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EPISODE 1
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*ping* my BlackBerry Q10 vibrated
EPISODE 1
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*ping* my BlackBerry Q10 vibrated
(oh yeah, I use a
Q5. Just wanted to take style and tell you) So. I
had actually been on Facebook digging into the
pictures of my newest Facebook crush when that ping
came in (by the way, I might probably “expose” the
facebook username of the Facebook crush at the end
of this *winks*) Alright. Let me focus on the story. I
need to stop digressing. *takes a deep breath* So,
the ping. I minimized my browser and went to BBM
to see the evil spirit that was disturbing my life with
a freaking BBM ping (I hate pings, by the way, and
I always forget to deactivate the vibrations that
come with them. After typing this I need go
deactivate that thing) So, straight outta Facebook I
balled into BBM and lo and behold it was Jaga. That
idiot. No, Jaga is not his real name. That’s just what
we call him. It’s actually a short version of Jaga
Jaga. I don’t know how such evil nickname was given
to him. Actually the fool na my guy, and the mumu
boy just loves two things in his life more than
anything – women and weed…aside from that, the
guy no get wahala sha. So I received his message.
“Fool”. I typed. “Why you won kill my battery”. Pim.
I sent it. He received the message and started
typing. I watched the typing thing that shows up
near someone’s bbm name when he is typing and
waited. Pim. His message entered. “Guy, e get one
babe wey dey trip for you here o” I squeezed face.
Which type of mumu message is this again. I just
received the message, bone the guy and returned to
Facebook to continue checking out my crush’s picture
from where I stopped. Ping Ping Ping. Three pings, I
nearly mad. I rushed back to BBM. “Guy, why u won
kill my ba3 na. You chop mess?”. I sent it. “Fool”.
He replied. “I won change your life” Then he sent me
a picture. I opened it. And my eye “shined”. See, is
not like I fall in and out of like easily sha but mehn,
I saw that picture and forgot about the other girl I
was checking out on Facebook. “Who be this babe”. I
asked. Jaga sent me a smiling smiley. Then typed.
“Na the girl I been tell you say she dey trip for you.
Mumu” I looked at the message. Trip for me ke?
Why? See It’s not like I’m looking down on myself or
anything (alright, maybe I am) but mehn, that girl
was too fine abeg. She can’t be tripping for me. So
one thing was certain – Jaga won jonse me. Simple.
He started typing…. I waited. “The girl been see
your instagram picture come talk say she like you
o” (by the way this is my instagram handle, just in
case you won see wetin the girl see: IamDaniel You
can follow me if you like) I looked at the message
and of course, I didn’t believe him. The guy na
jonser. But I still asked: “Who be the girl”. “She be
my cousin”. Jaga replied. I squeeze my face, then
shake head. No guy tells another guy say him cousin
dey trip. It’s like an unspoken rule around guys. We
no dey like our guys near our relation. So for this
fool to tell me his cousin was tripping then there was
something wrong with the story. Why I dey bother
even think this matter sef. “Guy”. I typed. “She
fine. Bye bye”. Pim, I sent. I didn’t get any
message from him again. And I went back to
Facebook. Like ten minutes later, my phone
notification light started blinking. I checked and it
was from BBM And you won’t believe what I saw
when I checked my BBM…
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EVEN YOUR BOO GET A BOO
EPISODE 2
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Be right back. Let me check…
Okay, I remember now. I was talking about
that BBM notification.
So, when I checked what the notification
was I found out it was a BBM friend request
and the name showing was “Clara”
Who be Clara?
My head clicked. Wait, Clara. I went to
Jaga’s name and started typing.
“Wetin be your cousin name?” I typed and
sent.
“Clara”. Jaga typed back.
Okay, I thought, this is starting to get weird.
I suspected it was a trick though. I accepted
the friend request, viewed the picture and
raised an eyebrow. D--n this girl is fine,
what da…
I want you to get a picture of how this girl
looks. Shey you know Juliet ibrahim? (na her
name be that abi? The Ghanaian actress) –
she looks just like her. Well, not really like
her but close. She was fine like that.
I waited. She didn’t send a message. And
mehn, I no won do as if my blood dey hot so
I still waited. An hour, She still didn’t send a
message.
Dammit, I thought, and started typing…
“Hey. I will need your password if you must
continue staying on my list” I typed then
added a little smiling smiley so she no go
think say na beef and sent.
“Check my picture. That’s all the password
you need”
I smiled. She was exactly my type of girl, I
thought, just the humor I like and the cocky
attitude too.
So, like that like that o. We would chat
everyday. Then it went over to calls then
Vam Vam – two weeks down the line I told
her “oya, Anty C. I think we should meet
now. Take me out for a movie”
“Mumu”. She had replied over the phone.
“It’s me that will now take you out abi. Tell
me when you are serious”
I laughed and fixed a date. Sha the day I
called her it was a tuesday. Shebi? Can’t
really remember. But the day we decided to
meet was on a Friday (I remember that
perfectly well). We were supposed to meet
at that shoprite mall in Enugu by around one
so we could catch a 2.30pm movie showing
that day.
So, on that Friday – I baffed. Rub cream.
Wear clothe. Spray spray perfume anyhow
like this eh. I looked at the mirror and
noticed I was starting to get fat small small.
Who cares. I still looked good.
I stepped out mehn. Piam piam, I dey mall.
But I too over go early. It was the mall I
even noticed. I reached there like around
twelve. One freaking hour early gan. I nearly
laugh myself.
I waited though . One o’clock she didn’t
show up. Around 1.20 pm (yes, I was
checking the time like that), she still didn’t
show up so I decided to go and buy tickets
for the movie.
I bought two. 1.40pm. 1.55 pm – no calls.
No pings nothing. I still didn’t want to call
her. She should know to keep appointments.
Why I go call am?. Mumu, my mind voice
told me, better relax and call that girl. Na
your pride go always dey spoil show for you.
By 2.15 pm she called me. Choi, I rushed the
call. Then calmed myself and slowly and
very calmly said “Hello” into the mouthpiece
“This boy. You can’t call someone abi? I’m
at the mall. Where are you?”
To Be Continued…
Q5. Just wanted to take style and tell you) So. I
had actually been on Facebook digging into the
pictures of my newest Facebook crush when that ping
came in (by the way, I might probably “expose” the
facebook username of the Facebook crush at the end
of this *winks*) Alright. Let me focus on the story. I
need to stop digressing. *takes a deep breath* So,
the ping. I minimized my browser and went to BBM
to see the evil spirit that was disturbing my life with
a freaking BBM ping (I hate pings, by the way, and
I always forget to deactivate the vibrations that
come with them. After typing this I need go
deactivate that thing) So, straight outta Facebook I
balled into BBM and lo and behold it was Jaga. That
idiot. No, Jaga is not his real name. That’s just what
we call him. It’s actually a short version of Jaga
Jaga. I don’t know how such evil nickname was given
to him. Actually the fool na my guy, and the mumu
boy just loves two things in his life more than
anything – women and weed…aside from that, the
guy no get wahala sha. So I received his message.
“Fool”. I typed. “Why you won kill my battery”. Pim.
I sent it. He received the message and started
typing. I watched the typing thing that shows up
near someone’s bbm name when he is typing and
waited. Pim. His message entered. “Guy, e get one
babe wey dey trip for you here o” I squeezed face.
Which type of mumu message is this again. I just
received the message, bone the guy and returned to
Facebook to continue checking out my crush’s picture
from where I stopped. Ping Ping Ping. Three pings, I
nearly mad. I rushed back to BBM. “Guy, why u won
kill my ba3 na. You chop mess?”. I sent it. “Fool”.
He replied. “I won change your life” Then he sent me
a picture. I opened it. And my eye “shined”. See, is
not like I fall in and out of like easily sha but mehn,
I saw that picture and forgot about the other girl I
was checking out on Facebook. “Who be this babe”. I
asked. Jaga sent me a smiling smiley. Then typed.
“Na the girl I been tell you say she dey trip for you.
Mumu” I looked at the message. Trip for me ke?
Why? See It’s not like I’m looking down on myself or
anything (alright, maybe I am) but mehn, that girl
was too fine abeg. She can’t be tripping for me. So
one thing was certain – Jaga won jonse me. Simple.
He started typing…. I waited. “The girl been see
your instagram picture come talk say she like you
o” (by the way this is my instagram handle, just in
case you won see wetin the girl see: IamDaniel You
can follow me if you like) I looked at the message
and of course, I didn’t believe him. The guy na
jonser. But I still asked: “Who be the girl”. “She be
my cousin”. Jaga replied. I squeeze my face, then
shake head. No guy tells another guy say him cousin
dey trip. It’s like an unspoken rule around guys. We
no dey like our guys near our relation. So for this
fool to tell me his cousin was tripping then there was
something wrong with the story. Why I dey bother
even think this matter sef. “Guy”. I typed. “She
fine. Bye bye”. Pim, I sent. I didn’t get any
message from him again. And I went back to
Facebook. Like ten minutes later, my phone
notification light started blinking. I checked and it
was from BBM And you won’t believe what I saw
when I checked my BBM…
.
EVEN YOUR BOO GET A BOO
EPISODE 2
.
.
.
Be right back. Let me check…
Okay, I remember now. I was talking about
that BBM notification.
So, when I checked what the notification
was I found out it was a BBM friend request
and the name showing was “Clara”
Who be Clara?
My head clicked. Wait, Clara. I went to
Jaga’s name and started typing.
“Wetin be your cousin name?” I typed and
sent.
“Clara”. Jaga typed back.
Okay, I thought, this is starting to get weird.
I suspected it was a trick though. I accepted
the friend request, viewed the picture and
raised an eyebrow. D--n this girl is fine,
what da…
I want you to get a picture of how this girl
looks. Shey you know Juliet ibrahim? (na her
name be that abi? The Ghanaian actress) –
she looks just like her. Well, not really like
her but close. She was fine like that.
I waited. She didn’t send a message. And
mehn, I no won do as if my blood dey hot so
I still waited. An hour, She still didn’t send a
message.
Dammit, I thought, and started typing…
“Hey. I will need your password if you must
continue staying on my list” I typed then
added a little smiling smiley so she no go
think say na beef and sent.
“Check my picture. That’s all the password
you need”
I smiled. She was exactly my type of girl, I
thought, just the humor I like and the cocky
attitude too.
So, like that like that o. We would chat
everyday. Then it went over to calls then
Vam Vam – two weeks down the line I told
her “oya, Anty C. I think we should meet
now. Take me out for a movie”
“Mumu”. She had replied over the phone.
“It’s me that will now take you out abi. Tell
me when you are serious”
I laughed and fixed a date. Sha the day I
called her it was a tuesday. Shebi? Can’t
really remember. But the day we decided to
meet was on a Friday (I remember that
perfectly well). We were supposed to meet
at that shoprite mall in Enugu by around one
so we could catch a 2.30pm movie showing
that day.
So, on that Friday – I baffed. Rub cream.
Wear clothe. Spray spray perfume anyhow
like this eh. I looked at the mirror and
noticed I was starting to get fat small small.
Who cares. I still looked good.
I stepped out mehn. Piam piam, I dey mall.
But I too over go early. It was the mall I
even noticed. I reached there like around
twelve. One freaking hour early gan. I nearly
laugh myself.
I waited though . One o’clock she didn’t
show up. Around 1.20 pm (yes, I was
checking the time like that), she still didn’t
show up so I decided to go and buy tickets
for the movie.
I bought two. 1.40pm. 1.55 pm – no calls.
No pings nothing. I still didn’t want to call
her. She should know to keep appointments.
Why I go call am?. Mumu, my mind voice
told me, better relax and call that girl. Na
your pride go always dey spoil show for you.
By 2.15 pm she called me. Choi, I rushed the
call. Then calmed myself and slowly and
very calmly said “Hello” into the mouthpiece
“This boy. You can’t call someone abi? I’m
at the mall. Where are you?”
To Be Continued…
