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timmfink. . . .lol

that was just great man/

Reminds me of Amos Tutuola's Palm Wine Drunkard.

FEAR

E no easy to live for London in the first place. But if u no com get paper, Ol bob na double trouble. The government people for this country jus dey tighten rope for illegal immigrant neck harder and harder. Today you go hear say, na biometric testing dey jus introduce. Tomorrow, you go hear say na ID card. I say if u no believe say the anti-christ dey corner, you suppose go see eye mechanic.

Anyway, me as I dey so now, I jus dey come back from my friend Askoni place. E be tell me say make I com see am about one job, but as you already don guess, na no show. The supervisor na one old wowo woman wey I refuse im invitation a few years back. Walahi, that time I dey hungry for woman sotay, na permanent erection be my nickname. But men, this woman deflate all my desire no be small. Na so she wowo reach. As she see me like this with my friend, she just talk emphatic no. For Cleaner job oo, na im dey take use me pose so. I say, people I don suffer.

So na my situation be that oo. Na my last three pounds I use take enter this Bus 53 to Elephant and Castle. And see as the bus just full. Honestly dey suppose do something about this route. Person go don tire and e no go see seat for inside bus. And the bus slow sotay, e be like journey say na from outside to inside london.

Ahn Ahn why this man dey look me na. In normal circumstances, I for word am well well as Naija man concern. But mehn, this guy big. The guy hench. I dey guess say e no dey less that 6 foot 5. I say mehn, e no go take anything for the guy to tear me into two. And as e dey look me, e no blink one time. E jus dey look me straight for eye.

So jeje, na im i tell am 'Sorry', even though I no know wetin I do. But even as I tell this my man sorry, e still stand there dey look me ooo. Anyway me I no
get time for this, so I waka a bit deeper inside the bus, make I avoid trouble.


Oh my god. E ma gba mi oo. Why this Dongoyaro dey follow me na. See as my heart dey beat now. If na for Naija, I for jus shout, and you knw say naija like amebo, so crowd go gather. But for this country no way ooo. . . . .Dey fit dey rape woman for street, all this yama yama people go just look like say nothing dey happen. I don see where three small pikin wey no pass 14 dey beat person papa for main market, and nobody talk anything.

Anyway, me I no get time for wahala. My stop na still three stops away. . . .I fit waka reach. I go drop for here. Make I leave kingdom for this mad man.

Okay. Make I waka the thing. . . . .Na who get this kain heavy footsteps. Make I turn look. . . . .Lord of Nazareth, this Matamba still dey follow me.

Where I go run reach now ooo. . . .

Yes oh. . , Back to topic

I recommend. . . .'ONLINE ROMANCE' as the next Role play

LadyT:
Hes a carboxylic acid Doyin.

Okay. . .Madam 2 knw, . . . .

You for go register for BBC make dem take you for Mastermind or University Challenge

Berra yet, make you submit yourself to Anne Robinson. Just make sure say you pack your twins wellu wellu or else, a lot more than the TV ratings will RISE

onyinye2:
you got it twisted missy. aint nothing sexual going on here. i was just talking jive.

No mind them jare. . . .

Even if you like am. . . .wetin dey

Alkali abi na Aldehyde. . . .make you no dey jealous like this na
U for put your corrosive self for profile make u dey melt hearts as well

ibkaye:
Ok, this is not 400 words o, sorry o and I rushed it a bit, sorry if it is

CLUB

Enchanting, the most ideal word to describe such the feeling which overtook me last night, overtook everyone, our bodies, our souls, our minds. The night was blissful, filled with beautiful bodies, moving and swaying to exotic rhythms which filled the atmosphere, together with cigarette smoke and the scent of expensive perfume. The air reeked of vodka, it was all new to me, my first time at a club, a real club, not one of the usual high school preppy dances filled with tango and maltina, where the boys manage to smuggle in their dad’s last pack of cigarettes and instantly think they’re cool just because they smoked a gay, what losers, I even managed to bag myself a fake id. It was all Funke’s idea, it was different and I loved it. The heavy sounds of music beat at my ear drums, it was as if I was in another world, a different realm, the music blew me away, such a thrill as my fragile body swung and swayed with the random bloke dancing beside me, our bodies entwined, a strong grip at my hips, yet gentle enough not to bruise me. I felt funky and alive, I felt wonderful.

The sexual tension within the room was killing, too evident, it felt good, it felt bad. For goodness sake I am not even 18 yet, sex is not supposed to occupy my mind, I should be thinking about books and school, yes, pi equals 3.14159265, oh but the feeling was magnificent, waves of ecstasy trickled down my body, like electricity, physics, I wanted to explode and this was only a dance, not even the real thing, but the dance was sexual, like a sexual healing, the erotic dance of zion, oh what am I saying, I’m such a freak.

TO BE CONTINUED

See as our country children jus dey spoil. . . .

Yes she is a talented writer.

Yes he set the mood.

Yes she shows a lot of promise.

But. . . .But me no but jo. It is jus good.