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Hundreds of vehicles moving at a slow pace or none at all, bumper to bumper all on a straight line graced the beautiful uneven soil of Lagos daily. In its heart lies a long bridge which demarcates the rich from the poor; the water logged areas from the dry land as well. The endless blaring of car horns, cries of desperate traders trying to sell off their merchandise, fumes from exhaust pipes which are her signature scent, awakens you to the reality of the main land- the dry land.

 

Third Mainland Bridge

An iyabeji with a child strapped to her back and another firmly held in her arms, singing praise songs and dancing, goes around begging for money in the marketplace. They say it is to appease the gods. Ori ibeji, as they call it. Some generous market women give her a token, others just ignore. She continues her chants notwithstanding. The crawling beggars tugging at the hem of your garments cupping their hands in expectation of a token are not so uncommon either. Their incoherent chants fill your ears as you walk past major roads on the main land. ‘Aunty see I have fine fine shirts for sale, c-orr- rect pencil skirts, jeans -any one u like” welcomes you as you walk past another part of the mainland at night. Excessively tugging and flaunting of wares across your face as they try to advertise their second hand goods.

Yaba Market

She...

A child was born. A female child, dark skinned and frail was born to Mother Earth a century ago. As she grew older, she became more conscious of her skin colour as other children born to Mother Earth were blessed with diverse skin colours. She began to have children, as soon as she was born. Children that looked exactly like her but spoke different languages. As she grew older, her step siblings who had a different skin colour began to tease her about hers. They were white and ‘pure’; that’s what they thought. Her self esteem sank. She became helpless and finally they over powered her and began to rule her. They flogged her children with no mercy and used them as slaves. Her heart sank daily. She thought them stupid for using a basic think such as difference in skin colour to punish her innocent children. Some of her children were lucky; they had money and education so the white skinned people didn’t treat them as slaves. As she grew older, her children waxed great in strength and kept looking for ways to break free from this tyranny.

The first day of October, 1960 was the happiest day of her life. She glowed as she walked gallantly with shoulders high, to the market square dancing and rejoicing. Finally her step siblings had freed her children. Her joy knew no bounds on that fateful day. It was like she was born again. It became her new birthday. The day was she born to Mother Earth made no meaning to her anymore. Her children danced their heart out, they put on their best clothes and shoes as they rejoiced and waved goodbye to the tyrants. It was a sweet goodbye, not the sad one that leaves tears on people’s faces.

 As years sluggishly rolled by, some of her selfish children whom she chose to rule her children began to walk in the footsteps of her step siblings. Rather than protect and care for her children, all they did was back orders and hoard resources from them. They ate fat chickens and only threw chewed bones at their subjects. The children lived in fear of its rulers; they had no liver to say what they felt. They had no one to complain to aloud, except in hushed whispers to their neighbours for fear of being heard by the ruler’s servants.Everyone lived in fear of the ruler and his servants.

The 29th day of May, 1999 brought an end to the selfish rule of the uniformed men. The children were happy once again. They could now breathe fresh air. New rulers were quickly elected. The thirst for power made them draw blood frequently. They fought each other with every weapon they could lay their greedy hands on. Tribalism was their favourite weapon; they used it mercilessly, forgetting they came from the bowels of the same woman. They were siblings despite their tribal differences. Its intensity made one of the children try unsuccessfully to run away from home and live like the prodigal son.

Different rulers have ruled since then, but they all have one thing in common- greed and selfishness. All they care about is their fat bellies and robust accounts. Taking a look at herself now in the mirror, she screamed in horror as her tired eyes met a replica of her hanging directly above the mirror. She faked a faint smile as she remembered the cause of her huge grin in the picture. It was Independence Day; her birthday. The once vibrant, happy, enthusiastic face has now been replaced with sunken eyes, wrinkled face, with a bent body frame. She has been battered by her children’s activities. She looks down on them with tears dripping from her huge eyes. Religion is the new weapon of destruction accompanied with poverty, hunger and unemployment.

“Pekele pekele “comes the war chant. “The old woman is in trouble, who will bail her out?”

FREE SLAVES

“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on an individual level. It's got to happen inside first.” ― Jim Morrison

Saw the movie "12 YEARS A SLAVE" recently and I couldn't help but shed a tear for the black race. The suffering, psychological trauma and hatred all because they were black. It’s so degrading a race felt it was a smart move to turn fellow humans into slaves, just because of difference in skin colour. The fight for freedom by great, brave, selfless black men gave birth to freedom.

Looking at present times, makes me wonder if the fight fought for freedom is really worth it. We had been made to believe they were far better than us. Why? Because they are whites! Duh.  This old belief has stuck with us and is being passed from one generation to the other. We now wander on the streets as free slaves. In our freedom we chose to embrace slavery willingly.

"Do the whites poop?" I asked my father one night, still a kid. "Do they eat?” he replied sarcastically. At that moment I began to wonder, what then the difference was.”Is it because they live in the skies?”My naive mind wondered again. "No! They do not live in the skies, they live on land like us, and the sky is just a means of transportation for everyone of us. Black or yellow or white or anything/anyone that can afford it “I later realized.

Why then have we allowed this free slavery? I pondered as I grew. We keep washing down ourselves and praising the whites. We believe everything they say, whether right or wrong. Even when our inner mind says it’s wrong, we make our head believe it is right, just because it is from the whites. We are so drunk in low self esteem; we don't trust ourselves to do the right thing anymore. We trust the whites over our own people. I hear that most of our planes are flown by whites; people trust them better than our indigenous pilots. We prefer goods from overseas over our locally made goods. Even as a kid I always cherished things gotten overseas over things bought here. It just seemed normal“It’s always better”I was made to believe. “O quality gan” mother would say. We have this everything-from-overseas-is-always-better mentality. Is this the freedom our forefathers fought for?

Our inner mind is in chains, it seeks freedom daily but we choose not to let go. We know the right thing, but we'd rather indulge in the wrong thing, so far it’s 'cool'. We have given up on us. I still remember the way we rejoiced when we heard the whites were going to #bringbackourgirls. We had our hopes high. But we all know the story now. I’m not trying to down wash the whites or anything. They are awesome trust me. But they didn’t get there in one day; it took a lot of hard and smart work to get there. We can get there too and be fully independent; but we have chosen to be parasites and copy cats. We have a lot of hospitals here, but our leaders would rather fly out for medical services than use the ones we have. One thing that baffles me is they don’t even mind if the doctor treating them is a Nigerian or not, so far he is overseas they are cool with it. Our land is blessed with so much green yet people still go overseas to find greener pastures because they don’t believe our land is green enough. We are blessed with so many good things, but we choose not to see them. We would rather be parasites. Remember "there can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on an individual level. It's got to happen inside first.” IT BEGINS WITH YOU.  

ALIVE but DEAD

Just because they say education is important for the girl child as well. Uwa as I fondly call my mother, made sure I went to school. Not like I didn’t enjoy school. I enjoyed every bit, the classes, my friends and life at the boarding school. Uwa insisted I stayed at the boarding school, in order to prevent thirsty men from lusting after me and to avoid distraction. Uwa was the strict kind, she believed strongly in formal education even though she didn’t have much of an education. She always lamented about how she really craved to be educated but her father didn’t have the means. She was determined all her children will be fully educated; she worked hard day and night to ensure that. I was fortunately and unfortunately the only child; lesser expenses on Uwa though I wanted a sister or brother badly.

School friends made up for my lack of a sister, we treated ourselves like sisters. There were many nights of fights, and days of malice but at the end we always forgave ourselves and continued the friendship. I and Hauwa my bunkmate and best friend had just finished one of our usual quarrels. “Good night!” I spat angrily. “Snitch!” I cursed silently. She ignored and dozed off. Hauwa is the type that sleeps once she’s on something comfortable. We often teased her about it.

At exactly 10.00pm, I heard the call of nature, this time the sounds directed me to the rest room. I took my little lamp and tiptoed to the toilet. It was lights out already. Most students were already asleep, some were reading with their lamps, and also being alert in other not to be caught by the house Mistress. Mrs Matthews was a strict dark in complexion woman, with tribal marks resting at the corners of her mouth. She always wore a stern look making us dread her. As I found my way to the toilet, I saw figures. Thought it was probably Musa the gate man, so I quickly went to ease myself. As I went back to my room, the figures transformed into whispers, I got really scared. Not just a whisper, whispers. They were already many, entering rooms. What is happening? Where's Mrs Matthews or Musa? Before I could figure out an answer, they were already on my floor. I wanted to scream for help; before I could even start I felt a hand over my mouth. Amidst all these chaos, Hauwa didn’t even stir. One of the bad men had to drag her on the floor. Where are they taking us to? I heard Fatia my roommate murmur. How did they enter? I thought. With all Musa’s bragging that he had a Bsc in security ...whatever he called it. They ravaged all the rooms in my block and carried us away. Our cries were welcomed with slaps as they carted us away like rams and cows. I saw Musa at the security post, lying in his cold blood. Fear gripped me, is this how I will end? The tears came forth hurriedly.

 I thought of Uwa and the sacrifices she made for me. I always dreamt of being a great writer and making millions from writing books so I can repay her and make her happy. Will I ever see Uwa, my jewel? All these thoughts brought forth tears. The journey was a long one. I woke up and felt something salty in my mouth, my tears. “Where are we?” I asked Hauwa. She didn’t sleep all night, she cried and cried praying they don’t kill us like they killed Musa. “I don’t know, but I hope they don’t kill us”. “What do these men want from us?” “Do they want to marry us?” I waved that ridiculous thought away. We were too many for these men.

I thought of my mother again. How would she react upon hearing her one and only daughter is missing. Imaginations of her wailing brought tears to my eyes. Her desires and dreams shattered in one night? My dreams of being a great writer also shattered. This place looks far away from home, thoughts of an escape clouded my mind. What if they caught me and slaughtered me like they slaughtered Musa? Images of Musa lying in his cold blood flashed. Bad idea!. For how long are they going to keep us here?

Seconds rolled into minutes, to hours, to days and months. It is 100 days now and I’m still here. Alive but dead. Still hoping someone would just come and take me back to my mother. I miss my Uwa. I cry everyday when I think of her. I miss school. I wake up every morning  praying and hoping someone comes to rescue us. I live everyday in fear of tomorrow. Who knows what will happen tomorrow. I hate this place, I miss school, I miss life, I miss happiness and worse of all I miss being free.

  

Finally!It's over......

Hi lovelies,*dodges kondo,kicks and slaps*.Its been a loonng while,I'm sorry,forgive me.Had to tend to academic stuffs.This semester was just awfully tough and long, it got to a point i had to have a rethink on whether am in the right department or not.It was that awesome!. It got me asking myself if all the stress we go through actually worth it. Like seriously after all this stress of going to school, is there job assurance afterwards? gone are the days when you get a job immediately after you graduate, these days its either you lucky blessed, or you have long legs or you have good grades enough to fetch you a reasonable job, or as the new trend is-be an entrepreneur. Even if you even get a good job self, how good is the pay?. After all your stress of reading and having a degree,one drop out that decided calculus is too hard for him, will sing "rarababaratata" and next thing it becomes a hit and he gets his 6 figures in one show, while you get........... as a graduate.

                                           got me thinking....

     Enough of my rants, it is well.Lot of funny/scary things happened this semester tho'. At first it was fun,we were enjoying it,until those lectures had a meeting in their dream and decided to spoil our fun by giving us Projects. ugh it was really stressful, and to think the projects were not enough , they held a second meeting and decided they should give us test around the same time.As you are reading one course,you are also reading another.Like seriously!. I even had a test on my birthday and the day after,i just had to #turnup for test,rather than have fun. I remember all the late night walking,i really thank God for his protection.The time gunmen attacked,i was in school at that time,God saved me tho. I also remember one wet night, was going home very late, alone and it was a bushy path, one nice man told me a snake just crossed the path i was heading towards, sn...kini out of fear i started running ,praying i dont fall while running and then the snake comes to say hi to me,or while i'm running the snake should decide to cross again,lol my imaginations didnt help the matter at all, i later stopped when i realized i was being crazy,running alone when nothing is pursing me,the brave me restored my sense and i walked very fast home still scared. It was a scary night for me,i dont like animals :(. Different funny things also happened,but lemme not bore you sha.
   Finally, the long semester is over,*yipeee*!!. Quick thought, if this semester was this tough how will others be,as they say the higher you go the tougher... . It is well, His grace is sufficient for us(Amen). Let the holiday beginnnn...#yaaggaaa.Expects more posts soon.

                                                                                                        

                                                      
 

Hello Friends!!

Hiiiiiii,its been a loonngg while. I deserved to be trashed. Please, ejo, mbok,biko forgive me.I have been awfully busy.Thanks for the comments on my previous posts,i really appreciate it. Lots of things have been going on in my life lately,I'm over it now tho.Let me stop boring you tho.I just feel like sharing somethings I've learnt in the last one month.Enjoy!

 Be humble- No matter your level of achievement,always be humble. That's one great lesson Dad taught me.If you're wealthy,smart or highly placed, there's tendency to be proud .Even if you don't wanna be proud,when people start praising u,boil will start developing under your armpit.Rather than being proud ,try humility. Just work hard and let your success do the bragging.Its sweeter and more effective that way

 Never look down on anybody- All fingers are not and will never be equal.Just because you are successful doesn't mean you should look down on those beneath you.It might look degrading,but trust me you will earn more respect that way.

Be Nice without expecting anything in return- To be honest this is the toughest for me.Its totally normal to do good and expect acknowledgement or at least retaliation. But most times it never turns out that way. Makes me wanna stop and start treating people that way. Dad says" never stop doing good, doesn't matter if they repay or not, later in life when you start reaping good,you won't know it's from the good you did in the past".Never stop being nice.
 

 Be hardworking -  No one wants to associate with a lazy man.Everyone associates with success.Work hard and leave the rest to God.It is never gonna be easy,of course that's why its called 'hardwork'.But at the end, trust me it pays.

That's all for now.Have a very wonderful weekend.For me its going to be book all through :(.

LETTER TO MY UNBORN DAUGHTER(S)

Dear(anything your handsome father and I decide to name you),
       I think it's way too early to ask how you are doing,considering the fact I'm not expecting you yet.Well...I'm writing this lettter to teach you a few things about life/things I wish my mother,your beautiful grandmother had discussed with me when I was much younger.
 
First of all,I'd like to be the first definition of a best friend in your life,before any one else.Lest I forget, I have a picture of what you'll look like already in my head.You are going to be a little light in complexion,you must have dimples(whether artificial or natural),you will be extremely smart and intelligent(trust me on that).I think thats all I want you to inherit from me,you'll get the rest from your father.You are going to have the best hairstyles on,every week,proudly made by me;wear the best of clothes,sewn by me,just to show how talented your mama is.Mama is going to be a little strict sometimes,you might dislike me for this,but later in life you'll get to understand why.Trust me I'm going to be sweet at the same time(I told you we are going to be best of friends,remember?).

 As you grow older(before you become a teen),men will begin to notice your beauty.Do not fret.It's normal.They will say all sort of words to entice you.What are words anyways?-"just a combination of letters" ,ignore them.As you gracefully mature into your teen years,a lot of scary things will be going on in your body.You know those tiny buttons on your chest? They will blossom into balloons. You will be shy of it at first,but as time goes on,you'll get used to it.You will also start bleeding from beneath,might come with severe pains tho. Once again - do not fret,its normal!. Due to these physical developments,more boys will get attracted to you. At this point,you'll start developing feelings.You'll start smiling at the mere thought of a boy.You'll start having unreasoning love/attraction for this particular boy.Never confuse it with true love.Many will deceive you,telling you what they have for you is true love,in fact compose beautiful text messages just to make you believe them.Just have it at the back of your mind that its not true.Some are just after your goodies,some just want to show you off to their friends as their babe,some are innocent,experiencing the same unreasoning love you feel.Its all part of adolescence.

During your teenage years,you will have the urge to experiment things.You feel you are old enough now.You'll see kids of your age doing things adults do.Peer pressure is inevitable.But....you have a choice to do either 'good' or 'bad'.I'll advice and plead with you to do good.'Good' may be boring. In fact it is really boring.You just have to endure.("for whatsoever you sow,you shall reap likewise"). Also know if you out of stubornness and self will decide to choose 'bad'.There are consequences.Some leave irreversible scars in your life,while some some can be reversed when you've realized the 'bad' way doesn't pay.Just know this also-Na the bad way sweet pass,in fact it is FUN,its okay to be tempted,but remember,there are consequences.

 Above all,be God-minded.Without Him you are nothing. In fact you need Him,if you wanna be a 'good' girl.Many will mock you,don't feel bad,just know you are on the right path.

PS-I promise to be a very good mother,guide and guard you to the best of my ability with God's help(Amen).

Your Mom,

                                                                                                                                                 G.L                                            

My First Date

"Hey GL"Le crush pinged."Hi dear, how are you?" I replied happily. "The mumu couldn't even call me something sweet for once... nawa o" I thought sadly. "Err, I was wondering if you would be free on Friday by 1pm..." he wrote. "Sure! I am..." I replied happily."Anything for you boo", I added in my mind. I dare not tell him I have a crush on him. Lai lai! I can't let my  ego be dragged into the mud on top boy-matter. I'd rather keep it to myself...and my girlfriends. That was it sha. I started preparing for my first date with my crush. "Maybe he's crushing on you too", my friends teased. The thought brought life to my cheeks a little. Gosh! I can blush for India.

Back to my  preparations, the first on my list was what to wear. I went through my wadrobe and no cloth seemed appropriate for my first date with Le crush. I quickly rushed to the closest ATM point to check my account balance. Friday was just 4 days away. My account was blinking red but I didn't mind... All for love. I pinged my close friend and in less than an hour, we were in the nearest market shopping for a befitting outfit. I was too anxious and excited.

Friday came and he called.I took a last look at myself through the mirror and smiled a smile satisfaction.I got outside and saw him looking so handsome in a simple polo and denim trousers. As usual he smiled at me."wow GL is this you? You're looking more beautiful than ever" ,"oshey fans" I said quickly entering the car before he notices I'm blushing. He entered the car and off we went. "GL, err... I have something to tell you" "Yes? What is it?", I flashed a smile at him, flaunting my dimples. "Wow, how come I'm just noticing you had cute dimples?" he said, smiling. "Tha...." I was about replying when I felt a tap on my lap. "GL, are you listening to me at all?" Ooh shit!! He interuppted my beautiful daydream. I forced a fake smile "Errrm, I didn't hear u jor. Please, repeat yourself..." I said quickly. He sighed and shook his head. "So, I've been talking to myself since eh? What are you thinking about sef?" "You na" I said jokingly. "Haha... If I hear " he said, laughing."So how them boys na,I'm sure they are queuing for u" he teased. "Which boys eh,abeg no whine me" I replied. "ehn GL of life! how's your friend na?" He asked. "The mumu girl is kuku fine" I replied innocently.

The journey was smooth and there was no traffic (ope o!),so we got there quite fast.

We eventually arrived at the place. It was a fast food place at Surulere. It was below my expectations but I go sha manage am like that. All for love. We placed our orders. I requested for a snack and my precious fanta pineapple. He placed his order and we started gisting. We discussed random topics for a while, cracked jokes and all. Then, he cleared his throat ."Err, GL there's something I wanna discuss with you". "Finally! He's gonna pop the question I've been dying to hear", I thought. "Yes? I'm listening..." my heart was racing. Lord help me. "I have a crush on your friend and I need your help" "w-o-o-w" I swiftly raised my head, accidentally spilling my drink in the process. "Yes, I love her so much and I dunno how to tell her..." he continued in a determined way, not caring whether I had just spilled my drink or not...

Kai!! Humans are wicked and heartless! After spending my last kobo trying to look beautiful for him, he had to break my heart in such a grand way...? What a romantic heart break. Taking me out on a date just to break my heart...? How cruel. "Awwwww, so sweet,tell her na.
 I forced a smile, wishing I could wake up from this nightmare. "Please, can u help me ehn GL? You know you're my friend na,what are friends for?" he pleaded. Quietly and slowly sipping the remains of my spilled drink, I stared down, wondering "What kind of zone is this???"

My Heartbreak

Hi everyone!! Thanks for comments and love you showed me in my last post. I was overwhelmed. Errr, my friend Dickson has come again o. Lol! Dunno the girl that broke his heart tho, if I catch her ehn......

>>Looking in her eyes is like watching the sunrise from the balcony of a beach house in the Bahamas, her smile, don't even go there, it can melt the strongest of heart. "She is the one", I said to myself. 'Love at first sight' that's the name they give to such cases. I have always bragged not to allow any girl make me weak like this, but was i weak? I think I was even stronger than how i was before. She happened to be in my School, my Faculty, my Department and my Class!! That only made it worse or maybe better because I had the chance to see her almost every other day so I always had the opportunity to appreciate the handwork of God almost every other day.
  
"Hi my name is Dickson" I summoned the remaining courage I didn't even believe I had to introduce myself to her "hello my name is *******" she replied me with her voice like that of the cool breeze that emanates from the ocean, with a  smile that only the angels can know how it came about, that finally melted my heart! I couldn't lie to myself now, she is the one I wanted. I just couldn't explain it, it even seemed like i wanted her more that i wanted her, like a loop that can never terminate.

I couldn't even close my eyes anymore without me seeing her. Was I obsessed or was it that the love was strong? I didn't even want to find out the only thing that I thought was that i have fallen into that  love pit I have always been cautious of and it will take more than a rope to get me out of it now. Time went by like it always does and we already were good friends and maybe even close. I knew she knew I felt something for her but I always thought she was waiting for me to make the first move, I did after a very long time of nursing that huge  amount of feelings inside.

It was the first day of April I picked up my phone and poured out my heart on my phone to the extent I got it wet with the feelings I have for her through a text message and sent it to her. Expectation was high, my heart was racing anticipating her reply, felt like my heart was ready to jump out from my  chest any moment because it had already navigated it's way to my throat, forget this long talk, all I am trying to say is that I was nervous. My phone rang, it was her! Now my heart  was already in my mouth I was just about to spit it out when she told me "NO!!!!" Those two letters were enough to send my heart back not even to it's original position but my stomach! "Dickson I can't be yours because I have somebody already" she continued. I thought she will call me back and tell me that was her April fool prank on me and reverse her decision but it was for real!! Wow! Her heart taken is the cause of my own heart breaking, what I always avoided is happening to me in HD..

Social Media Madness (2)

Hii, I promised to post my own version of Social Media Madness.If you havent read my friend's version,click here .

Flashback: Before 2002,there were no mobile phones,no laptops. Desktop computers were for the rich. Infact only rich people used the cyber cafe.Life was simple yet complicated. Communication was slow and difficult.You have to wait for weeks before your letters get to its recipient .Relationships survived through love letters and occasional sneaking out of your parents house to see the boo. 

Let me fast forward to this present times. Shortly after phones were introduced to Nigeria ,social networks started springing up. It started with Hi5,the beautiful themes ,chatting with strangers,making online friend
Hi5 was the shi  if you weren't on hi5,my dear you still live in d stone age. Not long after ,Facebook stole the show from hi5.  It proved itself worthy with the better interface and advanced features. Facebook was off the hook. Even if you didn't have beautiful pictures,some random guy will still inbox you.Many relationships sprang forth from Facebook.It was the first time I'd hear of a relationship where the both parties have never seen each other.

 We were still enjoying Facebook jejely, when a fiercer wave hit the social media world.The blackberry messenger!. Everybody wanted to own a blackberry.It was crazy.People sold their kidneys to get a blackberry. I almost sold mine self. Every where you go 8 out of 10 people owned a blackberry. It was so crazy that our dear Nollywood had to make a movie titled "blackberry babes".

 It was the rave of the moment.You see girls threatening their boyfriends 'you see honey if you don't buy me a black berry ehn...
It was the biggest hit in the social media world. Kudos to RIM on that.Guys no longer asked for phone numbers ,they ask for pins.If you don't have , then they reluctantly ask for your phone number. You self you be wondering 'why don't I have a black berry self'.

People did anything they could to get a black berry,including buying London used phones and Nigeria stolen phones which were cheaper.If you are a unilag chick and you didn't have a black berry then,well....

 While still recovering from the Blackberry virus, another crazy virus hit the social media world. Twitter!!!. At first it was boring. Later it got really fun and interesting especially if you have many followers. If you have less than 1000 followrs on Twitter ,you are a newbie. Gradually Facebook became outdated since our darling parents decided to invade on our privacy all in the name of feeling funky. We just had to relocate to a better abode. Twitter was just the right place.

So many interesting things happen on Twitter ,there is always hot gist.The thirst for followers and attention was deep, some of the girls posed half naked to get male attention ,the guys tweet sexual things or at worst buy followers. only a few people got followers in a decent manner. Guys got free sex easily ,every one always trying to be a contradiction of who they are in reality.Everyone trying to please their followers and gain online popularity and respect. Twitter is really a crazy place. Its the current rave of the moment.

There is also Instagram, social network for the bigzz people. Only smartphones like Iphone, bb10 and tecno android can access it. Most people use it to flaunt their wealth and fine fine clothes.Thank God for the magic filters,every one on Instagram is beautiful/handsome. Bet if you still worwor after all the filters,well......sorry. 

Wait..I almost forgot Whatsapp!.Whatsapp is basically a chatting application, just like the blackberry messenger,bet him craze no too plenty sha.

This write up would be incomplete if I didn't mention 2go,badoo,eskimi,.There's no much madness in these sites tho,maybe that's why they are in d lower part of the social media chain. Who knows what social network is gonna be the next rave?*thinking*

Social Media Madness

So my good friend Dickson wrote something on social media madness.Here is it:
 

"Guy dat girl is hot!! "said Femi "but not hotter than this one i just met "said Uche, this heated argument was just about the girls they met on this website called 'Facebook '. Yes Facebook, it got all my friends wanting to always be in front of their desktops at home or use their feeding money to go and get internet time at the nearest cyber-cafe to have a feel of it .
I did not really see what was so fascinating about this website, "Dickson u don't know what you are missing, every hot guy and babe rocks that website " Femi convinced me. He succeeded, I joined the website. I just changed my neighborhood and school so i left most of my friends behind, I  was surprised wen i met one, two, three and almost all ma friends that I left behind, now this site got me. The fact that i could chat with them and exchange pictures with them now made me catch the flu, I was down with "Facebook fever!!!! ".
I haven't even recovered from that one when this new one came out "twitter", everybody was talking about it like they were paid to do so. Now your status in the society was almost based on how many followers you have on the social network or if you are verified on it.. It got me, got my parents, got my sisters and got almost all my friends but the most surprising one, it got my pastors!!!  Guess they followed that saying "if you cannot beat them you join them ", but can we blame them? That's a million dollar question that will stir up one hell of an argument. Our older folks call us the "jet age" but I call us the "social network age", I am sure that didn't raise any eyebrow (Ok it did maybe just one ok two... ). Welcome to our generation of less spoken words but more typed words. *winks

Watch out for my version.

Welcome WELcome WELCOME!!

hii! im really excited to be here.Been thinking about creating a ME blog. Am sure you're wondering why a ME blog,who even wants to know bout ME self.Calm your tits brethren, no be fight na.Well.... *adjusts nerd glasses* am gonna be posting my writeups,yeah i love writing i do hope you'd enjoy my writeups.Secondly err i love fashion and am already learning how to sew,so am gonnna be showcasing my imperfect works till i get better.You could also send in your writeups and with your permission id post them,and also any picture of the D-I-Ys id be posting later on.lets get starrteedd!!!



PS: Your comment is like chilled fanta pineapple to me,i love to drink pleasee feed mee *hot tears*

                                                                                   G.L