white mosquito: Cheesus! Baygon no dey work again?! .....Clears throat.... Lemme introduce meself. I am. The one. The only. White mosquito.

Beautiful knowing you white.... I am Yellow

Redmosquito:
Yellow what?
Whats goin on here?

Boss.... Finally... I am humbled

HumbledbYGrace: _{Which Planet did all these mosquitos emerge from Oh god of Minion and hades have mercy on us Nairalanders nema}

During the time of Buhari and Shagari, children when named according to the era... Now is the time of Mosquito, so allow us emulate our mentor

Living the life of a mosquito is far from being pleasant as everybody wants to kill you, not everybody to be precise. The cows and horses don't have hands to clap over their heads but the swushing of their tails is enough to knock out all the airs from your lungs. Apart from the fact that these animals have tails that are purely crazy, their blood taste like mud but it satisfies when the darling humans are nowhere to be found or they are tuck safely under that nets of theirs that kills on touch. We are not too bothered by it as our scientist are developing means on survive its touch. Humans and their many inventions, they never cease to amaze us. I can still remember vividly when they introduced laboratory developed quitoes into our midst to mate with our females so they can become sterile and we would all die off.

I had been in Red-Mosquito's house on that day when it was all over the internet. We were even Mosquitolanding that day when it was posted by one of the moderators "Bukina". Mosquito had drawn my attention to it as I was busy proboscising (humans facebook too). I screamed in surprise but he told me to keep quite and let's see the reactions of other users. There was an internet outcry that day, many people called that we use nuclear warheads to attack the humans. Why? Even the Americans know better than to attack an Oil producing country, even Nigeria. If we kill the humans, then we will have to do with the mud blood of the animals, competing with the tse-tse flies.

A plan was deviced to put the lab rats in check, we developed our own weapon, a perfume that we all spread on our body, any one that does not belong to us would be found out and sent to the great beyond using Otapiapia. we were one step ahead of the human.

I'm a new writer who got inspired by Red-Mosquito, please your take is needed... Will be updating as the inspiration comes and goes

I dusted my wings as I flew high into the sky singing on top of my voice, it was surely going to be a great night to reap dividends as the whole place was filled with happiness. Nigeria had won the match and everybody is celebrating, what's going to stop me from celebrating, I asked my self. NIgeria had won the football march against Mali against everybody's expectation, even in my community, there had been celebration. Our celebration though is not channelled towards the fact that Nigeria won, it is towards the fact that we were going to get free blood that night.

We had all gathered to watch the march as it aired live on a friend's DSTV, imagine, the st*upid LC2 banning Nigeria from showing the match, they wanted to milk the country and take their own share of the National Cake. I just can't imagine Nigeria sharing Oil Money with those crazy South Africans that do nothing than deport Nigerians that goes there. I wonder why they even go there when opportunities lies in the vast natural resources of the country. Even our South-African brothers are showing racism, racism in the world of mosquitoes.. SMH.

The march had kicked off with Nigeria taking the lead, and after barging the next goal, I needed no soothsayer to tell me that I was going to be a yes meal that night. I flew leaving my brothers, confusing self, everybody appears to be my brother since we all hatched in the same incubator. The same incubator that humans call dirty cans, if only they knew how life sustaining those things are then they won't build houses but come drag our homes with us. I changed my pair of wings for a new one, went to the mirror to look at my self, I still had a little stain of my last feeding on my mouth, I quickly rushed to the bathroom, took my brush and tooth paste, brushed my teeth vigourously and rinsed it.

"Where are you off to so early"

Red-Mosquito asked me as he walked into my chamber. I looked up at him quizically, why would he ask such a question.

"Are you a Fulani man that asks questions at random?"

I replied him.

"May Zues send lightning to keep you pen*s erected all night"

He fired back at me. Red-Mosquito and his love for greek mythologies, and imagine him practising to become a medical doctor, one that would save our lives when we inhale those crazy otapiapia that the humans have come to relied on. Their Raid and Morteins no longer affect us as we have developed our own anti-insecticide.

"Then I will make love to all the female quitoes I catch site of, you know, I will become like Abraham, fathering millions"

I replied him. He shook his head and came and stood by my side, looking at his face in the mirror too.

"Do you think I stand a chance if by chance I get the urge to mate tonight?"

He asked me solemnly. I looked him over, wave of pity washing over me.

"Why not? You can even mate with the bees if you are given the opportunity knowing how much your hormones are raging"

I answered. This seems to have given him hope as he smiled. "Bloody Virgin and a crazy introvert" I cussed in my mind. Stammers a lot when he stands in front of the female quitoes but is a chatter box behind his computer.

Red-Mosquito, my brother and best friend. I smiled as I smelled blood from afar, my favourite spot, Mama Mynd44 Ogogoro joint, I was going to get high on alcoholic beverage this night.



Welcome to my world.... I'm a crazy Mosquito