veekid:

Ask Bibi about my complexion

Ngbo, Bibijay123, veekid said he is lighter than this man in the pinsure. True or false

yorhmienerd:
Ngbo, Bibijay123, veekid said he is lighter than this man in the pinsure. True or false

I checked your profile now, hoping to see what you look like; you ain't even confidence enough to use your self on your profile; don't know what you're insinuating. But Bae already answered you now #jealousy #owu

veekid:




I checked your profile now, hoping to see what you look like; you ain't even confidence enough to use your self on your profile; don't know what you're insinuating. But Bae already answered you now #jealousy #owu

Choi! I'm the shy type and would prefer to be anonymous. And then, I am very very handsome that I won't want girls chasing me with pm's Bibi inclusive
I'm not jelous o, just stating facts

yorhmienerd:
Choi! I'm the shy type and would prefer to be anonymous. And then, I am very very handsome that I won't want girls chasing me with pm's Bibi inclusive
I'm not jelous o, just stating facts

Define facts

veekid:

Define facts

Una noise dey too much o* angry face* Veekid is fair in my sight o

give us an update jare dnt mind ur two husbands wey dey fight ova u

where is bibijay123 already....

* Continues*

Sylvester

" Hurry up Sly!" Mama said, walking faster. " if we don't hurry up we may not meet her at home."



I pulled up my falling shorts and ran after her. Mama was going to lend money again but only God knows from who this time around. I was almost twelve years old and was about to be admitted into a high school. Nigeria wasn't as rosy as Daddy made us believe, he worked hard on construction sites and was paid peanuts. Our dinner became garri with nkatie and even the nkatie was hard to come by on some days. We slept in a tiny bedsit room, Mama aged faster and Daddy grew bitter. We were known in the neighborhood as ' abeg borrow me'.



We borrowed all sorts of things from our neighbors even down to the toothpaste we used. The caretaker was an angry bear of a man who even before the end of the month comes knocking on our door. The birth of my baby sister, Bose, also worsened our situation. We had to pretend to be Yorubas because my father was afraid the Nigerian government might ask foreigners to leave again. Ewe became a forbidden language which we only whispered in the sanctuary of our little room at night.




I was enrolled in a public primary school where we sat down on the bare floor to learn. My school knicker was patched severally which earned me the nick name ' two yansh' among my peers. Some days we matched into our class rooms from the assembly only to find a big maggot filled feces in the middle of the class room. Sometimes it was made into the tyres we sat on or smeared on the wall. The teachers taught us English using Yoruba to explain, life in Togo was better for us i often thought but i never voiced it out.



My school was ridiculed with all kinds of myths, there was one about the big iroko tree in the school field. Some said it was there the neighborhood witches held their meetings at night, some said someone once tried to cut down the tree but the tree cried out loud, begging for mercy while some argued that the tree didn't cry out but blood oozed out of it and an old man in a white robe walked out of it. There was also a myth about the orange tree at the back of the school building and why it never produced any fruit. My friends said the orange tree lured a young girl and she was never seen again but that orange tree became my fortress.



I would climb it and settle on one of the strong branches, wondering when i will see my beloved country again, wondering why i have to pretend to be someone else, why i have to drink garri with a pinch of nkatie. Why baby Bose was giving two scarification marks on her cheeks just to wipe away all doubt that we were truly from oduduwa's lineage. I spoke Ewe to the tree all the time since it was the only place i could truly be myself.
One day a class mate saw me up in the tree and reported me to the teachers that i was chanting some strange incantations. My parents were summoned and right there in my presence they both denied that i spoke any other language apart from English and Yoruba. The teachers were scared of me and they let me be, the other students avoided me and Daddy could never raise his head up high again or look me in the eyes for he had denied who he was over and over again until he was beginning to believe he was actually a Yoruba man from Oyo State.



" Please open the gate ooo" Mama pounded on the rich woman's gate. Her gate man threw open the gate, took a long look at us and gave a shrill hiss. He ushered us in muttering under his breath.



" E ka ro ma," Mama went down on both knees, greeting the fat woman who was decked up in a glittering stone lace.



" Why are you just coming now ehn?" She hissed, " If i had left home before you got here you would say i am a wicked woman. Young man can't you greet?"



" Good morning ma,"



" Tell your husband to come and see me tomorrow, i need a driver."


" Eshey Ma, may God bless you"


" Don't thank me ooo, I don't tolerate nonsense so you better talk to him well before he start working for me. The five thousand naira i promised you is on the table in the sitting room." She said, " ehen my bathroom is dirty, please wash it before you leave"


" OK Ma, Eshey ma," Mama replied


We went into the house, Mama untied Bose from her back and handed her to me. She picked up the money on the table and tied it on the edge of her wrapper and disappeared into one of the rooms, after some time i stood up with the baby in my arms and went after her. She was on her knees, scrubbing the dirty bath tub with all her might, i peered into the toilet and almost puked. The once white toilet was brownish yellow and there was a splatter of dried poo all round the edge and there was also a big discolored lump of it in the water.


" Mama, will you wash the toilet too?"


" Yes," she grunted


" But there's feces in it''


" I know"


" It is a taboo to clean up someone else's feces. You will swell up and die." I said, reminding her of one of our traditions.


She tightened her face and gave me a sharp look."Not when you are from Oyo State"




TBC

It's not a taboo for pple from Oyo to wash shïts?



Okay, Continue

veekid:
It's not a taboo for pple from Oyo to wash shïts?



Okay, Continue

lol how do i know? no be me talk am nau

bibijay123:



lol how do i know? no be me talk am nau

Nope; don't worry, no be you talk am but Buhari

Togo and weird taboos and myths sha

Which kind taboo is this?

I hope mama doesn't swell up and die

Nice 1 bibi

Nice Story Bibijay123

Thanks for the mention

.... Still I read

Chapter Eight


Dupe


We were almost at the airport when i got teary eyed. My childhood best friend was leaving just like i and my family moved away from her years ago. I stole a glance at Funmi, who was beside me. She also had tears in her eyes, i continued driving in silence as a sense of lost washed over me. I felt like a little girl again, i wanted to throw my arms around her and beg her not to leave me behind.


" I am not going to the end of the world you know?" She said bravely, even though the tears brimmming in her eyes was threatening to slither down her cheeks." And i won't miss you one bit!"


" I won't miss you too" i managed to choke out.


" Yea sure, why are you going all emotional on me?" She snorted with laughter .

" I swear i am not"


I put the car in park and we both alighted. She took down her bag from the trunk of the car, she pulled me into her arms while we both let the tears flow down our cheeks.


" I will miss you so much," she sobbed.


" I will miss you too"


" Please take good care of yourself"


" I will," i replied, " Take care too, get a network line as soon as you get there."


" I will," she promised.
*******


Uche


With the help of Dupe i moved my family down to ikorodu so as to throw those wicked gang off our back. I found a good school for Chinasa and Mama also picked up her trade again. I resumed at Dominique Petroleum after signing the necessary contracts and papers with them. As a representative of the company my salary was over a million, i had medicals, housing, health insurance, pension and other benefits as well. I was entitled to visa,working permit and housing in UK and America. I went through three weeks rigorious training in the area of drilling operations and completion operations.
I was to work with a team of office_ based engineers and geologists for the first three months of my employment before I could go to the oil sites to supervise. I was also given my first task of writing a drilling program.
A round of applause sounded in the room when i finished my presentation of the written drilling program. Mr. Thomas, the rig superintendent whose team i was on stood up still clapping.


" I am impressed " he stated, " you are the first representative on my team to wow me," his gaze shifted around the room, the other representatives either lowered their eye lashes to avoid his gaze or pretended to be busy with the documents in front of them.


" Very impressive but you could do better, " Annie, the only female geologist on my team said. She was a petite dark skinned lady with a tiny waist and big boobs. She was also one of the most respected geologist the company had. The other geologists held her in high esteem and she wasn't a push over despite being the only female in a team of alpha males.


" Thank you, it will only get better" i said.


" I told you the boy is good. " Mr. Ola, the floating foreman said. "Alright guys, let's wrap it up! Mr.Thomas and some representatives of another team are going to visit some sites today."


Annie stood up, picked up her files and winked at me_ wait. Did i just imagine that or was it real? the others followed suit and one by one they all trouped out of the room. Mr Thomas handed an envelope to me before walking out. I opened it and gasped, i just became a car owner even if it belonged to the company.



Tbc

dominique:
Togo and weird taboos and myths sha

lol some are myths but one can never tell which is real or not

This one Annie is winking at Uche, hope ... (make I keep kwayet)

Hope Uche will not dump Dupe ooo

OLAFIMIX:
Hope Uche will not dump Dupe ooo

my fear too

OLAFIMIX:
Hope Uche will not dump Dupe ooo

my fear too becos miss petite is already winking

Na that tiny waist girl with big boobs go dey totory Uche soon

saraphina:
my fear too becos miss petite is already winking

am sure uche ll definitely dump dupe.....too bad for her after all she's sacrifice...my thought

khalifahsparkles:
I hope mama doesn't swell up and die

lol it is what you believe in that works for u

Princewilla:
Nice Story Bibijay123

Thanks for the mention

.... Still I read

You are welcome, i have a story titled Blue on okadabooks n its free pls check it out. cc everyone.Thanks

Ushey, Ushey face your work o!

bibijay123:



You are welcome, i have a story titled Blue on okadabooks n its free pls check it out. cc everyone.Thanks

Really? I searched for you on okada books and it yielded no results. Which name are you using on the platform?

dominique:


Really? I searched for you on okada books and it yielded no results. Which name are you using on the platform?

Blessing Gaglo.

bibijay123:




Blessing Gaglo.

That was the name I searched for. That was around when you were writing Allen Avenue sha. I'll search again.

dominique:


That was the name I searched for. That was around when you were writing Allen Avenue sha. I'll search again.

I just logged in now n i saw the story n my profile still there. maybe you shld search for the title of the story. I get u now, I
registered only few days ago.

bibijay123:



I just logged in now n i saw the story n my profile still there. maybe you shld search for the title of the story. I get u now, I
registered only few days ago.

Ok I'll search again then

bibijay123:



I just logged in now n i saw the story n my profile still there. maybe you shld search for the title of the story. I get u now, I
registered only few days ago.

Pls give us a direct link