YorubaDemon:
In the heart of different cities in Nigeria, lies certain aggregation of houses known as ‘Face-Me-I-Face-You’. The life over there is on a whole-noda-level, I tell you.

So for those that had the ‘luxury’ of growing up in such quarters, these are some of the things they can understand perfectly:

1. The struggle to bathe every morning

With just one bathroom for 50+ people, I don’t need to explain the struggle.

konklud22:

lolz

sharp man

asuo27:
Instead of living in a "face-me-i-face-you" compound, rather live in isolation.

Beamborla:

Afi shimi

endowednicky:
Lol...the osufia own..all those Yoruba people them,their Ekun,Ekabo,eka,epele,Ekun this, Ekun that ..e nor dey finish o...
The number 10,asin eheen,especially when you tune to a Stv by 3pm or this imeotua cassette ..room go full like barracks

BUHARImyDOG:
please am i ftc?





meanwhile am still looking for my dog

endowednicky:
Lol...the osufia own..all those Yoruba people them,their Ekun,Ekabo,eka,epele,Ekun this, Ekun that ..e nor dey finish o...
The number 10,asin eheen,especially when you tune to a Stv by 3pm or this imeotua cassette ..room go full like barracks

Blackfire:
Sweet memories while growing up...

Good old days when we eat rice twice a year..

Egomah:
Looking back on those yesteryear , mehn! It was really crazy. From fetching water from the well downstairs , to stealing water. Abi when we use the bathroom without flushing, just check if anyone is out there , and escape. Or mama Eloh and mama kpomore going to my mom's put at night to view if we use meat cook soup. So many stories to tell. I remember those days when you are cooking soup, somebody else dey boil water wait for the soup, if you suji na to wait carry ur soup when it's cooked, cos they'll take some for the eba. If you still wait, in the end they'll beg you for the to eat there eba.
One new neighbor came and was cooking jolluf rice, only for someone else to delete have of the rice when she went in...she learned her lesson.
Omo ina( Igbo apprentice ) were the big boys then, if you have one as a bachelor, no hope for you to sleep with all those fine fine yellow sisters.
If you leave you sleepers on the passage, someone else will borrow it to go out, might bring it back, depends...I'm also guilty of that, and I am also guilty of stealing mama Chigozie's mineral bottles to sell for onigo , just to buy mama Sheri fried fish take drink garri. Abi na when we dey play gamble that year, I use my junior weac money to gamble. Family fighting was a weekly event.
Gossip was the order of the day, anyone who is not around will be the subject of discussion .
Back then everybody wants to be a footballer, we were so many in my compound that we play against the rest of our street. Number 13a imam memudu vs the rest of imam memudu street. We were 136 regular in oe compound. Or when we used to play yoruba and ibo.
Our suck away dey full every 3 months.
I thank God for my life now, almost everyone of us are doing big now, must of us are living out of that lifestyle, some of us are living abroad, have our own house.
The good thing about living and growing in a public house is, it makes you tougher and street smart.

Julietcutie:
lol

Egomah:
Looking back on those yesteryear , mehn! It was really crazy. From fetching water from the well downstairs , to stealing water. Abi when we use the bathroom without flushing, just check if anyone is out there , and escape. Or mama Eloh and mama kpomore going to my mom's put at night to view if we use meat cook soup. So many stories to tell. I remember those days when you are cooking soup, somebody else dey boil water wait for the soup, if you suji na to wait carry ur soup when it's cooked, cos they'll take some for the eba. If you still wait, in the end they'll beg you for the to eat there eba.
One new neighbor came and was cooking jolluf rice, only for someone else to delete have of the rice when she went in...she learned her lesson.
Omo ina( Igbo apprentice ) were the big boys then, if you have one as a bachelor, no hope for you to sleep with all those fine fine yellow sisters.
If you leave you sleepers on the passage, someone else will borrow it to go out, might bring it back, depends...I'm also guilty of that, and I am also guilty of stealing mama Chigozie's mineral bottles to sell for onigo , just to buy mama Sheri fried fish take drink garri. Abi na when we dey play gamble that year, I use my junior weac money to gamble. Family fighting was a weekly event.
Gossip was the order of the day, anyone who is not around will be the subject of discussion .
Back then everybody wants to be a footballer, we were so many in my compound that we play against the rest of our street. Number 13a imam memudu vs the rest of imam memudu street. We were 136 regular in oe compound. Or when we used to play yoruba and ibo.
Our suck away dey full every 3 months.
I thank God for my life now, almost everyone of us are doing big now, must of us are living out of that lifestyle, some of us are living abroad, have our own house.
The good thing about living and growing in a public house is, it makes you tougher and street smart.

Egomah:
Looking back on those yesteryear , mehn! It was really crazy. From fetching water from the well downstairs , to stealing water. Abi when we use the bathroom without flushing, just check if anyone is out there , and escape. Or mama Eloh and mama kpomore going to my mom's put at night to view if we use meat cook soup. So many stories to tell. I remember those days when you are cooking soup, somebody else dey boil water wait for the soup, if you suji na to wait carry ur soup when it's cooked, cos they'll take some for the eba. If you still wait, in the end they'll beg you for the to eat there eba.
One new neighbor came and was cooking jolluf rice, only for someone else to delete have of the rice when she went in...she learned her lesson.
Omo ina( Igbo apprentice ) were the big boys then, if you have one as a bachelor, no hope for you to sleep with all those fine fine yellow sisters.
If you leave you sleepers on the passage, someone else will borrow it to go out, might bring it back, depends...I'm also guilty of that, and I am also guilty of stealing mama Chigozie's mineral bottles to sell for onigo , just to buy mama Sheri fried fish take drink garri. Abi na when we dey play gamble that year, I use my junior weac money to gamble. Family fighting was a weekly event.
Gossip was the order of the day, anyone who is not around will be the subject of discussion .
Back then everybody wants to be a footballer, we were so many in my compound that we play against the rest of our street. Number 13a imam memudu vs the rest of imam memudu street. We were 136 regular in oe compound. Or when we used to play yoruba and ibo.
Our suck away dey full every 3 months.
I thank God for my life now, almost everyone of us are doing big now, must of us are living out of that lifestyle, some of us are living abroad, have our own house.
The good thing about living and growing in a public house is, it makes you tougher and street smart.

FILEBE:


Lol @ Imeotua. Hahahahahahah. I remember when that cassete dey reign. But O.p talk true. U still dey live there?

seunny4lif:

I tell ya, Yoruba fit kill person with Greetings
Ekun ojo, Ekun Ise, Ekun river , Ekun gbogbo
Everything get greeting

IamNawty:
dat greeting can go on and no and on till infinity.. Lmaooo esp wen greeting awon iya agba

Love Machine:
Where you dey live?

blazer234:


Hmmmm....Abimbola!

YorubaDemon:
6. After watching the Indian film – Teri Meherbaniyan, everyone in your compound will be like…


The dog name na Moti. Nostalgic

Especially that time the dog was crying by the graveside!

endowednicky:
lmbbo...person fall down..ekufall down..lol,person die..eku die..
.hain.eku kilode sef

Beamborla:

What I do

Haute:
Excuse me, what's that thing at your back? I'm confused.

blazer234:


You won a huge gift; that is what you do!!!

Beamborla:

Where is the gift?

blazer234:


What better gift can it be if not I Me and Myself?! accept your PM to find out more.

Beamborla:

In this era of insecurity?

I don't accept wrapped gifts...I love my gifts unwrapped