Capableben's Posts
Nairaland Forum › Capableben's Profile › Capableben's Posts
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 (of 54 pages)
WHITEWIZARD:hope you followed to the end? |
McBrooklyn:hahahahaha fly go enter your mouth o. Wetin come make you dey laugh? |
Lalasticlala, food is ready here |
skillful01:You can do INTER UNIVERSITY TRANSFER and continue in the same level and course, except of you dont like your current course. |
jworos:hahahahaha lol. |
skillful01:How you wan take change school? Inter uni transfer or Jamb? |
Joshrob:i concur, have you eaten garri with bread or eba with water soup in school?? Lol |
Dhanidhamy:lol, oya, tell Lalasticlala to push it to FP so that others can laugh too |
SECTION IV Back in my room, i was left with one option -Eba and water soup. Water soup was quite easy to prepare: boil water, add palm oil salt and maggi. With my eba, i gulped down the soup and slept off. That was a perfect definition of hunger, i don't think any earthling has a better definition. SOURCE: www.ogabenji..com |
Section III Approximately two hours later, i began to walk down to the venue majestically with a gait that oozed class. After all, who wouldn't look smart in an italian suit? On getting to the gate of the compound, i paused and took out my handkerchief to wipe my face while i had my eyes roving round to check for any unoccupied seat. The gate man couldn't even summon the courage to ask if i was invited or not, probably because of the class and charisma my dress sense exuded. Luckily for me, the last seat on the last row just a few steps away was empty, but then i noticed a tag on it that read "Uche Bolaji” and it dawned on me that the guests came on invitation. Well, as a sharp "area” boy that was hungry, this wasn't solid enough to deter me from taking this opportunity,so i went ahead and took the seat. Almost as soon as i sat down, i noticed a lady that seemed to be managing the event walking up to my direction; immediately i put on the countenance of a “big man” to avoid suspicion. “Good evening sir, you must be uhm Engr. Bolaji”, she asked with an electrifying smile on her face. “Yes, I'm Ben Bolaji”, i replied and cleared my throat in a bid to sound more confident. She then looked confused and checked the paper she was holding. “ But sir, this seat was reserved for Uche Bolaji and.. ”, “Yes, I am Uche's younger brother, he asked me to stand in for him, cant you see we share same surname?”, i cut in immediately to avoid the wave of suspicion. She then smiled and apologised for the inconveniences she caused me. “Don't worry, its okay. Just serve me something ”, i instructed her. A few minutes later she came back empty handed with an apologetic look. " sir, im really sorry. Your elder brother Uche contacted earlier and made provisions for his share of the food and drinks to be sent to his house, after he gave the family cogent reasons as to why he wont be able to attend this event. “ooh, i see.”,i was practically weeping inside me when i heard this, i decided to cast my self esteem away and beg her in humility. After all, who self esteem epp? “sister, abeg, find me food chop abeg”, i asked her in a low tone. She smiled and said “Bros, food don finish totally, na you i carry this pure water come for”, and handed me a satchet of table water. My eyes became red; in short, tears were at the verge of rolling down my eyes, so i quickly stood up and left the venue back to my room to avoid embarrassments. |
Joshrob:On point. |
WHITEWIZARD:hope you enjoying it? |
Section II From my cursory investigation, a family house down the street was about to hold a reception party for their eldest son that had his white wedding earlier that day. Peeping into the venue, i noticed that everything was in place already for the occasion - chairs were neatly arranged, the attendants were dressed already, guests mostly in suits were already trooping in and most importantly, food and drinks would be served obviously. "God don answer my prayer, na God win o, na God win o...” , i exclaimed to myself and rushed back to my room to get dressed for the event. Apparently, corporate wear was the dress code, so i reached out for my suit that i had only worn once since my mum bought it for me a year ago. " Mama, i love you. You certainly knew a day like this was gonna come and you got me ready for it, sweet Mama”. In 15 minutes, i was fully dressed up but i decided to delay my movement and get there at the "right time” - the time for the distribution of item 7. |
Section I It was a hot Saturday afternoon, four months ago - a day i can never forget. We had finished our semester examinations the previous day and most students on campus had vacated for their various homes, i was one of the few that were still in school. I didn't have any money on me to foot my transport fare home, afford a plate of food or even buy airtime to inform my parents who had no idea about the status quo. I was a practically a penniless pauper. I laid down on my mattress, staring at the ceiling with my phone beside my head, hoping for a "miracle call” from home. An hour past, another past, yet no call came in. I looked at my watch, it was 12:00pm already and i haven't had breakfast. I stood up and walked to my provisions locker majestically as though i didn't know the only food stuffs i had were palm oil, Maggi seasoning and a piece of dry fish heavily infested with ants. There was a left over cup of garri too. With these items, i could only prepare ‘eba’ and ‘water soup’. I had to make do after all what other options were at my disposal’, i muttered. I have seen hungry people many times, on TV and on the streets but i haven't really had a first hand experience of what it feels to be really hungry for like a day. I hadn't eaten since i wrote my last exam the previous day, i resorted to gulping down water in cups. By my rough estimate i had drunk 25 litres of water from the previous day to that Moment. There was no better " definition of hunger ” than this. "Was God punishing me for a sin i committed hitherto?", " have my parents disowned me?”, " Nobody cares about me any more, i must disown my parents when i eventually get home ”, i kept muttering to my self while starring casually at the ceiling. Suddenly, i heard the earsplitting sound of a speaker playing music down the street of my lodge and decided to go check out the reason for such nuisance......
|
It was a hot Saturday afternoon, four months ago - a day i can never forget. We had finished our semester examinations the previous day and most students on campus had vacated for their various homes, i was one of the few that were still in school. I didn't have any money on me to foot my transport fare home, afford a plate of food or even buy airtime to inform my parents who had no idea about the status quo. I was a practically a penniless pauper. I laid down on my mattress, staring at the ceiling with my phone beside my head, hoping for a "miracle call” from home. An hour past, another past, yet no call came in. I looked at my watch, it was 12:00pm already and i haven't had breakfast. I stood up and walked to my provisions locker majestically as though i didn't know the only food stuffs i had were palm oil, Maggi seasoning and a piece of dry fish heavily infested with ants. There was a left over cup of garri too. With these items, i could only prepare ‘eba’ and ‘water soup’. I had to make do after all what other options were at my disposal’, i muttered. I have seen hungry people many times, on TV and on the streets but i haven't really had a first hand experience of what it feels to be really hungry for like a day. I hadn't eaten since i wrote my last exam the previous day, i resorted to gulping down water in cups. By my rough estimate i had drunk 25 litres of water from the previous day to that Moment. There was no better " definition of hunger ” than this. "Was God punishing me for a sin i committed?", " have my parents disowned me?”, " Nobody cares about me any more, i must disown my parents when i eventually get home ”, i kept muttering to my self while starring casually at the ceiling. Suddenly, i heard the earsplitting sound of a speaker playing music down the street of my lodge and decided to go check out the reason for such nuisance....
|
@Victorez007, nice post. I like your blog design too, how can i get such for my blog? also give me a review of my blog. www.ogabenji..com |
Self-confidence is succinctly the trust you have in your abilities,qualities and judgement. If you want to build your self confidence, start by cultivating a good attitude, Identify your negative thoughts and put a positive spin on them. Note your talents and take pride in them. Everyone is good at something, so discover the things at which you excel, and then focus on your talents. Give yourself permission to take pride in them. Express yourself, whether it's through art, music, writing, or dance. Find something you enjoy and cultivate a talent to go with your interest. Also Learn how to deal with your emotions, be comfortable with fear and stop comparing yourself to others- everybody is unique in their own way and have different purposes in life, hence the reason why many seem to be successfully ahead of others- thats because they have discovered their strengths and purpose in life. Discover yours. Finally, take care of yourself and learn how to set goals and take risks. Life itself is a risk and the greatest men that walk this planet have taken a number of risky decisions at one point or the other. Do this and your confidence "bar" will turn green! Source: http://ogabenji..com.ng/2017/02/building-your-self-confidence.html?m=1
|
chiefolododo:Lol, is that all you can suggest. You can do better sir. |
Good morning Nairaland Engineers. My classmates and i want to do a project for our department, a project that will benefit the department and probably the whole school. We are currently in 300Level and desire to achieve this before we graduate. Please i need your witty suggestions and The project must be related to chemical engineering. Thank you sirs, as i anticipate your replies. |
Good morning Nairaland Engineers. My classmates and i want to do a project for the department, a project that will benefit the department and probably the whole school. We are currently in 300Level and desire to achieve this before we graduate. Please i need your witty suggestions and The project must be related to chemical engineering. Thank you sirs, as i anticipate your replies. |
EngrBouss:uhm, i received your email sir. Im not completely familiar with Nairaland email system. So i decided to contact you here. |
falconey:Tell ua about yours |
Bluezy13:You had no new year Resolutions ![]() |
We have barely two days till this year 2016 wraps up. Tell us about the New year resolutions/goals You made at the beginning of this year that you were able to meet. ![]() |
Naijasinglegirl:please, can you name a bookshop i can purchase the hardcopy right now in Lagos?? Also, how much is it? |
HAPPY CHRISTMAS AND A PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR TO MY NAIRALAND FAMILY TOO....... ....meanwhile, this is how I destroy chickens today
|
Drienzia:lol, hahahahahha |
God bless FAYOSE and Ekiti state...... Meawhile... This is how i destroy Chickens this Christmas! I know no recession!
|
Its so sad. May God give his family the fortitude to bear the loss.. Meanwhilw.... Let me clue you in on how i destroy chicken this xmas.
|
rokiatu:Northeast. ![]() |
Lalasticlala ![]() |
princejonhealth:sir, how does this relate to the subject matter ![]() |





