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The Otunba hung up on the caller and swore under his breath ‘Nuisance oshi, Taiwo! Any day you bring this kind of useless call to me when I am involved with an important one, you are done working for me okay? What kind of nonsense is this?’ he picked his first phone to continue his conversation with the commissioner of police. Taiwo excused himself apologizing profusely, he was about to dial the commissioner’s number when Taiwo rushed back into the room. ‘Sir, you need to see something’ ‘See what again!’ Taiwo didn’t answer and gave him the phone ‘Ehn ehn, this is just a siteweb link or what do you people call it?’ ‘Sir? That website, you have forgotten? www.dirtylittlesecrets.com? That was where Mr Rufus and…’ The Otunba gasped and snatched the phone from Taiwo, he stared hard at the menacing message that accompanied the link ‘Kindly refresh your memory by visiting www.dirtylittlesecrets.com‘ ‘Taiwo bring that your browser phone now! Oya log under it’ ‘Log in you mean sir, I am on it’ ‘Gbenu e soun! And do what I say’ the Otunba was sweating already. The site seemed to take forever to load as Taiwo and Otunba held their breath ‘Oh my God’ Taiwo muttered and covered his mouth ‘What is it?’ the Otunba snatched the phone from him and stared at it, he couldn’t see the words clearly. He removed his glasses from it case and put them on. QUESTIONS FOR OTUNBA ADEBAYO COKER! |
The PA followed at a much slower pace, Otunba would be on that phone for hours. He retired to his room and ordered for some food. He contemplates rescheduling some of Otunba’s meetings for the next few hours because he knows the Otunba’s attention have been captured with the news of his friend’s arrest. He wondered whether the Otunba would be calling the DPO now or his influential friends. He wished Agbaje would be left to suffer for as long as it takes for him to come back to his senses, but he knows the Otunba, he wouldn’t rest until his friend is out of trouble. He wouldn’t mind promising or begging whoever ordered the arrest. A phone call came through the Otunba’s second phone and stopped his flow of thoughts. ‘Hello, good afternoon you are talking to Taiwo Akilapa, how may I help you?’ he said putting on his formal voice. ‘Good afternoon, I need to talk to Otunba’ a calm male voice answered from the other end. ‘I am his PA, you can talk to me I’d surely pass your message across’ ‘I have to speak to the Otunba’ the voice insisted Taiwo was getting pissed but he forced himself to stay calm ‘what for if I may ask?’ ‘I said I need to speak to the Otunba this minute!’ ‘Mtcheeeeeeew’ Taiwo hung up on the caller and busied himself with the meetings he’d reschedule and the ones that must hold that same day. The call came through again, he was almost tempted to switch off the cellphone but what if another important call comes through? ‘Yes! I said you should leave a message for him’ ‘Give the Otunba his phone this minute or else… ‘ the voice threatened ‘Or else what? You can’t threaten me Mr man’ ‘Or else you’d regret not giving your boss his phone this minute’ The threat sounded genuine, Taiwo paused and made for the Otunba’s suite, he found him there engrossed in a phone call. He mouthed to the Otunba that he has a call on the other cell, Otunba annoyed that Taiwo would bring him a call when he is busy with one ignored him and continued with his call. He’d deal with that impunity later. ‘Sir, this is urgent’ Taiwo voiced out. Otunba excused himself and hung up. ‘What did I tell you about interrupting my calls?’ he asked through clenched teeth ‘I am really sorry sir but this is urgent, a caller is… ‘ The Otunba held out his hand for the phone ‘Hello’ he said blandly into the phone. ‘Good afternoon Otunba’ the voice on the other end said coolly ‘I won’t take much of your time by beating about the bush’ the voice continued. ‘I just want to inform you that I have got some dirt on you’ ‘What manner of insolence is this? Who are you? What dirt are you talking about? You want to threaten me? With what? E ma gba mi ke!‘ he met the eye of his PA who shrugged. ‘Ha ha ha ha’ the voice cackled ‘Otunba, you mean you have forgotten what happened on the 6th of June 1996?, if you say so, so be it. But I’d refresh your brain with…’ |
EPISODE 1........ Otunba Bayo held his flowing agbada tightly to himself as he maneuvered through the puddles of muddy water at Jabi camp. His PA cringed as the chief missed a step and dipped his crocodile-skin designer shoes into one of the puddle. He nearly stepped on a mound of poop as he tried to avoid two kids running around with sticks playing soldier VS Boko Haram game. The one playing Boko Haram surrendered when the one playing soldier wielded his heavy wooden machine gun to his face ‘Make arrangements for more clothing and food, ensure it is delivered before this week runs out’ Otunba spat as he took one last look at the makeshift IDP camp. ‘The condition of this camp is unfit for human in habitation’ ‘It was in the news that the government had fixed this place sir and…’ Otunba paused in his steps and said in a conniving tone ‘you still believe in the media and the lies they spin with the government? Don’t be a fool my friend.’ The PA kept quiet, he had felt so uncomfortable surrounded with stench and filth. He was astonished to see people going about their business oblivious to the decay around them, he almost vomited when he saw a scrawny looking baby with brown hair picking what looked like cockroach on the floor and putting it in it mouth. Surprisingly, the Otunba seemed at home with the filth, he went from one shed to another, carrying his folds of agbada and charisma with him, his powerful voice boomed as he greeted the sick, old and wounded who couldn’t come outside to receive the gifts he had brought. He effortlessly relates with the crowd of kids milling around him. Otunba waved him away when he tried to stop one of the kids from touching his agbada, she looked like she’d stain the impeccable white outfit with her dirty hands. Shrills of Nagode, mu gode so sai rent the air as Otunba doles out some wad of naira notes for the children. He breathed a sigh of relief as they entered the car, when they travel back home he’d sink himself in his bath for hours. That is if Otunba doesn’t have other appointments he wants him to attend to. He secretly hoped there’d be no midnight meetings or engagements. He stole a look at Otunba through the mirror, Otunba had already busied himself with a newspaper, shaking his head he turned wondering whether the man never gets tired. ‘Ha ha!’ the Otunba exclaimed ‘Ehn ehn, Taiwo!’ he bellowed. ‘Sir?’ ‘Have you heard about Mr Agbaje’s arrest?’ he closes the newspaper as he said this and gave his PA a scrutinizing look. The PA cleared his throat, where would he begin? ‘Actually sir, I heard late. I am so sorry for not informing, I thought the…’ ‘Go on’ the Otunba urged him and tossed the newspaper to a side. The PA was lost for words, Otunba requested for his phone and dialed a number. ‘Hello o, Kash, where are you? Have you heard? A be ri nkan bayi. I just read it in the papers, no, yes yes, I have been busy. I didn’t see any. Are you serious?’ The PA squirmed in his seat, he had intentionally not informed Otunba about Prof. Kash’s calls, the man has a penchant for being the harbinger of bad, unfavorable news besides, he knows how unsettled the Otunba would be when he hears of Agbaje’s arrest. Agbaje and the Otunba were friends and they were both involved in a project, he had warned Otunba about the project voicing his misgivings about Agbaje. But Otunba waved him away and told him Agbaje and him have known each other from way back. The project was eventually abandoned due to lack of funds, however it was discovered that Agbaje had collected the amount necessary to execute the contract which he never told Otunba. He had hoped Otunba would use his money to bring the project to reality but Taiwo has seen to it that none of that happened. Otunba was on the phone till they returned back to the hotel. He stepped out of the car hurriedly almost tripping on his flowing agbada, he walked briskly past the receptionist without a backward glance or a reply to her greetings.
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Hey guys...its been a while....there is a new series available now...should i post it on nairaland or you guys will visit my blog for it |
Otunba Bayo held his flowing agbada tightly to himself as he maneuvered through the puddles of muddy water at Jabi camp. His PA cringed as the chief missed a step and dipped his crocodile-skin designer shoes into one of the puddle. He nearly stepped on a mound of poop as he tried to avoid two kids running around with sticks playing soldier VS Boko Haram game. The one playing Boko Haram surrendered when the one playing soldier wielded his heavy wooden machine gun to his face ‘Make arrangements for more clothing and food, ensure it is delivered before this week runs out’ Otunba spat as he took one last look at the makeshift IDP camp. ‘The condition of this camp is unfit for human in habitation’ ‘It was in the news that the government had fixed this place sir and…’ Otunba paused in his steps and said in a conniving tone ‘you still believe in the media and the lies they spin with the government? Don’t be a fool my friend.’ The PA kept quiet, he had felt so uncomfortable surrounded with stench and filth. He was astonished to see people going about their business oblivious to the decay around them, he almost vomited when he saw a scrawny looking baby with brown hair picking what looked like cockroach on the floor and putting it in it mouth. Surprisingly, the Otunba seemed at home with the filth, he went from one shed to another, carrying his folds of agbada and charisma with him, his powerful voice boomed as he greeted the sick, old and wounded who couldn’t come outside to receive the gifts he had brought. He effortlessly relates with the crowd of kids milling around him. Otunba waved him away when he tried to stop one of the kids from touching his agbada, she looked like she’d stain the impeccable white outfit with her dirty hands. Read more http://kanzahsays.com/rumour-episode-1/
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Shoprite itself which was the bone of contention was filled with a throng of people, say, 2000 are already inside, about 5000 people were outside standing and waiting for their turn to go inside shoprite. People pushed against each other, trip, fall, giggle and clap in excitement as the queue to enter Shoprite reduced. Some purposely hung around just to hang around! The whips and belts the security men wield and used in hitting them didn’t deter them and I wondered why humans would be content to be treated as animals and still go back. “Nah wa Ilorin people o, they won’t buy anything inside. They just want to snap pictures” a woman in one of the stores around Shoprite grumbled, both of us took temporary refuge from the people in the store. “I even heard they said all the Shoprite stores make more money than other Shoprite stores in the whole of Nigeria” she added. I couldn’t even bring myself to reply or contribute, I was dumbfounded as I watch soldiers storming into Shoprite and trying to maintain law and order.source http://kanzahsays.com
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I thought since it is 2017, the annoying crowd that gathers around the mall, precisely Shoprite would have reduced since there is recession, but I was in for a shocker! From the entrance to the parking lot to Hatlab that I was banking on, down to SHOPRITE! People standing and looking. Everywhere was filled with a sea of people. There was hardly an unoccupied space, everywhere was choked up with people. Where people are not posing in front of furniture stores and smudging their windows in the process, they are dragging crying babies who are yelling for the toy car they saw inside Shoprite. An unpleasant smell hit me as I strolled towards KFC, a combination of rotten beans water/spoilt egg/fufu/ I couldn’t breathe, everywhere was cramped up, I thought I was going to die of suffocation as I stumbled around in a daze infused by the foul smell, I nearly stepped on a mound of poop that was in front of KFC. I learnt one of kids left to wander by themselves did it. Luckily it was cleaned up before I could take a picture. But I still did anyways.
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As we all know, Sallah was on Sunday. And Muslims in the bid to celebrate the successful completion of the 29/30 days go out with their loved ones to fun places, parks, restaurants and so on. In Ilorin, all roads lead to Palms Mall or Shoprite according to the average Ilorin person, it serves the sole purpose of amusement for majority of Ilorin people. The tradition of “celebrating” Sallah at the mall sadly began around 2013 or thereabout when the mall was newly opened, however the crowd there wasn’t usually much. Often times majority go for the bread, if you don’t know Shoprite bread is loved by most Ilorin people now you know. People stand on queue for hours waiting for the bread. source http://kanzahsays.com
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It is not cool to skip classes because it is the final year, it doesn’t help us in any way, the courses are important and being in those classes can help us in ways we can never imagine. Who knows the first thing the labour market would throw at us? The final year should be a period where plans are being made in preparation for life after school. Life outside school is not easy, almost everyone knows that but it is easier to talk about it when you are not at the stage yet, we think those that are finding it hard to stand on their own two feet are just being lazy or do not have solid plans put in place. It is not always so, life always a funny way of thrashing your plans and steering you in another direction after you had planned your journey. Life after school has lots of challenges up it sleeves that it is waiting to throw at us, that you are no longer a student automatically stops flow of cash from the different channels it usually comes from. Everyone expects you to be matured by then and have something doing, they regard you as a mature being that should be responsible for his or herself and not loaf around playing video games or hopping from one friend’s house to another. Dearest finalists, now is the time for you to discover your potential if you haven’t done that yet, now is the time for you to map something out and stick to it, now is the time for you to have a vision and source for means and ways you can bring it to reality. Now is the best time to plan your life, now is the best time to use the free time to your own advantage because there really isn’t enough time again. You can still make a difference in your academics, you can still make a difference in your life. And yes, you can have some fun too. Always remember, graduation is a few months away and so is the harsh realities of life. source http://kanzahsays.com
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I used to think final year is a time to relax, flex do whatever it is you like and work on your research topic with swags. I used to think there would be enough time for me to do whatever it is that I like and at the same time stay gracious and fly. Now I know better! The realization that I have come this far with my effort and divine grace made me relapse in my studies. I would say to myself “after all I am now a finalist now is the time to rest”. I barely listen to lectures, I spend half of the time lost in thoughts of miraculously finding an abandoned bag of money in a deserted place and the remaining half thinking of what to eat when I get back to the hostel. I go to classes just to occupy space and nothing more. My project? I do what I can, there are times I get really filled with academic energy that I just want to read, read and read on the theory I am working on, I spend nights typing and typing and when I eventually submit the whatever chapter it is I was working on. My supervisor speaks her perfect English and narrates stories of how William Shakespeare loves wearing white while I wrote he loves wearing black! That’s the sign I need, I calmly pack my files and leave for my hostel. I then spend weeks after weeks researching the types of clothes William Shakespeare loved wearing in my dreams! Such was the life I had lived since the beginning of the semester and I was bound to continue with it until I remembered the “history” that would be narrated to me by my amazing Mum, who wouldn’t want to understand it is really not easy to be a student in a school where you got nothing to do except reading every time and still not pass. That was how I had a rethink. How many of us finalists are actually the way I was (I am working on not sleeping throughout my spare time and I have stopped watching season movies. I swear!) How many of us know that we are making the greatest mistake ever, little did we know that a little effort can go a long way in boosting the GP we had given up on, little did we know that this is the best time to sit up and not relax, why? Because we can never tell what our efforts or inactivity at this stage can cause. It is often frustrating to deal with rejected chapters and incessant corrections by supervisors, some supervisors won’t want you to be great, they go on a missing spree the moment you just finish a chapter you had battled with for weeks, some would refuse to pick your calls, others would tell you not to come see them until they ask you to which they would never do. This makes most of us take the back seat, we dump all we are doing and divert our attention, time and energy to some frivolous activities like chasing girls or following our pals up and down from one hangout to another. This shouldn’t be the case, it is often better to go ahead with the next chapter and start with something, this would save us the last-minute rush when it is time for project submission.
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I really dont know whatsup with nairaland...i cant post or edit my post...mayb i av to create a new thread. |
tomdon:i really dont knw who dat is |
tomdon:its not an eye problem..a doctor have checked it out already...you can even google abt it...its rare thing among blacks..but definetly not a problem |
sisisioge:i will try to |
The parent of the kid actually thought he was blind until a doctor told them he has (white peoples eye)
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Met a kid in one of the villages here at minna,Niger state with blue eyes, its said to be a rare thing among the blacks (medically)..just wanna share pics of him visit my blog http://kanzahsays.com for more
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