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Absent

I've been gone a while. And I still will be gone some more. Too many things are begging for attention and I need to sit up because for a while, I have been too comfortable that I have almost forgotten the reason why I resigned from my former place of employment. But I will be back soon, and I will have loads of gist for you all.

I will do my best to visit blogs now and then. And I hope I don't miss all the fun. I know I will. With 14th and Serenity and all.

I will try to catch up, but right now, my work needs my undivided attention because its coming like a new born baby.

So, while I'm gone, I will appreciate every prayers for Uzezi to succeed at whatever it is that has taken her away from blogging for now. I promise to tell about the work soon, when things are in better perspective, and I ain't confused.

Meanwhile, I noticed two things weeks back. First, the blogger called Doll, has disappeared. Secondly, Pamela went private, and I can't view her blog anymore. Pamela,…

Childhood

As a kid, I knew how play. Run around everywhere playing playing playing. We had different songs we sing and play with. We had different games also. Last night, while lying down, I started reciting some of them, and thought they will make a lovely post.

Game

If I say I kill my one star, you say you kill your two star, okay? Let’s start.
Me: I kill my one star
You: I kill my two star
Me: I kill my three star
You: I kill my four star
Me: I kill my five star
You: I kill my six star
Me: (screaming) haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! You killed your sister.

A song we play to with our hands

New money e don come
I buy garri for 10k
I give Mary to cook am
Mary cook am e no don
I beat Mary she no cry
I kill Mary she no die
Which kind Mary be dis o
Amina, amina toro
A lazy girl
Shina, agoro pepper
Ragarogo ragarogo
Simpe
Abele sam

I’m sure it sounded something like that, even if I might have missed some spellings.

I Got Tagged

I have been tagged! Checked my comments and was informed by naijalines
that I am one of six of her newly acquired enemies. Then onome had to tag me too. Well, so as not to overdo and acquire a new name for myself in blogville, here we go with the rules:-


1. Link the person who tagged you – see I already did that in the beginning of the post.
2. Mention the rules in your blog- which is what you are reading now
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours- right after the rules okay?
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them- check at the end of this post.
5.Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged- alrighty.

I had to think and unthink, write and unwrite what I believe will fit into quirks for me. So, here are my 6 unspectacular quirks.


I can never be caught out without wearing a bra. I know they say never say never. But this is a never forever.

I’m not a crowd person. I’d rather be home with a book than hanging out with a crowd. Even if I k…

BROKEN HEARTED

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I am so sad. So fucking sad! I don’t know why this has to happen. Liverpool had such bad luck last night that I couldn’t even eat. Okay, that’s an exaggeration. I ate my noodles, but I didn’t finish it because I’m heart broken.

And truth is that I am not even a fan. That’s right, I’m a Gunner for ever, but you see, this damn football club called Liverpool took my Arsenal out of the Champions League, and if they could do that then they should win the others.

I know I ought to have sided with Chelsea because of what Liverpool did to us during the quarter finals, but then, I don’t like Chelsea, I can’t like Chelsea. No they did nothing to me, but their fans are too damn proud. Their players, Drogba especially, thinks he’s all that, he is too damn proud. There is no room for the Blues in my heart.

Liverpool had bad luck right from the first leg, when Riise put them behind with an own goal. Then that penalty of yesterday was just so fucked.

Why did Liverpool have to break my heart this way? C…