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purples25:
Moved in two years ago or so. My first time of living in a neighborhood like that. Me and hubby trying to sit tight until things got better.

I came in right after having my baby and looked like shit with my natural hair. I relaxed the hair next month and it was very long. I also lost weight and started dressing nice. They weren't laughing anymore. I spoke good English. They looked depressed and intimidated. All the girlfriends of drunks in the area, all the market women wearing wrappers around and some even refused to greet me, that is they refused to respond to my greetings. My first few days there I was passing with my baby and attempted to greet a guy, he muttered that I should dey my dey while he dey on his own, with so much malice and contempt.

I made hair after hair. I used a baby carrier, I never really backed my baby. First day I did that, a drunk passed us and set his red eyes on my baby with such a glare that I was wondering what the little child did to him, is it his fault that his mom got something different to carry him with? My child was fair and cute at that point. People said I was fine and my baby was fine, some kids said when they grow up they want to have my style, some people came up to me and praised me. I didn't know the fire I was lighting up under my own ass ...

I saw a lot of things from those people. I was mocked, they sent their kids to ridicule me in the market, their kids on their own started insulting me and my child. Once I couldn't make that hair again it was a great victory for them, the boys from the betting shop close by will actually call their friends to where i am, point at me and laugh. They observed me very closely and mocked me anytime I wasn't able to keep to the former standard of nice dressing and hair, and dressing up my kid. They started loudly complaining that I never allow my child to walk even if he was just a year plus and walked well at home. Some people will even come up to me and tell me to allow the boy to walk. Someone directly told me it's because I use a baby carrier and not what Is common to the neighborhood, which is backing babies with wrapper.

When that mockery with intensity set up on making me an object of ridicule started, even aboki join in o. When the kids were following me with songs and the women and drunks in the area that I never greet were sated, aboki sef start to dey feel important, they will pass and look me up and down slowly, they would laugh. I had ignited so much hatred by suddenly moving in looking nice and being different with my baby.

A woman dropped a fetish substance of boiled eggs and God knows what at my door to scare me or anything else. A line of women sat in the narrow path we cross every day observing me and my son. They didn't stop observing until when after things got bad, my son turned dark in complexion then they stopped their close up mockery and left in smiles.

I cut my long hair to get them off, if that was the thing that made them angry. They didn't stop, they mocked me more. They started saying I looked like a man, some people will loudly comment to my face when their friends point me out. The stupid drunks in the area felt important, the cowards now felt confident that they now swerve when I pass, idiots. Who should be swerving for who. The same drinks that start playing abusive music about cheating wives and saying all sorts of things to make themselves feel ok because I don't greet them, they said I'm old, they said I've given birth, they said I used to sleep with senators and later they said na me go dey look for senators.

I started speaking pidgin because of the hostility and angry claims that I'm just a poor person who was forming, but that changed nothing.

I can't say all but it really affected me, I went down to feeling like nothing. Leaving for a while never stopped them , when I came back they resumed mockery and monitoring. I left again and now it seems they are sated because they have ridiculed me to a point when they can now take their eyes off me and afford not to care.

I now don't dare to do any hair style that the old women in the neighborhood don't do again, nothing flashy. I don't have that self esteem again, I became hard towards my son, I frown whenever I'm out because I wake up every day remembering my 'downfall' in the neighborhood. I don't know if I will regain my former softness or self esteem, right now I'm like whatever. Sometimes I hit my kid In public, I found myself acting just like those women tying wrapper, those old unfashionable women with hairstyles that make them look even older. I decided today that I'll try and mend my relationship with my son because he no longer looks sad when I hit him, he just got home today and started smashing his most loved toy on the wall. That's anger issues starting because of me, so I'll try to heal and fix things with him.

There are many animalistic people and most, not all, people in the hood are of that type. They can't see you shine and not make you miserable.

I'm glad we may be moving out soon.

Please do not allow unfortunate people...pigs bring you down to their level. But instead let your lifestyle elevate them to see their stupidity. I am happy cuz mfs around me have learnt one or two sh!ts.

If you bend to what they want, they've won. I hardly impress myself, so why would I impress a stranger.

My landlord will reject my next payment cuz dem no reach to make me pack out.

purples25:
Moved in two years ago or so. My first time of living in a neighborhood like that. Me and hubby trying to sit tight until things got better.

I came in right after having my baby and looked like shit with my natural hair. I relaxed the hair next month and it was very long. I also lost weight and started dressing nice. They weren't laughing anymore. I spoke good English. They looked depressed and intimidated. All the girlfriends of drunks in the area, all the market women wearing wrappers around and some even refused to greet me, that is they refused to respond to my greetings. My first few days there I was passing with my baby and attempted to greet a guy, he muttered that I should dey my dey while he dey on his own, with so much malice and contempt.

I made hair after hair. I used a baby carrier, I never really backed my baby. First day I did that, a drunk passed us and set his red eyes on my baby with such a glare that I was wondering what the little child did to him, is it his fault that his mom got something different to carry him with? My child was fair and cute at that point. People said I was fine and my baby was fine, some kids said when they grow up they want to have my style, some people came up to me and praised me. I didn't know the fire I was lighting up under my own ass ...

I saw a lot of things from those people. I was mocked, they sent their kids to ridicule me in the market, their kids on their own started insulting me and my child. Once I couldn't make that hair again it was a great victory for them, the boys from the betting shop close by will actually call their friends to where i am, point at me and laugh. They observed me very closely and mocked me anytime I wasn't able to keep to the former standard of nice dressing and hair, and dressing up my kid. They started loudly complaining that I never allow my child to walk even if he was just a year plus and walked well at home. Some people will even come up to me and tell me to allow the boy to walk. Someone directly told me it's because I use a baby carrier and not what Is common to the neighborhood, which is backing babies with wrapper.

When that mockery with intensity set up on making me an object of ridicule started, even aboki join in o. When the kids were following me with songs and the women and drunks in the area that I never greet were sated, aboki sef start to dey feel important, they will pass and look me up and down slowly, they would laugh. I had ignited so much hatred by suddenly moving in looking nice and being different with my baby.

A woman dropped a fetish substance of boiled eggs and God knows what at my door to scare me or anything else. A line of women sat in the narrow path we cross every day observing me and my son. They didn't stop observing until when after things got bad, my son turned dark in complexion then they stopped their close up mockery and left in smiles.

I cut my long hair to get them off, if that was the thing that made them angry. They didn't stop, they mocked me more. They started saying I looked like a man, some people will loudly comment to my face when their friends point me out. The stupid drunks in the area felt important, the cowards now felt confident that they now swerve when I pass, idiots. Who should be swerving for who. The same drinks that start playing abusive music about cheating wives and saying all sorts of things to make themselves feel ok because I don't greet them, they said I'm old, they said I've given birth, they said I used to sleep with senators and later they said na me go dey look for senators.

I started speaking pidgin because of the hostility and angry claims that I'm just a poor person who was forming, but that changed nothing.

I can't say all but it really affected me, I went down to feeling like nothing. Leaving for a while never stopped them , when I came back they resumed mockery and monitoring. I left again and now it seems they are sated because they have ridiculed me to a point when they can now take their eyes off me and afford not to care.

I now don't dare to do any hair style that the old women in the neighborhood don't do again, nothing flashy. I don't have that self esteem again, I became hard towards my son, I frown whenever I'm out because I wake up every day remembering my 'downfall' in the neighborhood. I don't know if I will regain my former softness or self esteem, right now I'm like whatever. Sometimes I hit my kid In public, I found myself acting just like those women tying wrapper, those old unfashionable women with hairstyles that make them look even older. I decided today that I'll try and mend my relationship with my son because he no longer looks sad when I hit him, he just got home today and started smashing his most loved toy on the wall. That's anger issues starting because of me, so I'll try to heal and fix things with him.

There are many animalistic people and most, not all, people in the hood are of that type. They can't see you shine and not make you miserable.

I'm glad we may be moving out soon.

learnt a lot from this

Kaido:
Where I live currently, I never knew that the landlord, his wife & children were gossiping about me. When a good Samaritan leaked the info to me, I was so happy. I had to withdraw the greetings, upgraded my lifestyle a little just to hurt em haters. I noticed they don't come around to ask for little favours. It is good to stay on wicked mode, when living in any hood.

Mou'fvckers in the hood also castigate and hate me. Found out the hate spread from where I lived. Their females want me to fvxk em but unfortunately I don't do hoodrats. Niggaz be hating, hissing whenever they see me. They hate me cuz I am what they ain't. I have never looked down while walking...my head is always up, as I walked like a gangsta from Compton.


Nigga, you don't have to do shit. Just ignore em and live your life.

doing that already

purples25:
Moved in two years ago or so. My first time of living in a neighborhood like that. Me and hubby trying to sit tight until things got better.

I came in right after having my baby and looked like shit with my natural hair. I relaxed the hair next month and it was very long. I also lost weight and started dressing nice. They weren't laughing anymore. I spoke good English. They looked depressed and intimidated. All the girlfriends of drunks in the area, all the market women wearing wrappers around and some even refused to greet me, that is they refused to respond to my greetings. My first few days there I was passing with my baby and attempted to greet a guy, he muttered that I should dey my dey while he dey on his own, with so much malice and contempt.

I made hair after hair. I used a baby carrier, I never really backed my baby. First day I did that, a drunk passed us and set his red eyes on my baby with such a glare that I was wondering what the little child did to him, is it his fault that his mom got something different to carry him with? My child was fair and cute at that point. People said I was fine and my baby was fine, some kids said when they grow up they want to have my style, some people came up to me and praised me. I didn't know the fire I was lighting up under my own ass ...

I saw a lot of things from those people. I was mocked, they sent their kids to ridicule me in the market, their kids on their own started insulting me and my child. Once I couldn't make that hair again it was a great victory for them, the boys from the betting shop close by will actually call their friends to where i am, point at me and laugh. They observed me very closely and mocked me anytime I wasn't able to keep to the former standard of nice dressing and hair, and dressing up my kid. They started loudly complaining that I never allow my child to walk even if he was just a year plus and walked well at home. Some people will even come up to me and tell me to allow the boy to walk. Someone directly told me it's because I use a baby carrier and not what Is common to the neighborhood, which is backing babies with wrapper.

When that mockery with intensity set up on making me an object of ridicule started, even aboki join in o. When the kids were following me with songs and the women and drunks in the area that I never greet were sated, aboki sef start to dey feel important, they will pass and look me up and down slowly, they would laugh. I had ignited so much hatred by suddenly moving in looking nice and being different with my baby.

A woman dropped a fetish substance of boiled eggs and God knows what at my door to scare me or anything else. A line of women sat in the narrow path we cross every day observing me and my son. They didn't stop observing until when after things got bad, my son turned dark in complexion then they stopped their close up mockery and left in smiles.

I cut my long hair to get them off, if that was the thing that made them angry. They didn't stop, they mocked me more. They started saying I looked like a man, some people will loudly comment to my face when their friends point me out. The stupid drunks in the area felt important, the cowards now felt confident that they now swerve when I pass, idiots. Who should be swerving for who. The same drinks that start playing abusive music about cheating wives and saying all sorts of things to make themselves feel ok because I don't greet them, they said I'm old, they said I've given birth, they said I used to sleep with senators and later they said na me go dey look for senators.

I started speaking pidgin because of the hostility and angry claims that I'm just a poor person who was forming, but that changed nothing.

I can't say all but it really affected me, I went down to feeling like nothing. Leaving for a while never stopped them , when I came back they resumed mockery and monitoring. I left again and now it seems they are sated because they have ridiculed me to a point when they can now take their eyes off me and afford not to care.

I now don't dare to do any hair style that the old women in the neighborhood don't do again, nothing flashy. I don't have that self esteem again, I became hard towards my son, I frown whenever I'm out because I wake up every day remembering my 'downfall' in the neighborhood. I don't know if I will regain my former softness or self esteem, right now I'm like whatever. Sometimes I hit my kid In public, I found myself acting just like those women tying wrapper, those old unfashionable women with hairstyles that make them look even older. I decided today that I'll try and mend my relationship with my son because he no longer looks sad when I hit him, he just got home today and started smashing his most loved toy on the wall. That's anger issues starting because of me, so I'll try to heal and fix things with him.

There are many animalistic people and most, not all, people in the hood are of that type. They can't see you shine and not make you miserable.

I'm glad we may be moving out soon.

Ah.

purples25:
Moved in two years ago or so. My first time of living in a neighborhood like that. Me and hubby trying to sit tight until things got better.

I came in right after having my baby and looked like shit with my natural hair. I relaxed the hair next month and it was very long. I also lost weight and started dressing nice. They weren't laughing anymore. I spoke good English. They looked depressed and intimidated. All the girlfriends of drunks in the area, all the market women wearing wrappers around and some even refused to greet me, that is they refused to respond to my greetings. My first few days there I was passing with my baby and attempted to greet a guy, he muttered that I should dey my dey while he dey on his own, with so much malice and contempt.

I made hair after hair. I used a baby carrier, I never really backed my baby. First day I did that, a drunk passed us and set his red eyes on my baby with such a glare that I was wondering what the little child did to him, is it his fault that his mom got something different to carry him with? My child was fair and cute at that point. People said I was fine and my baby was fine, some kids said when they grow up they want to have my style, some people came up to me and praised me. I didn't know the fire I was lighting up under my own ass ...

I saw a lot of things from those people. I was mocked, they sent their kids to ridicule me in the market, their kids on their own started insulting me and my child. Once I couldn't make that hair again it was a great victory for them, the boys from the betting shop close by will actually call their friends to where i am, point at me and laugh. They observed me very closely and mocked me anytime I wasn't able to keep to the former standard of nice dressing and hair, and dressing up my kid. They started loudly complaining that I never allow my child to walk even if he was just a year plus and walked well at home. Some people will even come up to me and tell me to allow the boy to walk. Someone directly told me it's because I use a baby carrier and not what Is common to the neighborhood, which is backing babies with wrapper.

When that mockery with intensity set up on making me an object of ridicule started, even aboki join in o. When the kids were following me with songs and the women and drunks in the area that I never greet were sated, aboki sef start to dey feel important, they will pass and look me up and down slowly, they would laugh. I had ignited so much hatred by suddenly moving in looking nice and being different with my baby.

A woman dropped a fetish substance of boiled eggs and God knows what at my door to scare me or anything else. A line of women sat in the narrow path we cross every day observing me and my son. They didn't stop observing until when after things got bad, my son turned dark in complexion then they stopped their close up mockery and left in smiles.

I cut my long hair to get them off, if that was the thing that made them angry. They didn't stop, they mocked me more. They started saying I looked like a man, some people will loudly comment to my face when their friends point me out. The stupid drunks in the area felt important, the cowards now felt confident that they now swerve when I pass, idiots. Who should be swerving for who. The same drinks that start playing abusive music about cheating wives and saying all sorts of things to make themselves feel ok because I don't greet them, they said I'm old, they said I've given birth, they said I used to sleep with senators and later they said na me go dey look for senators.

I started speaking pidgin because of the hostility and angry claims that I'm just a poor person who was forming, but that changed nothing.

I can't say all but it really affected me, I went down to feeling like nothing. Leaving for a while never stopped them , when I came back they resumed mockery and monitoring. I left again and now it seems they are sated because they have ridiculed me to a point when they can now take their eyes off me and afford not to care.

I now don't dare to do any hair style that the old women in the neighborhood don't do again, nothing flashy. I don't have that self esteem again, I became hard towards my son, I frown whenever I'm out because I wake up every day remembering my 'downfall' in the neighborhood. I don't know if I will regain my former softness or self esteem, right now I'm like whatever. Sometimes I hit my kid In public, I found myself acting just like those women tying wrapper, those old unfashionable women with hairstyles that make them look even older. I decided today that I'll try and mend my relationship with my son because he no longer looks sad when I hit him, he just got home today and started smashing his most loved toy on the wall. That's anger issues starting because of me, so I'll try to heal and fix things with him.

There are many animalistic people and most, not all, people in the hood are of that type. They can't see you shine and not make you miserable.

I'm glad we may be moving out soon.

Omo!!!
These people don really show you shege!.
It would have been easier if it was just you - but with your kid, it's a whole different thing.

My only advice that I can tell.ypu right now is just to mind your self and ur business, and don't ever tell your brother all that happened but let him come across it himself but the only thing l want you to do is just to keep on shining if possible you can wear two new clothes everyday and eats good and better food in their presence should be ok than for you to confront them, that alone speaks so much about you than comforting those idiots who you r good and better ahead of them, what actually bring them together is what will separate them as time goes on, I've been with those type of mad people before, they got tired of me when they see that I'm only glamoring and shinning, e reach stage them come beg me, I no even do like say na me dem dey follow talk

SporaD8:
Omo!!!
These people don really show you shege!.
It would have been easier if it was just you - but with your, it's a whole different thing.

Another lesson I learned from the neighborhood is that people really don't want you to be better than them. They can reinvent your reputation to make sure of that.

Haaaaaaa why God no create my clones full this life, People for don tire to gossip.

As long as the person isn't clothing, feeding or give you a dime, why the hell should you bother about what they say about you?

If there's anything you can learn From our useless politicians, learn the act of not giving a damn.

They'll loot the national Treasury for ages and we the citizens would lament and complain and lay curses on them till eternity, still they keep up their lifestyles while their abusers write books of lamentation.


Wetin them never call me, snob, childish, arrogant, pompous, wicked guy, woman wrapper, yahoo boy, criminal bla bla bla


Still my height never reduce even 1cm so why should I care?

No gree for anybody, return back every negative energy. Don't greet any supposed hater, infact treat them like they don't exist, if their pikin loose guard near you, tear them hot knock.

Cook sweet smelling rice, disturb the whole compound, no answer anybody wey drop better comment cause them wan partake, na only water wey you use wash pot nai you go come pour outside.


My former house has rows of shops in front where tailor and saloon dey, naso them go siddon for under mango tree dey look Any and every body, just dey gossip like idiots.


When I packed in newly, I'll make sure I bought everything I needed so I won't have to come outside again cause those people go talk your matter tire, but then I was like Bleep it, they are not aiding me in anyway so why should i care what they think.

Naso I turn tables, begin dey torment them like werey, I've got wicked dead eyes that very few people can stand looking directly into, so when ever I'm coming home, I start looking at all of them gossiping under the tree, once they sight me and try to look, they'll find me looking at them instead, naso them go trowey face but me no dey trowey face, till I enter house naso I go dey look them like TV, worse part, I no dey greet neither will I answer any greeting also.

I no dey laugh with any area girl sef, all my bannies are imported, na even for their front I go dey arrange the girl zip after we don waya waya tire.

Them tire for my matter die, it's funny that despite the fact that in my 2 years there, I barely spoke to more than 5 people there, I still became one of the most popular niqqa in that area cause everybody wanted to really know who this mad niqqa is but I was too busy chasing that bag to even give a Bleep about whether People give a Bleep about me.


Know this and know peace, the average Nigerian wants to bring down their neighbors to feel superior, live your life the way you want, you're not answerable to anybody, you're only answerable to your maker, know this and know peace....



purples25 your comment really triggered me a lot.

Madam do what you want and not what people want from you and you'll have your peace of mind.

Anybody that is not impressed should hug transformer and DIE.....

Henceforth ignore her. Withdraw your friendliness. Let action speaks. Never ensue in exchange of words with her.

Therock5555:
Haaaaaaa why God no create my clones full this life, People for don tire to gossip.

As long as the person isn't clothing, feeding or give you a dime, why the hell should you bother about what they say about you?

If there's anything you can learn From our useless politicians, learn the act of not giving a damn.

They'll loot the national Treasury for ages and we the citizens would lament and complain and lay curses on them till eternity, still they keep up their lifestyles while their abusers write books of lamentation.


Wetin them never call me, snob, childish, arrogant, pompous, wicked guy, woman wrapper, yahoo boy, criminal bla bla bla


Still my height never reduce even 1cm so why should I care?

No gree for anybody, return back every negative energy. Don't greet any supposed hater, infact treat them like they don't exist, if their pikin loose guard near you, tear them hot knock.

Cook sweet smelling rice, disturb the whole compound, no answer anybody wey drop better comment cause them wan partake, na only water wey you use wash pot nai you go come pour outside.


My former house has rows of shops in front where tailor and saloon dey, naso them go siddon for under mango tree dey look Any and every body, just dey gossip like idiots.


When I packed in newly, I'll make sure I bought everything I needed so I won't have to come outside again cause those people go talk your matter tire, but then I was like Bleep it, they are not aiding me in anyway so why should i care what they think.

Naso I turn tables, begin dey torment them like werey, I've got wicked dead eyes that very few people can stand looking directly into, so when ever I'm coming home, I start looking at all of them gossiping under the tree, once they sight me and try to look, they'll find me looking at them instead, naso them go trowey face but me no dey trowey face, till I enter house naso I go dey look them like TV, worse part, I no dey greet neither will I answer any greeting also.

I no dey laugh with any area girl sef, all my bannies are imported, na even for their front I go dey arrange the girl zip after we don waya waya tire.

Them tire for my matter die, it's funny that despite the fact that in my 2 years there, I barely spoke to more than 5 people there, I still became one of the most popular niqqa in that area cause everybody wanted to really know who this mad niqqa is but I was too busy chasing that bag to even give a Bleep about whether People give a Bleep about me.


Know this and know peace, the average Nigerian wants to bring down their neighbors to feel superior, live your life the way you want, you're not answerable to anybody, you're only answerable to your maker, know this and know peace....



purples25 your comment really triggered me a lot.

Madam do what you want and not what people want from you and you'll have your peace of mind.

Anybody that is not impressed should hug transformer and DIE.....

You be giran oo 🤣

badboyTee:
You be giran oo 🤣

I no dey talk oh, always minding my business, but if I pour your my vawulence spirit, you go shock if na me or another person...😀😀😀

purples25:
Another lesson I learned from the neighborhood is that people really don't want you to be better than them. They can reinvent your reputation to make sure of that.

Welcome aboard!
Hopeless people always believe that putting others down is the only way to give their miserable life a meaning!
If you allow them to get on your nerves and put you down, they've succeeded in having you as a reference point to show their retch fellow : "At least I'm better than him/her!"
Learn never to give gossips the attention they so much crave.
The most interesting part is when they start fighting amongst themselves - they'd so much open each other's ny@sh you'd realize they're not worth your stress after all!

Therock5555:
Haaaaaaa why God no create my clones full this life, People for don tire to gossip.

As long as the person isn't clothing, feeding or give you a dime, why the hell should you bother about what they say about you?

If there's anything you can learn From our useless politicians, learn the act of not giving a damn.

They'll loot the national Treasury for ages and we the citizens would lament and complain and lay curses on them till eternity, still they keep up their lifestyles while their abusers write books of lamentation.


Wetin them never call me, snob, childish, arrogant, pompous, wicked guy, woman wrapper, yahoo boy, criminal bla bla bla


Still my height never reduce even 1cm so why should I care?

No gree for anybody, return back every negative energy. Don't greet any supposed hater, infact treat them like they don't exist, if their pikin loose guard near you, tear them hot knock.

Cook sweet smelling rice, disturb the whole compound, no answer anybody wey drop better comment cause them wan partake, na only water wey you use wash pot nai you go come pour outside.


My former house has rows of shops in front where tailor and saloon dey, naso them go siddon for under mango tree dey look Any and every body, just dey gossip like idiots.


When I packed in newly, I'll make sure I bought everything I needed so I won't have to come outside again cause those people go talk your matter tire, but then I was like Bleep it, they are not aiding me in anyway so why should i care what they think.

Naso I turn tables, begin dey torment them like werey, I've got wicked dead eyes that very few people can stand looking directly into, so when ever I'm coming home, I start looking at all of them gossiping under the tree, once they sight me and try to look, they'll find me looking at them instead, naso them go trowey face but me no dey trowey face, till I enter house naso I go dey look them like TV, worse part, I no dey greet neither will I answer any greeting also.

I no dey laugh with any area girl sef, all my bannies are imported, na even for their front I go dey arrange the girl zip after we don waya waya tire.

Them tire for my matter die, it's funny that despite the fact that in my 2 years there, I barely spoke to more than 5 people there, I still became one of the most popular niqqa in that area cause everybody wanted to really know who this mad niqqa is but I was too busy chasing that bag to even give a Bleep about whether People give a Bleep about me.


Know this and know peace, the average Nigerian wants to bring down their neighbors to feel superior, live your life the way you want, you're not answerable to anybody, you're only answerable to your maker, know this and know peace....



purples25 your comment really triggered me a lot.

Madam do what you want and not what people want from you and you'll have your peace of mind.

Anybody that is not impressed should hug transformer and DIE.....

Alaye I twale for you, na you be my Oga at the top!
I use to be part of a drama group and I know what enter-stage-ignore-spectators really means.
How can the opinion of people who don't pay my Rent, Salary, or feed me make my life miserable?!
...but the day any of them go physically cross my path, their Cellmate go hear better gist tire!

Na around 2016 I look uche face last.

Now nothing consign life. I do my thing.

I dress my dress. I baff up. I smoke Cana.

On Sunday I was chilling in the hood, and I saw them doing a party across. I was with a little nigga and I asked one of the caterers for food (in a playful manner) she responded negatively.

The Lil nigga was angry and he asked us to leave here, I asked why, he said he don't like the way the girl is looking at us since I asked for food.

Mtcheew. Wetin consine me with her look? I told him. If Davido come here now, she go look abi she nor go look? He answered, she go look.

IF wizzy come here, she go look abi she no go look? He said, she go look.

So why you con dey "4" say she dey look you 🤷

Infact, na when dem dey look you gangan na then you suppose carry shoulder, straighten up, make dem look well well.

Kilo Kan Boss.

Starboytwo:
Na around 2016 I look uche face last.

Now nothing consign life. I do my thing.

I dress my dress. I baff up. I smoke Cana.

On Sunday I was chilling in the hood, and I saw them doing a party across. I was with a little nigga and I asked one of the caterers for food (in a playful manner) she responded negatively.

The Lil nigga was angry and he asked us to leave here, I asked why, he said he don't like the way the girl is looking at us since I asked for food.

Mtcheew. Wetin consine me with her look? I told him. If Davido come here now, she go look abi she nor go look? He answered, she go look.

IF wizzy come here, she go look abi she no go look? He said, she go look.

So why you con dey "4" say she dey look you 🤷

Infact, na when dem dey look you gangan na then you suppose carry shoulder, straighten up, make dem look well well.

Kilo Kan Boss.

🙂

SporaD8:
Alaye I twale for you, na you be my Oga at the top!
I use to be part of a drama group and I know what enter-stage-ignore-spectators really means.
How can the opinion of people who don't pay my Rent, Salary, or feed me make my life miserable?!
...but the day any of them go physically cross my path, their Cellmate go hear better gist tire!

You don talk am finish bro, I used to act in stage plays when I was way more younger and I had a very low self esteem but you'll never know, I was always the star of the show cause I learnt the act of pretending that nobody else exist, it's better now, I don't care if they exist or not, I just do my thing.


Few years back, during my church graduation service for final students, I was to take a solo during our presentation, song wey I dey sing tire, them give me mic, naso song disappear for my head.


You needed to see the confidence I used to sing just the first and second line of the solo verse I was taking, If you haven't heard the song before, you wouldn't even know the difference and if you have heard it, you'll think I just choosed to remix it according to how I want...


One girl met me after church and was like, "I like how you sang beautiful nonsense so confidently that it sounded even better than the real solo verse".





Everybody dey vex for Nigeria currently, don't allow anybody kill your peace, I repeat, don't allow anybody disturb your peace, the one wey Tpain dey do don do me...

Therock5555:
You don talk am finish bro, I used to act in stage plays when I was way more younger and I had a very low self esteem but you'll never know, I was always the star of the show cause I learnt the act of pretending that nobody else exist, it's better now, I don't care if they exist or not, I just do my thing.


Few years back, during my church graduation service for final students, I was to take a solo during our presentation, song wey I dey sing tire, them give me mic, naso song disappear for my head.


You needed to see the confidence I used to sing just the first and second line of the solo verse I was taking, If you haven't heard the song before, you wouldn't even know the difference and if you have heard it, you'll think I just choosed to remix it according to how I want...


One girl met me after church and was like, "I like how you sang beautiful nonsense so confidently that it sounded even better than the real solo verse".





Everybody dey vex for Nigeria currently, don't allow anybody kill your peace, I repeat, don't allow anybody disturb your peace, the one wey Tpain dey do don do me...

Man wey Sabi, abeg chop knuckles!
@Purples25 shey you dey learn?

SporaD8:
Man wey Sabi, abeg chop knuckles!
@Purples25 shey you dey learn?

For sure, thanks.

Hmmm wetin my eyes see for one stupid estate for Egbeda just because I moved in soft and different

Pain pain pain

2RightHands1Coc:
Hmmm wetin my eyes see for one stupid estate for Egbeda just because I moved in soft and different

Pain pain pain

like FR some Nigerians can be pathetic

The two ladies are patting themselves on their back by saying they cant date you and your uncle. The idea that every man walking out there wants to date them.

Fish brains

What I have to add here is, don't let anybody dim your light.

Shine!

pansophist:
The two ladies are patting themselves on their back by saying they cant date you and your uncle. The idea that every man walking out there wants to date them.

Fish brains

Have noticed something lately the werey girl was actually crushing on me nhi oo and she has her bf. I go open another thread for that one 🤣🤣🤣

2RightHands1Coc:
Hmmm wetin my eyes see for one stupid estate for Egbeda just because I moved in soft and different

Pain pain pain

I would like to know more

Just be careful and trust less in Lagos

badboyTee:
I would like to know more

purples25:
Moved in two years ago or so. My first time of living in a neighborhood like that. Me and hubby trying to sit tight until things got better.

I came in right after having my baby and looked like shit with my natural hair. I relaxed the hair next month and it was very long. I also lost weight and started dressing nice. They weren't laughing anymore. I spoke good English. They looked depressed and intimidated. All the girlfriends of drunks in the area, all the market women wearing wrappers around and some even refused to greet me, that is they refused to respond to my greetings. My first few days there I was passing with my baby and attempted to greet a guy, he muttered that I should dey my dey while he dey on his own, with so much malice and contempt.

I made hair after hair. I used a baby carrier, I never really backed my baby. First day I did that, a drunk passed us and set his red eyes on my baby with such a glare that I was wondering what the little child did to him, is it his fault that his mom got something different to carry him with? My child was fair and cute at that point. People said I was fine and my baby was fine, some kids said when they grow up they want to have my style, some people came up to me and praised me. I didn't know the fire I was lighting up under my own ass ...

I saw a lot of things from those people. I was mocked, they sent their kids to ridicule me in the market, their kids on their own started insulting me and my child. Once I couldn't make that hair again it was a great victory for them, the boys from the betting shop close by will actually call their friends to where i am, point at me and laugh. They observed me very closely and mocked me anytime I wasn't able to keep to the former standard of nice dressing and hair, and dressing up my kid. They started loudly complaining that I never allow my child to walk even if he was just a year plus and walked well at home. Some people will even come up to me and tell me to allow the boy to walk. Someone directly told me it's because I use a baby carrier and not what Is common to the neighborhood, which is backing babies with wrapper.

When that mockery with intensity set up on making me an object of ridicule started, even aboki join in o. When the kids were following me with songs and the women and drunks in the area that I never greet were sated, aboki sef start to dey feel important, they will pass and look me up and down slowly, they would laugh. I had ignited so much hatred by suddenly moving in looking nice and being different with my baby.

A woman dropped a fetish substance of boiled eggs and God knows what at my door to scare me or anything else. A line of women sat in the narrow path we cross every day observing me and my son. They didn't stop observing until when after things got bad, my son turned dark in complexion then they stopped their close up mockery and left in smiles.

I cut my long hair to get them off, if that was the thing that made them angry. They didn't stop, they mocked me more. They started saying I looked like a man, some people will loudly comment to my face when their friends point me out. The stupid drunks in the area felt important, the cowards now felt confident that they now swerve when I pass, idiots. Who should be swerving for who. The same drinks that start playing abusive music about cheating wives and saying all sorts of things to make themselves feel ok because I don't greet them, they said I'm old, they said I've given birth, they said I used to sleep with senators and later they said na me go dey look for senators.

I started speaking pidgin because of the hostility and angry claims that I'm just a poor person who was forming, but that changed nothing.

I can't say all but it really affected me, I went down to feeling like nothing. Leaving for a while never stopped them , when I came back they resumed mockery and monitoring. I left again and now it seems they are sated because they have ridiculed me to a point when they can now take their eyes off me and afford not to care.

I now don't dare to do any hair style that the old women in the neighborhood don't do again, nothing flashy. I don't have that self esteem again, I became hard towards my son, I frown whenever I'm out because I wake up every day remembering my 'downfall' in the neighborhood. I don't know if I will regain my former softness or self esteem, right now I'm like whatever. Sometimes I hit my kid In public, I found myself acting just like those women tying wrapper, those old unfashionable women with hairstyles that make them look even older. I decided today that I'll try and mend my relationship with my son because he no longer looks sad when I hit him, he just got home today and started smashing his most loved toy on the wall. That's anger issues starting because of me, so I'll try to heal and fix things with him.

There are many animalistic people and most, not all, people in the hood are of that type. They can't see you shine and not make you miserable.

I'm glad we may be moving out soon.

Excuse me

I think I know u...

illicit:
Excuse me

I think I know u...

What state am I located in, then?

purples25:
What state am I located in, then?

Hmmm I wont say much because of your personal text...

illicit:
Hmmm I wont say much because of your personal text...

🤷🏿 Okay.

badboyTee:
So I apparently stay with my uncle at his flat he's not the type that really stays at home that much cause of his work which I also go to my work every 2weeks cause of my job nature also I stay home for 2 weeks and I work for 2 weeks.
I'm the type of person that once there is electricity and I have my phone with me I mostly stay indoors.
Anytime am outdoor to go somewhere and I see a neighbor I mostly made sure I greet everyone and relate in a good manner with them. I have this young and fine face so most people don't believe am really that old. The way the house is built it like a face me face you but all rooms are built in a room and parlour way with kitchen in them and two toilet at the backyard (Meaning it only the toilet that binds us together). There's are two apartment on each wing, the house has two wing.
On this fateful day I was indoor cause once am indoor most people don't even know am inside cause I hate noise and being lousy. There's this woman which my uncle mostly relates with cause she's still the oldest among the other neighbors after him I so much respect this woman since have been here.
A disagreement occured between my uncle and this woman which my uncle explained to me that the woman just all of a sudden made accusation against him to the landlord behind his back that he broke a pipe which it wasn't him. Later on it was discovered that it was the landlord's son that broke the pipe. My uncle told me how amazed he was that the woman could have done that rubbish to him behind his back. Take note this same woman is a single mom and most times comes to beg for funds in my presence from my uncle which if he has he mostly gives her. Before all that, if am going to work I drop the key with this same woman. My uncle then discovered that each time I drop the key with the woman items mostly go missing in his apartment then he told me to stop dropping the key with her again he let that one slide and didn't confront her. Day before yesterday while I was indoor this woman was literally belittling my uncle to a very young girl that lives with her BF in the compound saying all manner of Ill things; that he his single and dating multiple women and bringing them home in my mind am like how does that concerns this woman, (My uncle has been married before since his wife was late he decided not to remarry since his kids are grown enough).They didn't even stop there the same girl which am sure shouldn't be older than 20years was also saying Ill things about me also that I don't sweep the toilet floor I repeat clothing 🤣 that she can never repeat clothing, she can never date me all in my mind was like when have I ever asked this girl out? Or even think of having her contact me and this girl don't even talk except good morning what could be the reason for all this then I noticed it was the woman pushing the agenda. The woman also saying my uncle doesn't have taste blah blah blah that she also can never date him. I wanted to go out while they were talking and give them a piece of my mind and show them I ain't cool for nothing but I let it slide. I haven't even told my uncle yet about the fracade and I don't feel like telling him.I want to treat this women Bleep up myself what the best option to treat her Bleep up,

P.s this same woman has sent her child to knock my door this early morning to borrow gas.

Oga ignore them.

In most cases, when a woman disapproves someone that is an opposite sex, often times the women are subtly or seriously attracted to that man or those men.

Just avoid them and continue to bring your barbies from outer area home.

purples25:
Moved in two years ago or so. My first time of living in a neighborhood like that. Me and hubby trying to sit tight until things got better.

I came in right after having my baby and looked like shit with my natural hair. I relaxed the hair next month and it was very long. I also lost weight and started dressing nice. They weren't laughing anymore. I spoke good English. They looked depressed and intimidated. All the girlfriends of drunks in the area, all the market women wearing wrappers around and some even refused to greet me, that is they refused to respond to my greetings. My first few days there I was passing with my baby and attempted to greet a guy, he muttered that I should dey my dey while he dey on his own, with so much malice and contempt.

I made hair after hair. I used a baby carrier, I never really backed my baby. First day I did that, a drunk passed us and set his red eyes on my baby with such a glare that I was wondering what the little child did to him, is it his fault that his mom got something different to carry him with? My child was fair and cute at that point. People said I was fine and my baby was fine, some kids said when they grow up they want to have my style, some people came up to me and praised me. I didn't know the fire I was lighting up under my own ass ...

I saw a lot of things from those people. I was mocked, they sent their kids to ridicule me in the market, their kids on their own started insulting me and my child. Once I couldn't make that hair again it was a great victory for them, the boys from the betting shop close by will actually call their friends to where i am, point at me and laugh. They observed me very closely and mocked me anytime I wasn't able to keep to the former standard of nice dressing and hair, and dressing up my kid. They started loudly complaining that I never allow my child to walk even if he was just a year plus and walked well at home. Some people will even come up to me and tell me to allow the boy to walk. Someone directly told me it's because I use a baby carrier and not what Is common to the neighborhood, which is backing babies with wrapper.

When that mockery with intensity set up on making me an object of ridicule started, even aboki join in o. When the kids were following me with songs and the women and drunks in the area that I never greet were sated, aboki sef start to dey feel important, they will pass and look me up and down slowly, they would laugh. I had ignited so much hatred by suddenly moving in looking nice and being different with my baby.

A woman dropped a fetish substance of boiled eggs and God knows what at my door to scare me or anything else. A line of women sat in the narrow path we cross every day observing me and my son. They didn't stop observing until when after things got bad, my son turned dark in complexion then they stopped their close up mockery and left in smiles.

I cut my long hair to get them off, if that was the thing that made them angry. They didn't stop, they mocked me more. They started saying I looked like a man, some people will loudly comment to my face when their friends point me out. The stupid drunks in the area felt important, the cowards now felt confident that they now swerve when I pass, idiots. Who should be swerving for who. The same drinks that start playing abusive music about cheating wives and saying all sorts of things to make themselves feel ok because I don't greet them, they said I'm old, they said I've given birth, they said I used to sleep with senators and later they said na me go dey look for senators.

I started speaking pidgin because of the hostility and angry claims that I'm just a poor person who was forming, but that changed nothing.

I can't say all but it really affected me, I went down to feeling like nothing. Leaving for a while never stopped them , when I came back they resumed mockery and monitoring. I left again and now it seems they are sated because they have ridiculed me to a point when they can now take their eyes off me and afford not to care.

I now don't dare to do any hair style that the old women in the neighborhood don't do again, nothing flashy. I don't have that self esteem again, I became hard towards my son, I frown whenever I'm out because I wake up every day remembering my 'downfall' in the neighborhood. I don't know if I will regain my former softness or self esteem, right now I'm like whatever. Sometimes I hit my kid In public, I found myself acting just like those women tying wrapper, those old unfashionable women with hairstyles that make them look even older. I decided today that I'll try and mend my relationship with my son because he no longer looks sad when I hit him, he just got home today and started smashing his most loved toy on the wall. That's anger issues starting because of me, so I'll try to heal and fix things with him.

There are many animalistic people and most, not all, people in the hood are of that type. They can't see you shine and not make you miserable.

I'm glad we may be moving out soon.

Please tell me that this is a fiction and that you are only testing your writing skills😅🤣💔💔😂😂

triangulation:
Please tell me that this is a fiction and that you are only testing your writing skills😅🤣💔💔😂😂

It got you laughing though 😊