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|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Succette: 1:37pm On Mar 10, 2018|
This is really getting boring..
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Damibiz(m): 5:35pm On Mar 10, 2018|
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by gh0sts: 8:21pm On Mar 10, 2018|
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by harjibolar10(m): 8:33pm On Mar 10, 2018|
Just keep the update coming as e hot
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Adesina12: 10:06pm On Mar 10, 2018|
BiadeFolar:Wetin concern you? Elenugboro
If you have a say face your business and stop policing my comment
After all it wasn't directed at you! So what is your headache?
Unfortunately you're from Ede in my state....why you?
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by BiadeFolar(m): 10:57pm On Mar 10, 2018|
Shooo, someone cannot be jealous in peace again o!
Yu no direct am at me but e concern cuz nah gh0sts who happens to be the flesh of my bone nah she you direct am at.
We Ede men, we no dey take our women joke.
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by oyinella(f): 11:09am On Mar 11, 2018|
Nice story wenem @ ghOst
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by dimssy(m): 7:14pm On Mar 12, 2018|
Ghost ehn....you dey try ooo.
Some of us can't wait for pop menh.
This NYSC thing is *awesome*.
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by badohemmy(m): 8:14pm On Mar 12, 2018|
Still as funny as ever. Good job.
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Damibiz(m): 12:40am On Mar 13, 2018|
Badoh no tire....i see u
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Nobody: 8:01am On Mar 13, 2018|
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by josephekene98: 4:36pm On Mar 13, 2018|
Pls ooh ghost, we ur readers are keenly waiting for ur mind-blowing update[color=#770077][/color]
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by gh0sts: 8:40pm On Mar 13, 2018|
On Sunday I contemplated a million times about quitting this story.
Well for one, there's no way that a person who's been in Langtang with me as a corper, or maybe just close to me won't know it's me. Any average smart person could put two and two together. And that happened last week. I wonder how many people here might be reading this and how many knows it's me. I was at Lanle's place with both Dan and Leks. One thing is that I always write better when I'm angry or sad or depressed. And I was pissed at both Dan and Leks that hot afternoon for making me walk aimlessly under the scorching sun. When I got back I was fussing in anger, and I picked up my phone to write a little. After a lot of appeasing, I relaxed a little. By then I was done with my write up, and just when I was about to post it, Leks saw it. And even told Dan I was posting something online. I ignored him and even when he asked to read it, I just plainly told him it was supposed to be an anonymous stuff and therefore he could not read it.
I should have known that he wouldn't let it go. I mean this was someone that always complained about how secretive I was. Always asking personal questions and all.
It clicked later... I suspected. And I asked to check something on his phone. Dude hid his phone immediately like he was a cheating husband. That finally confirmed my fear. I knew immediately that I had fu*ked up...' I don cast '. Damn!! He wouldn't open his phone for me. There was no need to argue with him. I knew I was gonna find out eventually.
Two days later, I went to Dan's place. He was there. We talked for a while and then I asked to browse with his phone, since my battery was nearly dead. He didn't think of it when he gave me. I immediately went through his opened apps and there it was on goggle chrome. He was on the last page. He had read everything. I immediately asked to leave. I needed to think about my next move. I hate making decisions when I'm pissed. I rushed to see Lanle at her place of work...she somehow manages to always calm me down. Mostly with her gist, she always has stories sha. Then I messaged him on WhatsApp. I asked first if he was enjoying the story he was reading? He feigned ignorance, telling me he didn't know what I was talking about. I quickly told him that ' he could try to pretend as much as he likes, but he should not let someone else read it. Not even Dan '...that did nothing, as he kept insisting that there was nothing on his phone. The continued denial started pissing me off again...it was not like I'd slap him so I couldn't understand his denial na.
That entire week continued with him telling me that there was nothing at all on his phone. And that he wasn't reading any story.
By Sunday, I was going to put it behind me. We were friends, I thought shit like this shouldn't make us fight. We were talking and it was all good until I was going to leave and he was walking me to the main road. Then he brought it up. Telling me about how hurt he's been that we've been having so many trouble the past week. I asked him to stop, I knew he wasn't ready to tell me...I just knew. We got talking and I couldn't understand why he was ready to destroy our friendship because of a story...
We got into a heated argument and I walked out on him. Got on a bike and left.
I didn't know that it was the beginning of a not so good Sunday.
The bike stopped in front of my gate and I gave him the 500naira I had. Before I climbed on, I had asked if he had the complete change and he had said yes. Only for him to hand me four hundred naira and told me that was my change...it's not like I was new to the town and don't know that the normal bike price per drop is fifty naira. Why was everyone thinking that they could play a smart one on me today? Or maybe they're all high and thinking that I didn't know what I was doing. Me that was already so pissed from early...English just started flying out of my mouth. I was fuming with anger. The normal me might have just left him and gone inside. But, hell no! I wasn't going to give up two times. I needed to win one. My landlord who was sitting outside came out and defended me, speaking their language at intervals. Finally, he gave me back my five hundred naira and even refused to take the forty naira I had. I just hissed and walked into my compound...like who should really vex?
Winning didn't make me feel better. I was still so pissed. I fell on my bed like a log and slept off.
By the time I woke up, it was almost time for me to go for my evening job. After getting ready, I couldn't find my extra scratch panel...I called the place where I work to ask if they had seen it. I later called Boss because he had drop me off at night. Both didn't see it...something was clearly wrong that Sunday. I was even too exhausted from anger to think about how angry Boss was going to be. The demons in my head were already convincing me about all the evil ways I could react if he should get mad at me.
By the time I got a new scratch board from our supervisor and got there, it was past 3. There was not a single smile on my face, or laughter on my heart. First person I saw was Julfa. He was so unlucky, if only he had known. I just ignored him completely...he constant questions of why I was frowning was annoying me more. Everyone was just asking what was wrong with me...like I have to smile everyday. Soon after, he called Boss and they talked for a while. I was happy that Boss wasn't coming just yet. I didn't want him to see me all gloomy. By the time he saw that I wasn't giving him the attention he wanted he left.
Just as I went in to pick up drinks for some customer, someone told me Boss was coming...the news confused me a little. I had to start trying to smile. I didn't want him asking me what was wrong, or just seeing that I was frowning at customers. Soon after he came with a bunch of guys and his new girlfriend. I tried to avoid them. So, when they were inside, I sat outside. And when they were outside, I sat inside. I was in no mood to dish out fake smile. Even when they caught up with me, the normal joke about my name between Boss and me wasn't funny anymore...and I used to like it so much when he does that.
At that point, even things that I thought didn't bother me, like how he always bringing his girlfriend to where I work began to annoy me...I was a complete hater with a capital H. My emotions where all over. My feelings didn't give a fu*k. I sat inside and didn't want to see them happy or smiling...when they laugh, I felt they were laughing at me. And knowing that I wasn't even that kind of girl...knowing that my emotions was betraying me was pissing me off. Even the cat and dog at the place that I used to love, I was pissed that they were playing. I knew Boss was pissed at me when he saw me sitting down...I was sorry, but my that was all. I don't even think the sorry came from the part of my heart where it used to come from
When I finally finished with my scratch panel, a lot of people were all over me getting angry that I had finish. If only they knew.
And then to crown it all up. Two men that I had already served four bottles of my brand and had already won a free drink and an airtime ordered for two more bottles. Thinking I had already told them that the scratch panel for the day was over, I asked if I could open their drink. They agreed. And just after I did, they asked for the scratch panel. I apologized profusely that I didn't tell them trying to explain things to them...it was the longest I talked all night. But then, one of them got so pissed insisting that I do something about it or he was not going to pay. All my appeal fell on deaf ear. And that was right when I ticked...I got pissed too. After telling him not to pay if he likes and asking him how much a freaking bottle was that he was acting up. And it was not like I was the one getting the high as he drank so why shout on me, I walked out. I was sure he wasn't expecting that. He finally paid two hundred, taking the other as his free drink. I left very early that day, knowing if I stayed any longer, I might cause more harm.
By Monday, Leks apologized and told me he was worried I might stop if he told me. It was all I needed to hear to calm me again.
What blew my head was when he kept repeating that he knew gh0sts and made me feel like a freaking celebrity... I can be easily pleased ehn.
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by BiadeFolar(m): 9:27pm On Mar 13, 2018|
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Damibiz(m): 10:59pm On Mar 13, 2018|
Be like me,when u re angry,ACTIVATE UR gHoSt mode nd u will feel like marrying yourself,dont take ur annoyance on people...nice job...
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by ellahzy(f): 11:09pm On Mar 13, 2018|
nice work OP.. I can imagine how you felt when you found out that your friend read this post?
PS.. mention me when you update.
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Adesina12: 12:10pm On Mar 14, 2018|
Well done gh0st
I know you as well but no need to show face
We enjoy your diary
sweet popcorn for you
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by IamBlanco(m): 11:52am On Mar 15, 2018|
thank God I apologized... so I'm d Leks, feels gr8 tho
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Adesina12: 2:24pm On Mar 15, 2018|
Wow you are Leks....baddas you
Let's meet under the lime tree at backyard
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Sexyolori(f): 4:19pm On Mar 15, 2018|
IamBlanco:so u must show yaself abi.so dt u will get fans from ghosts' story. @biade folar,cum and see ya top rivals o.
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by BiadeFolar(m): 4:35pm On Mar 15, 2018|
leave him nah... someone that using side eyes to look like Fetty Wap. When I'm done with my plot ehn. Please sha no warn am for me.
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Iamhappiness(m): 12:26am On Mar 16, 2018|
gh0sts:Ma'am, from the first episode to the recent one it's been enjoyment galore. All the episodes are interesting, entertaining and educative too No dull moments. Apart from your friends & the people whom you're writing about, we your fans on nairaland don't know you neither do we know them. So please don't stop writing this amazing story. More life to you. I beg you in the name of God, please don't let anyone to ruin your happiness. Life's too short to spend a minute of it in sadness. Don't let any sadist or stupid person to make you sad not even for a second. You don't deserve to be sad because you're an amazing writer. You have a creative mind and a beautiful heart too, don't let their bad vibes to affect you. Any time they come close, use your diplomatic immunity. Any time your mood swing shows its ugly head; try to remember your happy moments, try to remember those things that made you laugh. Try to remember the good times that brought out the cute dimples on your beautiful face And before you know it you'll be back to your usual self Whenever you're sad or angry, please don't take it out on your loved ones. You wouldn't b happy if someone did the same to you They love u and they always want the best for you. I'm sorry for writing this epistle. The summary of everything is 'be happy always.' Listen to Kendrick Lamar & The Weeknd's Pray For Me. Thanks
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by gh0sts: 6:18am On Mar 16, 2018|
Iamhappiness:Thanks a lot for this, and to think that I had just downloaded that song. I'd always read this to lift myself up when I'm down. Thanks again.
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by germaphobe(m): 9:43am On Mar 16, 2018|
from A-Z you're f**king good at this. Being in ghost mood wont help so i just wanna say fly with the breeze.
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Iamhappiness(m): 7:29pm On Mar 16, 2018|
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Investorbj: 10:34pm On Mar 16, 2018|
I know gh0sts.. #unique
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by gh0sts: 5:40pm On Mar 17, 2018|
I have only just realized recently that my fear or hatred for phone calls has just increased. I read somewhere that it was normal and that almost every time people with this condition prefer to text.
That's not true for me. Keeping up with WhatsApp is a tedious chore for me and I can't tell you how I have overused the excuse of poor network disappearing SMS.
I've had it a long time, but I thought I was becoming better. Only to realize that I was kidding myself. I knew it was just worse after Pops sent me 1000naira recharge card and after two weeks it was 826naira remaining. I had only called Lanle, Leks, Dan often, mostly to find out if they were home. Even Pops that sent me the card didn't get a call from me after I called to thank him for the card. The worse part of this condition...I have finally accepted that it is a condition. Apart from not wanting to call people, I also hate when people call me. I hate it as much as I fear it. I know why the people around me are calling, or I could guess. But those that aren't, I don't know why they are calling and that creeps me out. The time I'd used to ask myself why a person is calling is enough time for the call to end.
Sometimes, I sit at home and make a mental list of all the people I'd like to call. From friends from school, to random friends at home, to my Jos friend, Tay, ex corp members...and then I'd finally have a nervous breakdown about how long the list was becoming.
I have refused to give my number out to so many people because I knew it was of no use. They might think I'm just famzing. But they have no idea that I'm saving them from the stress of calling and not receiving an answer or getting a call back. I've tried so many times to stop it...but I always end up letting my phone just ring.
Recently, someone just told me to my face that he'd not call me again because I don't call back. Although, I believe that phone calls shouldn't be reciprocal and that if one wants to call they should. It got me thinking about how I might finally just end up alone and without friends with this condition. I didn't even feel bad when he said it. First thing I thought was, one person down.
Funny thing is I don't care less about all these people that I don't call. I still think of them from time to time...strongly. And sometimes my heart break knowing that I've not heard from them in forever. But that's it. It doesn't go past that. I'm one of the only few individuals that don't get bothered by an unknown number missed call. I just ignore it and silently rejoice that I missed it.
So, on Friday, Boss didn't visit my outlet to supervise or hangout as he always does. I was wondering what had happened. I even asked the woman's son. He said he didn't know why he didn't come. It was the first time he wasn't visiting. I wanted to know why. Wanted to know if he was okay. But, when I realized that I had to call him to know that, my mind quickly came up with an excuse why I shouldn't make the call...honestly, it was a fine excuse. So, I still don't know if Boss is alive or dead..but my mins is telling me he was too busy, so I'd go with my mind.
Like I said everything that has to do with a not physical form of communication scares the sh*t out of me. But when I think of it, even the physical form of communication creeps the hell out of me, and everything I smile and open my mouth to talk...it's a very convincing façade. And I fear that I might just say something really stupid. Luckily, I've been doing so great.
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|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by bimberry1307(f): 8:40pm On Mar 17, 2018|
lol, sorry you got busted. ride on gh0st
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by BiadeFolar(m): 9:55pm On Mar 17, 2018|
Baby, this call thing is same for me too oh! I buy airtime mainly to subscribe. I hope we are not shaping up to be a snub couple
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Adesina12: 11:31pm On Mar 17, 2018|
Can you please shed light to the benefit of weeds?
I want to learn.....joke apart
|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Jwonder(m): 3:35pm On Mar 18, 2018|
Chai.. guy i pity u ooh! u famz this gal daily and she no even send u nor recognize you, your own case worst pass Airforce1 and Emoney
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|Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by BiadeFolar(m): 6:36pm On Mar 18, 2018|
Aktualli, you don't understand.
And Izznuh our fault that you don't..
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