Multaino, y ya doing all d rantings and explanations, Zubby na done meat, whether he believes in forgiveness or not, wetin consain me.
He should just come and fvcking update. He can go lick every offenders butts. Not my popplem..
Ma ish is, make dis tory continue. I dey gbadun am like mula
#iya bisi, i beg gimme another bottle oF kunu#

Here's a diary of my six months at NBC (Nigeria Bottling Company).
If u got a seat belt on u, grab them and sit tight, because you are in for an interesting journey

I would be writing on a go *with my mobile*, would try my very best to keeping you glued to these story

All comments are welcome.

NB: These story is copyrighted, no part of it can be used without prior notice to the author. #hahaha# sounding like true true.. U can copy, but with source.




Chapter 1

It all seem like another morning, in my seemingly busy days. Took my bathe as usual, didn't brush dis, am in a hurry, need to get to work early.
I had had a long night yesterday, slept late, around 12: 30. Was waiting for my Aduke to put a call tru, she eventually did
The conversation was as usual, aw r u dear, am not too fine ope, spent a hunch of my day at my aunts shop, *bla* bla* she almost ruined it
Don't worry dear. Realld out my usual sermon of patience and resilience

No thanks to my alarm, maybe i would av been up earlier, only to open my heavy swollen eyelids, which seem like logs of wood,. *Jeez* its another day, av been told at work to come early to come supervise the expertraites fixing a new warmer on r cocacola can line
*anoder tot*. Y should it b me collecting the work permit self*, dose white punk heads don't even knw aw to speak english, no customary procedures were followed b4 dey started d Job. This guys r just like us, dey r not in anyway different, asides deir white complexion
They feel inferior just like we do, dey r scared *dont knw y*, dey laugh, as stupid* dey dont adhere to safety rules* i had told them d other day to keep deir hair nets on, and wen working at heights deir helmets must b on too.. With so much talk and threat,
Spilling fire and brimstone, that i was going to stop dem if dey didn't, dey all bulged wore it for half an hour, and their goat like nature took sway
They r made of two teams, TNT and KHS. For me, dose guys from TNT r technicians, heaven knws aw much cocacola paid for deir services, probably a fortune.
The brain behind the installation is one 58 year old man, team leader for KHS, he had told me his age, wen i said he's strong seeing him carry a unit for bolting. His got this face that looks like i knw wat am doing, pot belly, must av been as a result of a lot of bear, no beards, non of them is got one.
Goes to d drawing, and dishes out the next instruction

Zubby dey for one corner dey think of him life.. Em long throat dey here, refreshing page

Can hear him mutter under his breath, if continuing these story is worth the pain and effort

There's no grave feeling like being insecure and being deserted
The day u start thinking u r not safe, and u think everyone is got a knack to hurt u, d same day u plunge into a world of loneliness and misery

Oga Zubby, u can't back off, not now, maybe it's too late.. Got a feeling u want to

U started dis thread not to make seun got more members on nairaland #dis thread has obviously led so many to nairaland#,
not even for us ur readers. #damn experience # *knw aw much u look back and say, wat a waste*

U started dis thread for companionship, for acceptance which d real world would not give, not on a platter of gold

U started dis thread in search of peace, in search of reconciliation with the past,

U started dis thread to make not just one of dose uv wronged and helped to stumble on, but u pray all would
As much as u want to say u r sorry, and explain y u acted d way u did
U just can't mutter enof strength to

It is hard to get ppl to listen to ones heartbeats and tot, hard to find ppl to listen to ones story. They see it more like a plot, to dem it's another thriller with lots of intrigues. To dem its another soap opera

To u, its pouring out ur hearts , letting out the pains, pouring out the concealed grieve dat his tearing ur heart apart.

U r not asking for too much, not for a 100,000 views
U r asking for just one person,
just one
Just one real person to share ur story with
So sad dey aint here on nairaland..
So sad dey r screaming for update not cos dey like u as much, but to quench deir hunger for an interesting life with lots of happenings

I knw aw it feels.. Can feel d pains, u shared some of em dem with me, took a chunk of em while reading ur story, a 1000 persons av too

U r making progress bro. This is a rehab, u can't back out now, not now

PM me, don't want to become ur friend dough, but u could share ur story with me.

Zubby dey for one corner dey think of him life.. Em long throat dey here, refreshing page

Can hear him mutter under his breath, if continuing these story is worth the pain and effort

There's no grave feeling like being insecure and being deserted
The day u start thinking u r not safe, and u think everyone is got a knack to hurt u, d same day u plunge into a world of loneliness and misery

Oga Zubby, u can't back off, not now, maybe it's too late.. Got a feeling u want to

U started dis thread not to make seun got more members on nairaland #dis thread has obviously led so many to nairaland#,
not even for us ur readers. #damn experience # *knw aw much u look back and say, wat a waste*

U started dis thread for companionship, for acceptance which d real world would not give, not on a platter of gold

U started dis thread in search of peace, in search of reconciliation with the past,

U started dis thread to make not just one of dose uv wronged and helped to stumble on, but u pray all would
As much as u want to say u r sorry, and explain y u acted d way u did
U just can't mutter enof strength to

It is hard to get ppl to listen to ones heartbeats and tot, hard to find ppl to listen to ones story. They see it more like a plot, to dem it's another thriller with lots of intrigues. To dem its another soap opera

To u, its pouring out ur hearts , letting out the pains, pouring out the concealed grieve dat his tearing ur heart apart.

U r not asking for too much, not for a 100,000 views
U r asking for just one person,
just one
Just one real person to share ur story with
So sad dey aint here on nairaland..
So sad dey r screaming for update not cos dey like u as much, but to quench deir hunger for an interesting life with lots of happenings

I knw aw it feels.. Can feel d pains, u shared some of em dem with me, took a chunk of em while reading ur story, a 1000 persons av too

U r making progress bro. This is a rehab, u can't back out now, not now

PM me, don't want to become ur friend dough, but u could share ur story with me.

Cool piece we got here, been a silent reader. U r d bomb Zubby, aw u give 3D scenes in concise illustration is captivating. More ink to ya biro bro

My tots
Asides his writting prowess, Zubby aint someone worth emulating. Contrary to what he said abt having been motivated by Mazi's calabar story to share is ,
he's sharing it to make peace with his past. He hasn't got someone to share dis with and Nairaland created a platform for such. #Zubby is got no friends# *i mean real friends*

Zubby is possessed, and he's not sure if he trully is.. A part of him tells him he his
He actually is
Funny wen he said he does not belive in God, but believes one madam can charm him

Karma would soon catch up with Zubby, his story would speedy up d process

Dis one wey oga zubby don dey view, some updating things sure today ni yen.
#grabs a chair, looks around. Where is dat kulikuli i bought yesterday sef. Dere it is. A glass of cold pure water from fridge wuld do# oya mr zubby, ride on. First time commenting. More ink to ur biro

Dis one wey oga zubby don dey view, some updating things sure today ni yen.
#grabs a chair, looks around. Where is dat kulikuli i bought yesterday sef. Dere it, is. A glass of cold pure water from fridge wuld do# oya my zubby, ride on. First time commenting. More ink to ur biro