”, she asked conceitedly,
raising her BlackBerry screen-glazed eyes. Her
fake Yankee accent was drowned by rancorous
voices and the din of the heavy metal music
blaring from the Hi-fi speakers of the high-end
nightclub in the heart of Victoria Island, Lagos.

Even when she was just sitting across the table as
we both share a drink, I could barely hear her.
Just as I could not make any sense out of our
conversation in the entire time we spent together
that evening.

To add to my misery even now as I reflect on my
experience that night, it is difficult to tell if my
inability to understand my young female guest
was due to her contrived foreign accent or the
frequent interruptions from her “pinging” and the
instant messages that kept coming into her BlackBerry phone.




*brb*

wanna have some refreshment!

Wtf is dat. Kwale weed? I need some pleaseeeeee! to follow up d story

9jaboi8701:

Wtf is dat. Kwale weed? I need some pleaseeeeee! to follow up d story

smiles...u get ur lighter there..lol

Good morning guys
how was your night!

peeparty:
Midehi2 abeg bring ekasera when coming..

ok dear

But I had it coming. Long after the BlackBerry phone made its classy
foray into the telephone consciousness of the
upwardly mobile, I had been indifferent to its
ability to quickly transform one’s status symbol; or
doesn’t it? I have never taken myself seriously. For
example, many years after Nokia 3310 became embarrassingly outdated, I had carried mine with
pomp. Recently, I walked into one of the mobile
telephone shops, just as I had done in the last few
years, and each time, I had come out with my
wallet intact. I have never been able to justify the
reason why I should spend so much money on
any hand-held device. Despite the craze that followed the introduction of the BlackBerry and
the iPhones, androids and iPads of this world, I
have always considered them as passing fads for
those who find them as status symbols.

Fantazia , where art thou and thine runs girls... wives?

Smh

Make I Grab front seat.. OP Abeg share the Pop corn and Zobo

Teeboy22:


smiles...u get ur lighter there..lol

lighter ain't prob bruh, I goh burning firewood wid me ryt here... d prob nw na rizla

Following bumper to bumper with tosyntomuch car in my front!

I beg increase d speed a bit

cuvox:
Fantazia , where art thou and thine runs girls... wives?

lmao im a priest o

For example, a majority of young Nigerians who
carry these phones around hardly maximise the
use of the features that come with them. But I
guess it is fashionable to be seen with the most
expensive phone in town. What, for example, are
the unique features of a BB, aside from instant messaging, that make them a-must-have other
than the status symbol that goes with logging it
around? Okay, maybe it is useful for folks who have loads
of emails to answer per second. Otherwise, what is
the point of a young person barely 17, paying
monthly surcharges just for chatting, tweeting and
Facebooking? Or does it have to do with the good
feeling of owning a BB? Ok, you may say it’s cool to tweet, Facebook and ping at the same time. But
what makes them desirable apart from these
features? Are there no other phones performing
the same functions?

My grouse with these new mobile phones is the
frequency at which new models of the same
phone are released into the mobile telephone
market by the manufacturers. As soon as you buy
a new phone, at the blink of an eye, another
newer model with supposedly superior features is released into the market. In less than a month,
your new phone suddenly becomes the older
version of the new one. And the cycle continues.
What phone fashionistas fail to realise is that
although the new model may appear sleekier than
the ones they have, in reality, the manufacturers have only added a feature or two to make them
the new model of the old one.