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EPISODE 17... Dear Diary, I woke up with a horrible hangover the next morning after Aminah’s birthday party, all I could remember was Natasha splashing water on my face as I vomited upon entering my room, yes my room, they had to dump me in my own room because I vomited on myself at the party, I vomited twice on the ride back to the hostel as well inside Fola’s car, I didn’t know how sleep took over the moment my face touched the pillow. The morning after was hell Diary, I didn’t even know what I felt, I only felt empty and “betrayed”. Or was I expecting too much from Farhan? Something keeps telling me there is more to whatever it was that happened or could happen between us both. Farida and Natasha came to my room with breakfast and a mixture I was asked to drink, I felt better after taking whatever it is I was asked to take and funny enough they look bubbly and fresh, wow I was the only one vomiting like an idiot. I even vomited on myself, hahahah and we were unable to take pictures.. Oh they actually took some pictures when I was downing drinks after drinks. We all avoided talking about what happened at the party till they left towards afternoon with Farida shrilly announcing she had to go make her hair and Natasha following suit and mumbling things I couldn’t catch. Wow Ed Sheeran kept me company all day, I cleaned my room and soaked the vomit stained dress, I definitely need to go to church for “deliverance” I can’t understand something like this hitting me when I thought I had everything under control, my mum would be so pleased I am finally connecting with the “lord”. My elder brother is always the best solace in this kind of situation but he is far away undergoing military training, it’s so sad phones are not allowed there, I really really miss him. And my little brothers would just laugh like the “boys” they are. Prof. Fajuyi called me in the evening, I was lost for words I wondered where he got my number, he yapped yapped about how my performances in his surprise tests keep improving and how I need to keep it up. Really? Prof. Fajuyi? My number? This is the worst joke of the century, that man is so strict, he never laughs and his heart is as black as his complexion, I don’t just understand this pep talk of a thing. I called the 100level class rep who apologized profusely saying Prof. Fajuyi asked him out of the Blues and he had no choice than to give him, I hung up on the poor boy, I was too pissed for words. Farida and Natasha returned late in the evening and gave me what they got me at Coigne eatery, Sharwama, Suya and Ice cream, I smiled half heartedly and forced myself to eat, it tasted like paper stuffed with chicken, I was still trying to shove the Sharwama down my throat when my phone beeped. It was a text from Prof. Fajuyi and it reads ‘You are a good girl and you need mentoring and guidance, see me in my office on Monday, I should be around from 10am to 3pm. Take care and have a nice night.’ Did I just read that? Farida asked what was wrong when she saw my expression, I told her and she laughed while Natasha asked if he wants to chop onions, I asked what onions meant and they laughed harder. Diary? Diary? Hello? I would be back when I get back from church. VISIT http://kanzahsays.com for lot more interestin articles |
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Buhari stirred agitated bees hornet when he said his wife belongs to the kitchen and the other room. Feminists and none feminists all went for him, majority criticized him for objectifying his wife, seeing her as nothing except a bedmate and cook. Almost everyone had a thing or two to say about Buhari’s remark, they called him a misogynist, the typical 21st century African man with myopic sight, who does not see the place of a woman beyond the kitchen and oh well the other room. I see people on social media platforms feverishly typing behind their computers and their smartphones calling Buhari an old bigot for what he said while others have resorted to sharing staged loved up pictures and romance between them and their wives e.g Reno Omokri, suddenly most Nigerian men began to declare their undying love and respect for their wives, some even went as far as snapping pictures of themselves and putting it on social media platforms. Hypocrisy! I say, why wait till when Buhari has tossed himself to the sharks before coming out to call your wife a woman of substance whose place does not belong to the kitchen and the other room alone? Why come out to publicly condemn Buhari when majority of these so called educated men are terrors who have turned their wives to a living robot who only talks when instructed to talk, why take pictures of yourselves lacing your wife’s shoe when you beat the living daylight out of her every blessed night? Why tell us you eat out with your wife every weekend because she is wife not cook when she had spent the better part of the week in the kitchen than out of it? Is taking your wife to the restaurant on Sunday part of keeping the sabbath day holy? And speaking of the other room, why have people stopped refusing to accept that yes, man and wife must have sex with each other, why does the fact that Buhari said that Buhari said his wife belong to his other room became an issue worth condemning? Fine we don’t care how they play the bedroom politics but do we have to pretend as though a woman does not satisfy her husband’s sexual needs same way as the husband’s satisfy hers? I see nothing worth condemning in this for he doesn’t say his wife belongs to these rooms only, he only said that in reply to a question about his wife supporting the opposition party. Most men claiming to be supportive husbands are mostly serial cheats who do not satisfy their wives in bed but choose to spend quality time and money on willing women outside, hypocrisy everywhere, most women typing in frustration behind their computers are mostly casted women who would hop without second invitation into every married man’s bed, so tell me where do you belong? If Aisha Buhari truly belongs to the other room only, how come she holds a Bachelor of Arts degree in Public Administration from Ahmadu Bello University (ABU), and a master’s degree in International Affairs and Strategic Studies from the Nigerian Defence Academy , Kaduna? Which man would allow a woman who only belongs to the kitchen and bedroom to undertake a Counselling Course on Co-Dependency in the United Kingdom?. Anybody can be a feminist with blind arguments and writings, the question is are you a feminist in your actions or do you live for the accolades alone? Do you support protection of the girl child and speak against assault against women? Where is your voice when a women get assaulted? Most of you would not stand up from the settee where you type out rash words and arguments when a girl child is lying in pains in an hospital after getting molested, you only jump out with full claws when issues that attract international attention are addressed. Nigerians should know how and when to scream Gender equality and gender discrimination, this is politics and nobody really knows what is going on, what if we are all falling for a big distraction from a huge fraudulent activities going on in the government? What if a serious issue is being covered up? What if all these is staged? source: http://kanzahsays.com |
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this is a poem written by a wonderful blogger on the struggles of rape and child abuse.. She torments me Day and night she torments me She makes me soil my knickers every night, Sweet pain from the pleasures tickled in my dreams, Those buttocks torment me Even with the baggy gowns she wears I can still make out the clap of her buttocks Every time she walks by Her tray of oranges balanced on her head, She makes my walking difficult And I have to pretend all was well I have to pretend I felt no warmth when I give her the 200 naira note, Whispering to her to keep the change While she flashes her toothy smile at my mother Thanking her for her benevolence She didn’t notice me, she wouldn’t notice me But I know she knows So I lured her in That faithful afternoon While the grounds are being moistened by the rain, She followed me willingly She followed me like a sheep meant for slaughter She followed me like an offering Smiling and flaunting her gap teeth The beast in me was awakened The demons in me possessed me I slaughtered her! I took what I thought she offered I sucked her sweet oranges to the point of soreness Her pleas were like buzzes from a stubborn fly They were drowned with slaps and blows She was fierce She fought me well But she wanted it, didn’t she? I made sure I spilled my seed in her Hot and slimy, And I smacked my lips from thirst abated, Her baggy clothes were on the floor In shreds And she was cowering on my bed Looking lost, but the fierce look was still there My zipper was still undone as I made to fling her clothes at her She wouldn’t wear it She rose from the bed, Naked like the day she was molded The beast in me was reawakened But the cold fire in her eyes stopped me She walked naked out of my room And she left her tray of orange on my doorstep And she opened the gate without the help of Kasali And she walked into the street like that And she kept walking while I followed at a safe distance, And she walked against the traffic And she walked against the jeers of market men And the cries of market women And she walked on and on and on Until a big trailer came from nowhere to end everything Everything became mashed flesh in a minute! people gathered around the driver, Curses and tears filled the air The blood, the blood was everywhere! I ran blindly home My legs were heavy but I ran still Her tray was still on the doorstep Kasali rushed to carry it and flung it Into the nearest bin My secret was safe with him The bloodstained bedspread and the tattered baggy clothes were burnt to ashes by Kasali I was free And she stopped coming into my dreams every night Her shadows keep me company now. :source http://kanzahsays.com |
I didn’t know when I gobbled down glass after glass of whatever it was that was being served, my eyes became itchy, I made my way towards the bar and refilled my glass, I finished it before I got to where Natasha was, Natasha looked surprised but said nothing, I didn’t hear the rest of what was being said until I heard cheering and shouts of “say yes say yes” I turned and saw Farhan on one knee proposing to Aminah! I screamed and laughed out loudly, drowning the voices of everyone cheering them on, Farhan and Aminah stared towards my direction but Natasha made me duck under the tables, she raised my head after My woman, My everything by Patoraking was being played while Farhan and Aminah shared a deep deep kiss.VISIT http://kanzahsays.com for lot more interesting articles... |
EPISODE 16... Dear Diary! I am totally having the time of my life with Farida, truth is Farida is not as evil as I thought she was, eheheheh she told me she pretends she hates me because I refused to talk to her and Natasha, ehehehehe Natasha said she envies my height and body, ehehehehe my head was just bigging and bigging ehehehe. With Farida and Natasha company, I didn’t miss my roommate one bit, I had my room all to myself but Farida’s room became my second home, I practically moved in, I only go to my room to pick clothes or other stuff before going back to Farida’s room. My almost boring life became spiced up with Farida’s presence, and we try as much as possible not to bring up her brother whenever we talk, she got the clue the day she asked me to speak to him on phone and I pretended I was doing something else and he of course told her not to bother and he hung up. Eh! I saw life outside the four walls of my boring strict environment, I stopped living a triangle life, I got to use the excess money I have left after buying only provisions and foodstuff to shop every weekend! I never knew there were cool stores around, bye bye to online shopping! Despite all the fun and thrills that comes with being Farida’s friend, I so much hate the company of her boyfriend Fola Scott, that guy irritates the shit out of me, he doesn’t even know how to talk, he lacks common etiquettes, khai it is true when they say love is blind, I guess Farida is just repeating history, her dad is the complete opposite of her mum, I had to feign indifference when I saw their family photo. I never knew Farida was a brainy o, she reads late at night, around 2am to 5am at times 12am till 4am, she has a mini jotter she reads first thing in the morning when she wakes up as well, jeeeez I will never ever judge people from afar anymore. My test scores improved a bit, I hope I can keep this up till exam period, Farida is such an amazing influence o and she gave me a nickname sef ‘Larai’ instead of my very masculine Lanre. All was well with the two of us until she invited me to a birthday party, trust me I am the type to let my hair down after a very stressful test week, we got dressed, I was wearing my Little black dress with gold pumps, gold hoop earrings with my hair packed in a ponytail, Farida wore a red wrap dress with nude stilettos, silver studs. Her hair were not packed and she had her wavy tresses parted at the side, she needs no weavon, thanks to her amazing Lebanese mama. Natasha wore a red trouser with a loose top that has black and white stripes, black pumps. We left in Fola’s car and got to the venue of the party around 10pm, Farida stayed back in Fola’s car and Natasha and I made ourselves comfy on a couch while we watch people digging it out on the dance floor, I was offered some drinks but I refused, I don’t want to wake up with an hangover plus I am trying to stay away from alcohol, it is almost six months since I tasted alcohol. The music died down at a point and the celebrant was invited to say hi and hello to everyone, I saw a very beautiful girl elegantly dressed strut towards the gigantic cake conspicuously displayed on a beautiful cake stand, she daintily dug her forefinger into the cake and licked the cake cream she scooped, woooow, I must have been staring so hard that Natasha was forced to nudge me, whispering into my ears and asking if I have never heard of Aminah Bello, the most beautiful girl in the whole school? She added maliciously that even Farida bows to her, I raised my brows and continued staring nodding my head as Aminah speaks, woooow she has a beautiful voice, the girl is perfect, figure 8, Alexander Wang floor length gown even her makeup was on fleek she finished saying all she had to say and her boyfriend was invited to cut the cake with her, lo and behold! It was ehehhe Farhan!!! |
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EPISODE 15 Dear Diary, It wasn’t easy deleting Farhan from my life and also my bbm, but I can’t block him on WhatsApp, I just can’t and have been receiving messages nonstop on WhatsApp from him, I have stopped picking his calls as well and NO, I don’t go to Coigne to eat anymore, that place is forbidden for now, Coigne is where majority of the coolest people in school hang out, their food is not that great tho, the sharwama tastes like soggy bread stuffed with rotten cabbages, but you get to meet really awesome people that can help you with… Stuff. I met Henry Sharkfish teeth there tho. This week has not been awesome jor, Farida has been smiling at me a lot lately, she came to borrow my handbag yesterday, as much as I hate borrowing people my stuff I couldn’t say no, maybe I was surprised she came to ask me, maybe I needed her friendship so bad (I don’t think so!) maybe it’s her brother, I can’t place my head around the spirit that possessed me while I grin sheepishly and asked her to remove it from the bag hanger, she looked so surprised and rushed into her room to show me the outfit she wants to wear it with, she told me she would have carried a black bag instead but she felt my burnt orange handbag would totally nail the look, I couldn’t help but agree when I saw her at the faculty this afternoon, she was the one that screamed my name and waved grinning and looking stupidly beautiful in a white crocheted top, olive green pants, black heels and my beloved burnt orange bag, I couldn’t help my hand movement because I waved back much more enthusiastically while Fola Scott sat like a sack of beans looking very much like his Shreky self! Hian! Did I mention I have stopped going to night class? Yes I stopped, I am avoiding Farhan and there are rumours snaking it way around school that some set of guys are gang raping girls that go for night classes! There is God ooo My roomie had gone home, her morning sickness is getting the better off her, thank God she had left, Diary I nearly died from vomit smell, I stopped bathing in our bathroom till she left, I had to go to Tamuno’s room instead and Tamuno’s roommate is one nonsense Edo girl that loves looking for trouble, she doesn’t mind fighting every girl in CLEOPATRA hostel when it comes to her boyfriend, yes Ese is such a lover girl. So, I have been sleeping alone and reading, yes I have actually been reading and I seem to be getting a hold of Prof. Fajuyi’s course, I had 10 out of 15 in the assignment I submitted, Water and Sewage microbiology is what am trying to put in my head right now, that course is…. I think am going to stop making weaves for some time, those weave ons are covering my destiny. My mum called yesterday, very very unusual, I was wondering who died amongst my brothers since it is only my dad that checks up on me from time to time, he has been busy lately sha, with the Boko Haram bombings and mayhem, I miss him so much #tears. So my mum mumbled some few words about being a good girl and everything and ended it with her favourite line ” Lanre ranti omo eni t’onse” meaning Lanre remember the daughter of whom you are, duh like I don’t know my dad is Major Dotun Coker-Badmus, the woman sef. I am going to drop the pen soon diary boo boo, you are my boo now since am boo less, it’s been long I kissed diary, Jhay was such a good kisser, I was waiting for the “Harlequinz romantic stare into each other’s eyes and take it from there” kinda kiss from Farhan, so sad there is an Amina he is hurting over, duh! Lord will fix them or not! I gotta go, I am going to Farida’s room, the girl is kinda cool and did I mention I saw her with Kylie Jenner’s lip kit? BFF alert! I need to start something. Bye! Operation 2: Befriend Farida! VISIT http://kanzahsays.com |
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EPISODE 14 Dear Diary, My cousin won’t stop laughing when I told her what happened, she had called me to gist me about how her boss has made life hell for her, how she needs to work extra hours for more money, Toun made me realize life is not really rosy outside the country like most people think, her parents divorce didn’t help matters as both parents remarried few years after, Toun spoke sense into my head and told me not to let guys problems weigh me down then she ended everything with her favourite line “fine girl like you”. She ended the call abruptly when I heard a rough cockney accent from the background, every human to his own problem, seems her boss caught her making calls when she’s supposed to be working. Why does everything seem complicated at this point? I thought I had found someone I can actually connect with, it is not like I was rooting for something but it kinda felt good that I had him all to myself then, or so I thought. With what he told me at the restaurant it seems he saw me as a solace when he was having problems with his girlfriend, hahaha see how life got back at me, I was using him as a soft landing in case Jhay ends things too, hahaha, isn’t my life awesome? My roommate is there lying on her bed with a tummy that is protruding already, jeeeez my eyes are swimming as I write this, I have a knocked up roomie who seems to be having hormone issues, we don’t even talk anymore, I can’t seem to get a grip on my academic life, I just realized the boy I was crushing on has a girlfriend, hahahaha I have Prof. Fajuyi’s assignment to submit next tommorow, my life is awesome! I wish I could talk to Toun right now, but who knows maybe she is sleeping already, poor girl. I need to get my life back on track, I really need to, but where do I start from? Okay I get it! Operation 1: Delete Farhan. Yes!!! VISIT http://kanzahsays.com |
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EPISODE 13 Dear Diary, It’s been three weeks since Jhay broke up with me, now I am ready to totally rock my newly found single life even though I had been living as a semi-single girl for the past two, three months. Farhan calls every morning and night, he sure knows how to hold a conversation, from telling me about the impossible lecturers in his department to cracking my ribs from laughter, it feels good,I can totally get used to this I mean friendship hurts nobody right? I attend night classes and tutorials now more than I have ever done in the past three years I have been in the Uni. I get to read a page or two then spend the rest of the three hours meant for reading with Farhan, he looks cuter and cuter every night, I started putting a little more effort in my night class drabs, I went from wearing my go-to Camo hoodie and a top to going all out, sometimes a bright pink sweater, other times an electric blue jumper, blah blah blah with a touch of lip gloss. A spritz of spray around my neck completes everything as we spend some times bent over his IPad watching series. This is crazy but it feels good. Farhan texted me while I was in class yesterday, I was lucky it wasn’t prof. Fajuyi’s class, I left after reading the text, he had asked me to come to COIGNE, a restaurant in school, the text sounded urgent and I wondered what could be wrong, I stumbled into Henry Sharkfish Teeth as I was about to go into the restaurant, he was as usual with a very tall, slim and beautiful girl, I rolled my eyes when I saw him and didn’t bother saying “hi” he tricked me once into believing I would be having a photo shoot, silly me I had thought my slim self would become a model not knowing Henry was an undercover love-vendor, he wanted to sell me for a night to one very obese man that looks like he would drop dead soon, he would not stop apologizing ever since but am not the type to forget a betrayal too soon, he is such an ugly being both inside and out. He waved at me but I ignored him, Farhan was sitting at the most obscure part of the restaurant. I couldn’t help but swoon when I saw him, he was wearing a sparkling white shirt, Grey trousers and black shoes, all screaming designer! He looked kinda tensed. I sat beside him and nervously said hello, his face was contorted into a frown and I couldn’t help but marvel at how cuter that made him, I was staring at his lips lost in thought when I heard him say “I am losing her”, “who” I asked weakly, he turned and stared at me, long and hard enough for me to see fear suddenly replaced by anger in his eyes, then he dropped his stare slowly and breathed “Amina” I felt hot, very hot inside that I felt I needed to use the toilet, then I went cold, really cold that I become too aware that the AC was on, so he had a girlfriend all this while? I could feel my alter ego sharpening her knife and waiting to draw blood!!! VISIT http://kanzahsays.com |
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EPISODE 12 I. Just. Got. Dumped. Men have stupid ego, everybody knows that, no wonder feminists still yell and scream patriarchy every time. Jhay was asking how life is with me, if am cool and fine, if I still use my Skype account, I demanded to know why he is asking all those questions, we have not spoken for like 3months now. He told me he feels we should still be friends if things don’t work out the way we want it to, I was boiling already, why did I ever ever date him? How come I just realized he is so not my type? Jhay actually called to break up with me coolly on phone! And he still wants to keep in touch with me on Skype! Perhaps he wants to show me his new girlfriend or tell me tales of how cold London is! He mumbled few more silly things I could not comprehend while the security man who was on his knees infront of Farhan was still pleading for mercy, the scene wasn’t funny to me anymore, neither was what Jhay was telling me, he said goodbye in a very distant manner and hung up immediately! Wow. Farhan stopped what he was doing and the security man ran all the way back to the security division, we strolled towards my hostel and I was moody till we got to my hostel gate, Farhan kept asking what was wrong and I kept telling him am OK, I said goodnight weakly and fell into bed the moment I got into my room, my roommate was still up, doing midnight call with her Fiance, they were talking about their wedding, yuck!!! I plugged in my earpiece and tossed all night. Funny images swam in and out of my watery thoughts, I tasted salt at a point. I had been crying but for what? It would have been easier if I broke with him instead but it is better he did, I can’t imagine being on the losing side if things turn out well for him. The text he sent on the walk back to my hostel even made things worse “Just thought you ought to know, I wanted to propose the day you stormed out of the car and angrily left. And i still wonder why I have to tell you I am taking you to my parent’s house? That wouldn’t be your first time there. I hope you turn out to better to the next someone out there. Good luck. Love Jhay. “VISIT http://kanzahsays.com |
EPISODE 11 Dear Diary, Even though I had vowed never ever to get involved in any act of crime, I was treated like a criminal when the security caught Farhan and I, according to them we were violating the school rules on decency, I was mortified and I kept repeating “sir we were just hugging!” the man almost slapped me at a point. He pushed us into the bus and drove us to the security division. It was when he wanted to collect our ID cards as well that I couldn’t take it anymore, he forcefully snatched it from my hands and cut my tag, he then proceeded to collect Farhan’s own, calmly without a fight, Farhan gave it to him. I was annoyed! So much for being a law student. He started filling our name into the offenders list or what not, he asked who Lanre Coker-Badmus was and I shrugged, he asked if I was the daughter of Major Coker-Badmus, I turned towards the wall instead and pretended not to hear him. I know how powerful my surname could be, that won’t be the first time I would be getting such reaction. He faced Farhan and asked if his Balarabe was the one of Kaduna? The Balarabe that owns Balarabe and sons construction company, Farhan replied in the affirmative and the man dropped the pen he was holding and broke into a sheepish smile exposing his kolanut stained teeth, I look every where except his face, it was irritating, the crisscross of tribal marks across his face made it seem as though he was scratched by an angry woman robbed off her pot of meat, the room itself is dingy and reeked of sweat, tobacco and cheap beer, the burukutu local alcohol mixture the gateman chugs down in our house. He started cracking dry jokes and the Walnut he kept on the dirty table painted with all sorts of ink, he then asked Farhan if he has anything for him, he returned our ID cards as he said this, and smiled his dirty disgusting smile again, Farhan smiled and ask him to come and talk outside, when we were outside, Farhan pretended like he was looking for money in his pocket, he let out an alarm and said there was no cash on him, then he asked him to follow us to the ATM spot, he agreed immediately and called out to those inside that he would be back soon, I walked behind them and jammed my hands into my hoodie, it was so cold outside and the man wore only a jersey. Smh When we got to the ATM spot, Farhan started to ask the man what he wanted again, he asked why he wants to collect money from him and his friend, the man foolishly replied he wants to have a taste of Balarabe’s money, he asked for the man’s name again and the man answered and even mentioned bis surname smiling stupidly glancing at me from time to time. Farhan withdrew 5000naira and before giving it to the man brought out his phone and played an audio, he had totally roped the poor man, the man was jabbering away about how he wants to “chop” Balarabe’s money, I bursted into laugher, the man was so busted, he started bragging and threatening to deal with us, then Farhan reminded him of who my dad was, how they would bundle him straight to the barracks and beat his life inside out.. Hahahahhaa Farhan is a Savage! Even though he looks so…. Alluring, we were still having fun with the miserable old man when my phone vibrated, the caller ID showed +173690****, I picked it up wondering who it might be, it is definitely not Toke my cousin that lives in London, the familiar sexy drawl hit my ears the moment I said hello, I froze and stared wide eyed at Farhan who was still laughing, it was Jhay!!! visit http://kanzahsays.com leave comments |
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EPISODE 10 Dear Diary!!! Yay, am super excited! Remember the night class? I took Prof. Fajuyi’s boring material and a bottle of water. Class was noisy as usual, I mean I get it when classes are noisy in the day, but at night? It can be frustrating at times when you go to class to prepare for one hot test or exam the next day. My room is a no no no for reading, I have a special relationship with my bed, there is something seductive about the bedspread that makes me want to lay on it and close my eyes when I read in my room. I hate the school library, I hate books and reading so the library is like a hellhole for me,besides all those serious academics will make you feel like a loser when you see them eating piles upon piles of book. I have only been to the library once and that was for my library card reg! So, I had settled down to read prof. Fajuyi’s boring material, I had to start from the beginning, I had forgotten everything I had read or have I? I was in the fifth page already, trying to get the divisions of microbes into my head when someone tapped me from the back. It was Farhan! I said a quiet Heyy and went back to reading. I wasn’t reading actually I thought he was going to come over and sit beside me, but he didn’t! I lost concentration and continued flipping through pages anyway, my neck and shoulders were aching already from trying to maintain my poise, I pretended I needed a drink and reached into my bag, I had not taken two sips of water when he asked if I can give him some too. I felt somehow, that was too forward, but I passed the water bottle without looking at him after thoroughly cleaning the smudges my lip gloss left on the bottle. He returned it and said what he wanted is gone already, I pretended I didn’t hear him again and jammed my earpiece in my ears. I had stopped reading at this point and decided to surf the net instead. When it was almost 11pm, I left the class without saying goodbye. I was almost at the gate of my hostel, when I felt someone pull at the cardigan around my waist, I screamed and yanked my earpiece of my ears, it was Farhan! I was so annoyed that I shouted and asked what he wanted. He shrugged and started talking about how I was giving him attitude in class, maintaining my cool girl hand folded on the chest pose, I didn’t say a word. I turned to leave but he pulled me back again, jeez it felt good.. I pretended I was annoyed and ask him what was wrong with him upstairs. Eheheheh he then said his phone got stolen blahblahblah and he just got a new one, I was secretly pleased but I didn’t show him, he begged me for my number again and I gave him after acting like I wouldn’t. As I made to leave again, he pulled me back into a warm hug and I responded, God knows I needed a warm hug, my head was singing ” yes yes thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus” When we felt a huge beam of flashlight on us. A man barked “Oya come here!” Diary, it was the school’s security!!! visit http://kanzahsays.com |
EPISODE 9 Dear Diary, It is test week and I am so not prepared, I have lots of assignments to submit, hostel is so so boring, a girl celebrated her birthday yesterday and she gave me cake, the cake had all those extra extra touch ups, I don’t get the idea of over decorating cakes when most people wouldn’t touch the frosting. My roommate and I are talking now I have this funny feeling she is preggos, she has been vomiting a lot lately, ehehehe symptoms of pregnancy for sure. My life has taken a turn for the boring, I don’t know why Farhan hasn’t called back since then, I see his stupid sister Farida almost everyday and the gist all over the faculty of science is that she had dumped that her stupid boyfriend for the ugly one with pomo lips, I don’t know why some beautiful girls have such poor taste, khai! Ehn ehn, some girls were caught smoking weed in my hostel, they were taken to the students affairs division this morning by the hostel security, one of them is a girl I admire so much, Aliyah can dress for Africa mehn, she has a drop dead gorgeous body too, I also heard her gp is 4.6something, I used to worship her, now I get the saying “do not judge a book by it’s cover” Jhay has been posting pictures of him on Facebook recently, and it background doesn’t look Nigerian, smh he has forgotten me totally. I am getting more bored every minute, I have to go, I would go and “read” in class tonight, lol I hope they won’t steal my phone this time around, and No, I won’t sleep off after reading two pages of Prof. Fajuyi’s boring material. Bye! visit http://kanzahsays.com |
EPISODE 8 Men are wicked, I swear men are really wicked, Farhan didn’t call back after that one time, and I had rushed outside to prepare myself for his second call, I bumped my leg against the shoe rack in the process and my roommate was laughing, I spent almost an hour outside with mosquitoes attacking me from every angle last night, I couldn’t even sleep on time and he didn’t call back till I fell asleep. I felt so miserable ehn, I could not even concentrate in classes, and I missed 20marks again, the assignment is 20marks and I didn’t do it, and Prof. Fajuyi was just rambling on and on about Microbes, I have never liked his classes anyway, not since the day he asked me a question and I couldn’t give an answer, the foolish man made me stand in front of the class while he corrects me and even said something about toothpick girls that likes fashion but have empty brains, it is not my fault I carried over his course 3times and I am still carrying that same course, God knows have tried my best and any spill over weapon fashioned against me will go back to sender, amen!!! he ruined my rep with the carry overs because I always get to sit with smelly, unfashionable, awkward 100 level students, one of them was even asking me out, that idiot!, but that didn’t stop the coolest people in my department from giving me invites to really cool parties even though I hate almost every one of them. Yes Microbiology students are so stupid, they like to lick asses a lot and I don’t like it, I don’t like desperate people at all they embarrass me, I hate people sucking up to me like I hold the key to their destiny. I saw Farida today as well with her scrawny looking boyfriend even though I heard she is stylishly going out with Fola Scott, one short boy with pomo lips that is in engineering, I don’t know why girls follow him like flies, he is so ugly hahaha, he is the African reincarnation of Shrek, just that his own ears look like those of an elf, it forms a number 7 shape when you are looking at him from the back, God so much ugliness for one person. Eh ehn, that yesterday gist, hmmm there is one girl called Chinyere in my hostel, my hostel mates have been hush hush hushing about her sleeping with the man that owns our hostel, the funny twist to this gist is the man is said to be sleeping with her roommate and every girl in her crew, they said she does her own businesses with the man codedly and the can of worms got opened when one of her friends caught her shouting on him on phone for not sending the money for the abortion as promised. Smh that Chinyere girl is something else sef, that was how she was giving Jhay sexy eyes whenever he comes around and she sees him, that stupid idiot. Talking about Jhay, he still hasn’t called, maybe I should just pity him and call him, he would be dying inside now, that am sure of, and didn’t they say the devil you have always known is better than the angel you just met? And also something keeps telling me that Farhan boy is as stupid as his sister, he looks like a player as well, I can feel it from the way he talks. Lemme go and prepare indomie and egg, laters. And I got stained in class today, my period came unannounced, and it was one Muslim girl named Fatimah that gave me her Ankara gele. it was so embarrassing! VISIT http://kanzahsays.com |
EPISODE 7 Khai! I don’t know why the devil would choose to pour sand into your Garri after you finish adding sugar. Why will Farida be Farhan’s sister? Why will God curse someone as dashing as that with a retarded bimbo for a sister? They don’t even look alike! Farida looks like those typical blue blood mixed race Hausa kids, very fair skin, beautiful face (empty brain and ugly heart of course ) black silky hair, a very big thanks to her Lebanese mum! A mind blowing hourglass figure, (this is one of the reasons I hate her too) and that perfect set of teeth with a gap between her two front teeth, she even has pink lips! Lawd while him, he has a beautiful chocolate skin, I don’t know what he looks like really really well enough apart from his skin colour, so till I see him in the day sha, and me o, I am just the definition of average just passing plain Jane. I should have been a boy maybe that is why I was named Lanre. But the thing is, I like Farhan, I really like Farhan, Jhay should come and tell me it’s over lemme move on jor, but how can I be cool with him when his sister is one daft idiot who is my sworn enemy! We have always been enemies just because of an encounter we had at Chicken and Chillies, I accept I have anger issues but still, that doesn’t give anybody any right to treat me like shit, that idiot expected me to hold the door for her so she could pass which I didn’t, she wasn’t expecting me not to and the door smacked her right in the face and am not sorry, because her stupid baby boo, one useless Somto in 200level Architecture or what is even his course sef (that boy is into yahoo o) was shouting and making nonsense threats, odeh! As if I fear him and his fellow broke crew and fellow cult members, my dad would treat the shit out of their Bleep up. It’s an advantage to be the only daughter of a military personnel Sha. What was I saying before sef, ehn ehn, so I honestly don’t know what to do, my roommate is there watching movie on her stupid system and she has her earpiece on, she would talk to me tomorrow morning, that am sure of, that one is a wife material 10000000005458263385555 yards. I don’t even know what I would wear to class tomorrow and it’s Monday, jeeeez!!!! I have a 2page assignment to submit tommorow morning o, this is Bleep up mehn! What else do I want to say ooo, okay okay one of my roommate’s friends birthday is next week, I might not go sef, what else o, I heard a girl in my…oh my gosh!!!! Farhan is calling, chow! I will wait for him to call for the second time before I pick eheheheheh, and Diary anybody that reads you without my permission is stupid, am going outside to receive his call when he calls back and my stupid roommate might peep into you. and you, Yes you are stupid!!! VISIT http://kanzahsays.com |
EPISODE 6 Mr white was the one calling me a black widow, I am supposed to be really really annoyed but I found myself almost smiling, my inner Thatcher knocked some sense into me at that moment and I frowned instead, I stopped and waited for him to get to where I was, students who were eager to get back to their hostels were already cramming me against one another, one stupid boy was even rubbing his junk against me, nonsense!! He took his time and strolled confidently towards me, I took in his appearance and tried to do an X-ray of him, I couldn’t, my stupid brain refused to process, it seems to be telling me ‘error 404 not found’. This is madness, what could be so mesmerizing about a regular guy wearing an all white attire like the Eyo masquerades in Lagos, there is nothing out of this world to his appearance, so I wonder what is really happening to me, this is voodoo, this is real voodoo… He smiled the moment he got close to me, oh my he has a beautiful set of teeth as well, even in the dark they were like stars lighting up a cold dark night.. Hmmm I never knew I was this poetic. Ehhehehe He introduced himself and gave his name as Farhan, 500level Law student, stays in Napoleon Hostel, blah blah blah, I also pretended to be cool, calm and collected and I started speaking my posh form of English, hahaha it was fun, I kept flipping my weaves to the sides like ‘duh, am so Behind, so classy’ Zzzzzzz, we exchanged numbers and he saw me off to the hostel, I had a nice time chatting with him and I nearly flung my arms around his neck when we got the common room, the Ape-looking skinny Porter (I swear she looks like an ape) was on duty that night, she was too engrossed with the Telemundo she was watching that she wouldn’t have noticed if he had followed me into my room. He left with the promise to call me the next day, I walked into my room feeling like a little girl who had just been given a truckload of candies.. Hahaha this feels good. I was humming to myself till I got to my room, I opened the door and what do I see? My roommate was sitting on her bed with Natasha and Farida flanking her on both sides, she glared at me when she saw me, that stupid girl. I was removing my clothes when Farida came to tap me, ‘Hey I was told you were flirting with my brother’ |
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Music soothes the soul, it calms you down, it can even make you high when you feel low, majority of people that listens to music do so just for the fun of it, which is entertainment, however music teaches us morals and exposes us to the realities of life, story for another day. Nigerian music which is widely listened to across Africa and the world has had it music teaching values as well as entertaining for years. Some Nigerian artists have helped in making some words which were not frequently used in day to day conversations, popular. The following are some of the artists and how they made the following words popular – Dbanj with Endowed: The word endowed became well known to Nigerians when Dbanj sang about it in his hit track Mr Endowed, many people thought it was Dbanj’s coinage until they checked their dictionary, I could remember my cousin telling me endowed was Dbanj’s middle name. The word boosted the use of vocabulary among Nigerians especially the male folk, not a few used the line when asking a pretty lady out. – Patoraking with Bomba: He added the Jamaican patois Bomba which means tampon to the Nigerian vocabulary, this became so popular that other artists have copied him. – Dbanj with Oliver Twist: Most Nigerians who passed through secondary would have heard the name Oliver Twist, either in literature classes or amongst their peers, however not everyone has the luxury of going to a secondary school, Dbanj gave the public who do not know about the 18th century Victorian period fictional hero an insight into what it means to be an Oliver Twist, with the chants of Oliver Oliver Twist rendering the air whenever the song is played. – Falzthebadguy with Hello Bae: The word which is an acronym for Before Anyone/Anything Else to show fondness and love found it way into Nigerian use when Falz released a hit single titled ‘ello bae, even though the video is hilarious, the message could still be deduced, ‘bae’ became the word for lovers replacing other pet names like Darling, Dear, love. – Cynthia Morgan with le boo: Cynthia Morgan made the word boo popular by using it while singing, in the intro of her hit song Don’t break my heart, she mentioned le boo as well as in other songs she sang about love. The word boo became even more popular all thanks to the hit single Reggae blues by Harrysong featuring Kcee, Olamide, Orezi. source: http://Kanzahsays.com
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EPISODE 5 I saw white expanse and I thought of happy days and beautiful green fields, my head was reeling, it is so amazing how emotions can change within seconds, or maybe my head is playing tricks with me. I was face to face with the definition of “dashing” well set jaw, chocolate-skinned, nice set of teeth, good looking, dreamy eyes and from the look of things, nice height…. I couldn’t make sense of all he was trying to say still, the noise is too much, but I pretended like I could hear him and I was nodding along to all he was saying, he was gesticulating wildly and I was nodding furiously as well trying to read his lips, geeez,those lips….. He was still talking when his stupid friend came from wherever he had been to tell him something, they talked for more than a minute before he rose and followed his friend, touche! I hate that stupid friend of his already. I couldn’t concentrate anymore and I kept turning to the back to check if he was back or not, he was nowhere to be found till the show ended, I started feeling irritated again for no reason and I snapped at my roommate when she screamed something into my ears,poor girl she was shocked but quickly recovered, she turned to the other side and started taking selfies with a bunch of girls I don’t talk to! I was hurting, seeing that guy and watching him speak seemed like the balm for the ache in my heart, geeeez! Am I supposed to be this fascinated by a total stranger, for God’s sake i am still Jhay’s girlfriend, until he calls me tomorrow to break things up, yeah break things up and not fix things up, I think am way too full of life to be tied down to someone as boring as Jhay, duh he has a job already blah blah blah, he used to be my definition of perfect when I was still a stupid girl, now I think am wiser, even the way he drawls his word seem childish now… God why am I seeing all these flaws now? The stupid show ended with a stupid song from one of the stupid wannabe musicians in school, with his stupid stage name ‘Yung Fezzy’, my roommate has left me to go take selfies with Olamide, to hell with them all, rubbish people, I beckoned at her when I got tired of sitting and she gave me a ‘Bleep you’ stare instead, our friends were no where to be found, now I have to find my way back to the hostel, my stupid roommate is still giggling and smiling, Idiot go and carry belle, ode oshi, I can’t help cussing her, I stood up eventually from the pavilion and joined a groupie leaving the stadium as well, they were busy talking about how Vector threw his shirt at the audience, and trash talking the boy that caught it, idiots…. We had almost gotten to the stadium gate when I heard ‘hey there!’ everybody in the group turned and waited, each asking “me?” I hissed and continued walking bumping into one of them, until I heard ‘hey Black widow’!!! I still wouldn’t turn, all those stupid hundred level student that wouldn’t respect a final year student, rubbish, I was at the gate already held up with the huge crowd waiting to get out when I felt a tap on my shoulder, I had no choice this time around, with my mouth ready to spill out insults and face contorted with anger, I turned and lo! It was *all* *white! * |
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