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The Case Of An Ex

…. and when the phone rang and I saw the number, I thought it was one of those cranks who call me after getting my number off the newspaper. I was putting little Anabel to bed as I answered, expecting my caller to either hang up or say, ‘baby how now? I see ur advert for magazine and I wanna know you. Baby how can I see u?’ “Who is this?” I asked again, getting ready to tell him never to call again. “Tayo.” “Who?” “Wetin dey do you? U no dey hear? It’s Pius.” I paused and checked the number again. “Pius?” “Yes.” “Are u in Nigeria?” “Came in yesterday?” “Welcome back,” I said, hoping that I sounded nonchalant. “So you still have my number.” “Always had your number.” “How come you never call?” “We don’t have anything to talk about?” {Can u believe the shit!} “Where are u?” he asked. “Opebi.” “Are u serious? I’m in Opebi too.” I smiled. “Really? Where in Opebi?” “Cottage. What are you doing in Opebi from Satellite Town?” I told him. “Come and see me now. Cottage is in…” “I know where Cott...

The Ring Thingy

i copied this from www.poshbuki.blogspot.com and decided to share. i will write what i feel on this issue sometime soon. "my friend Abiodun got married some days back and it was a beautiful day, she and her groom got their papas to spend plenty money and we all cooed over every single detail except the groom, “what is a fine looking sista like Abbe doing with him?” was the question on our minds, but spinelessly not our tongues.The groom, who apart from being just 18 years older than stylish and beautiful Abbe was peculiar, he didn’t behave as if he was getting married, didn’t smile at the bride or anyone, didn’t look longingly into the bride’s eye! Didn’t look excited!... DIDN’T LOOK LIKE HE WAS THERE!I asked if anyone knew how they met and nobody knew, it sounded a bit odd as Abbe had always enjoyed flaunting every aspect of her life to every one of us.I was beginning to think there could be an X-FILES theory somewhere when one of my girls said, “It’s the ring thingy you know”“Wh...

Ponder On This

From my inbox, forwarded to me. I am supposed to forward it also, but I am extremely lazy at doing that. 1. There are at least two people in this world that you would die for. 2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way. 3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you. 4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you. 5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep. 6. You mean the world to someone. 7. You are special and unique. 8. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you. 9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it. 10. When you think the world has turned its back on you take another look. 11. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks. So............If you are a loving friend, send this to everyone, including the one that sent it to you. If you get it back, then they really do love you. And always r...