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safarigirl:number 1 team lng term users |
Later in the week... "Hello, this is Angelina from JAMZIG telecommunications company. I would love to speak with Mr Olawale Omotolani" "Yes, I'm Olawale Omotolani", Tola said frowning. "I'm glad to inform you that you have been offered a job in our company" "What?! Really?! Are you serious?!", Tola said in shock. "Yes sir, a copy of the offer and benefits package have been sent to your email. You'll find every information you need there" "Ah! Yes! Yes! Yes! I made it...", Tola was shouting and jumping with excitement. When he finally decided to calm down, he checked his email for the offer and benefit package. "4.2 million naira per annum?! 350k per month?! Wow! That's great for a start!". Tola began to sing Femi's b'aye mola. "A pe ko to je ko ni je ibaje, ewo orisa ni. Won ni oni suuru lo ni ohun gbogbo...". The song started bringing dead memories to life. Tola was barely 10 years old when he lost his mother. His parents got divorced when he was an infant and he had been with his mother since then. Things were going smoothly with his mother doing many odd jobs to give him a good life. Not until that fateful day. The day that monsterous being made his lovely picture of a future with his mother a night mare. He was little but he knew her mother's boss wanted her to do something she didn't like but she declined. He forced her to do it and it killed her. "He raped her to death!", Tola shouted with tears in his eyes. He had vouched to make the rich cry since that day. Not until... "Kpon! Kpon!" A knock at the door interrupted his thought. "Ki lo de?!" (what is it?), Tola shouted. "Kangol ni, Daddy n pe e jo" (Daddy is calling you), Bayo answered. "Mo ti gbo" (I have heard), he said vexed. After 5 minutes, Tola was in the sitting room with his family. "Tolani", his father called "Sir", Tola answered. "I have talked to Mr Fola, the owner of the boutique in the next street. He said he needs a sales boy. We've agreed that you start work there on monday" "I'm not interested dad. I've gotten a job" "Which job? Stealing just like your mother right" "Don't you dare mention my mother again!", he defended, walking out on them. |
tolajumoke:abeg no vex. Its loading... |
Am very sorry 4 d fight evrybody. I reacted out of anger without thinking much about it. Outta thread. Jamzig abeg holla at me wen funaab release calender |
mdee1:u waited after calling me mumu 4st. Issokay |
Gibimade:tanx ![]() |
Gibimade:because of fyt abi. Sori to disappoint u. D shw is over. |
vykta:am veri sori. Nd i'll ignore him 4rm nw. Its just dat i hate it wen guys try to take advantage of gals. He tinks becos am a girl he cn insult me and get away with it. Calling me an imb3cile ontop wetin? Tanx a lot jare |
mdee1:tk ur tiny d1ck and go f**k d hole in ur bed. I tink dat will compensate ur sori azz. Oya take tayo water and cool down. I'll ignore u 4rm nw on. Ave given ur lonely thing enof attentn. Go get under d covers |
smpple go just dey do lyk say na dem sabi tlk pass ![]() |
mdee1:*yawns* |
Gibimade:i no even see person date na dis ugly mucheche. I bet he sinned a lot in his past life |
mdee1:prove wetin? Cos i tld u to mind ur biz. See dis nitwit o. I no even see person target its dis imb3cile dat spits through his azz. Hw many times have u see me comment on this thread? Close ur bulldozer like teeth abeg. Saying shitty stuff. U dnt even knw me in person. U dnt knw hw i roll nd ure saying smpple's go'n teach me. |
mdee1:I just discovered that your level of immaturity has gone to its peak. U toothless bull dog. U tink am an idiot for nt calling u names in the first place. See this douche bag calling me names. I tink u nid a cerebrum implant. Tank God say aro no far frm funaab. U nid to go dia 4 a chk up. U want an e fight am in 4 it. If dats wat will mk d thread lively, leggo. Wowo, u don carry ur stupidity enter dis thread |
Jamzig1:cm hlp me switch am off ![]() |
Jamzig1:wetin dis one dey feel lyk nw. Abeg go tk sleeping pills |
mdee1:lmao...i dey cm funaab. Wetin go cm hapn? U wnt flog me? It takes a certified mumu to recognise anoda mumu. I no dey do e-fight. Oga oya face front |
[quote author=jjii post=28198885][/quote]i fine pass the three of dem join 2geda |
Tanx 4 d update Tiff. Dem go soon dey beg mich nw |
mdee1:na mata wey don pass u still dey carry on top head lyk dis. Bros abeg go slip |
Nunushokoto:why d insult nw? Abeg swerve jare |
Nunushokoto:mk i hlp am ansa. He's a muslim |
Tayo is just too paranoid |
LaRoyalHighness:no even tlk dat shalewa own. Dat was d role she was to play. Ave seen her tlk in real life and she speaks well |
pelumiakinboye:na u tlk am o |
Continuation... She picked up the phone and pressed the receive button but waited for the person at the other end to speak first. "Hello, babe", a voice from the other end said. "Excuse me, but may I know who this is?" "Eh eh...don't tell me you can't recognise my voice. Any ways, its TJ" Bimpe was more than perplexed at the sound of the name. I bet Shakespare would find it difficult to qualify her feelings with words. "TJ?!", she shrieked in anxiety. "Why are you calling me? What else do you want from me?", she said in a shaky voice. "Meet me at Lu4tv bar in Adeola Odekun, by 5pm on saturday" "Bbbu...", she barely said a word before the was line cut off. She was completely devastated and wasn't aware the traffic had edged forward. "Abeg commot for road", some people were shouting at her. She quickly moved forward as she thought about TJ. TJ, short for Tola Jumoke. She met TJ when she was in Europe. TJ also attended the same university as Bimpe. They had been best friends, not until..."hmmm", she sighed trying so hard not to remember the past events. *** Tola had been staring at his phone since he woke up from his slumber. It had been days since he went for the interview, but hadn't received any call yet. Finally, his phone rang as he dropped it to go take his bath. He quickly grabbed the phone. Too excited to check the caller ID. "You can now excite your callers with great caller tunes...", "Gosh!", he exclaimed, flinging the phone on the bed. It was the network provider. Pissed, he went into the bathroom to take his bath. |
pelumiakinboye:i tink it shld be off he went nt go |
Tanx to slimfit and bhumite for the correctns. Have modified the post. I woke up this morning only to see that part of the post had been cut off. I donno hw that happened but ave been able to sort it out. Tanx once again |
pelumiakinboye:am nt ma o. Am a smalling sombori |
Continuation... As she sat and waited for the traffic to move again, she yawned for the umpteenth time, and then thought about her parents as the traffic finally began to edge forward. Sometimes, it took her over an hour to crawl ten miles on the way home from the office. The sun was not making matters better either. She bet it could melt down a 100 carat diamond. It was 3pm, she had left the office earlier than usual when she couldnt concenterate on her work. She was still in dismay over the event of the night before. She made a mental note to call her parents when she got home. It has been long she spoke to them last. They had both agreed that she should come to Nigeria to run her father's company after graduating in Warcoque Business School. So, they could both stay in Europe to enjoy the rest of their lives. Her father, Vykta Aribigbe, the owner of the biggest telecommunications company in Africa, JAMZIG, and her mother, Bunmi Aribigbe, a retired OAP. They had both been good parents to her and her brother. Her brother, Bimfo was running the branch in Ghana. The phone rang in the car as Bimpe made a turn, and for a minute she hoped that would be Rose, calling to apologise. Rose had been more than a maid to her. She was like a friend and a sister she never had. She looked at the screen to see who it was, an unkown number. "Who could it be", she thought. |
Bhuumhite:tanx |

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hehehe...its lyk som1 didnt allow u sleep ehn...abeg help me switch off ur fone