NO IS BETTER THAN YES!
It all started on the campus of the then University of Ile-Ife, now Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife. In the mid 70’s as an undergraduate, my uncle, Oye, a student of Architecture part 4, had a roommate, a fresh student of the Petroleum Engineering whose name was Samuel.
Femi, interrupted the story with his lovey dovey Yinka, saying Samuel’s story looked similar to that of his and Yinka’s. They met at the restaurant in the UK, Yinka was indisposed from school stress, as a result, she fainted. He helped her, drove her to the hospital and afterwards cupid shot an arrow of love at them.
Love is so powerful, it steals your heart even when you think you’re not gonna give in. As it was their first Valentine’s Day on campus, they both had plans in mind to paint every moment of that day Red and White, they sent letters, pictures and gifts to each other and some of their loved ones.
My wife becomes a mute when mad at me. She would completely ignore me, pretending not to hear anything I say, and getting her to say even a word becomes as futile as cooking a stone in a sieve. Her last ‘silence war’ lasted three full days. I noticed she had ‘outgrown’ her favourite dress, and I stupidly mentioned my observation. This time, it has lasted a week already, a whole week of weakening frustration, yet without an idea of what my offence is or how to appease her.
A Fighting chance (by Dele Fatoki)
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Knock knock “it’s Charles”. That was the sound that woke me up on a Saturday morning, the Saturday I decided to be lazy and do nothing as it was less than a week that I fully resumed into a new academic year. I had been busy throughout the week and as such I decided to help myself with a long sleep and unproductivity that day and the cold weather was perfect for the plan.
“I am coming” was my reply in a weak tone so as not to chase the sleep I long waited for away. I stood up powerlessly from the bed and walked towards the door in slow motion.
“Open the door or what are you doing inside” Charles said in his usual playful tone as he hit my door continuously as to remind me that I was beginning to take much time for me to open the door. It didn’t change my movement.
“Good morning” I said as I opened the door half way and rested my whole body weight on it. “Good morning, please I need your cloth peg” Charles said in his natural funny voice. Charles is like my school brother along sides his roommate ‘spartan’ and is also one of the most lively persons in the hostel, known for his mysterious ‘whinnings’ and all of a sudden quietness. He was topless and wearing a Chelsea short Knicker. The excess sweat on him not only made his burnt complexion glaring but also made it obvious that he just spent hours in the bathroom. I got the pegs for him and handed it over. “Thanks.. I will see you later” he said and I nodded in agreement as if opening my mouth would let the sleep out finally. He let out a big grin and started walking towards his room which was just a few metres from mine.
I watched him walk towards his room and observed the unusual calmness of the hostel “well its Saturday everybody has something doing and those that don’t are probably still on their bed” I thought to my self.
Just as I was about to lock my door so I could finish the meeting I had with sleep, I sighted a golden figure coming out of the room exactly opposite mine. Room 81. I watched how the golden complexion lady took a quiet and gentle step out of the room and waited outside as if expecting something to happen before she took the next step. She had a perfect long braid on, that fell down perfectly and rested on her shoulder, but that wasn’t the only perfect thing about her. She wore a blue jeans short, a pink top, and an amazing smile that exposed the cute dimples on her lovely cheeks. On the top of her perfectly modeled ear and cute little nose sat an eye glass. I could only wonder what magical wonders stood behind those glasses as I couldn’t see through them. Magical wonders that would later change my life I thought. Her lips were red but natural and the way she squeezed them that morning sent chilled electric current from my brain to my heart and back to my brain. My whole body adjusted to absorb the the excess sun rays her golden color deflected towards me. The short jeans she wore showed off her straight and spotless slim legs. All this amazing features of hers sat well calculated in her perfectly carved and slender structure.
I was aware that there were new occupants of the hostel, but I had never for once imagined that such a pretty young lady would find her way to this part of the world. Even though I hadn’t met her personally she became my new definition of perfection. I stood still like someone on hypnosis staring at God’s masterpiece. She finally decided to make her move, it looked like I spent 30 minutes staring at her but it had only been 3 minutes, enough time for her notice someone was staring but she didn’t even though I was less than 30 feet away. “Why would she notice me” I said to myself, “compared to her kind of of beauty I am invisible” I concluded while I watched her take her usual careful and perfect steps till she left my line of sight. I slammed the door and went back to the bed happily, not just because I had just sighted an Angel or a figure that before then only existed in the mind of people or as cartoon and fairy tale characters, but also because the sleep hadn’t left my body. I was just five minute into the sleep when my phone rang.. Now the sleep vanished completely
Days and weeks passed since I saw ‘My definition of perfection’ but there was not a day I didn’t replay that first scene in my head. I did not replay it because I was jobless or I was crazy in love, the scene was stuck in my head. She is the kind of girl I should fall in love with at first sight, actually I did, but I always reminded myself that she was way out of my league anytime I thought of her. I am the kind of guy that has little or no experience when it comes to wooing a girl as I have never had a girlfriend before or even fallen in love. So anytime I thought of her I had lots of questions to answer myself, questions like ‘why would such a good looking girl want to hang out with me’, ‘ what on earth would I do or say to impress such a girl? As she should have seen a lot of guys and met a lot of people that will have something new or amazing to offer her’, ‘even if a miracle happens and she accepts to go out with me, I would be faced with the challenge of keeping her away from other guys, and as such I have to be better than them!’, if I get too close to her and she decides not to date me I would feel useless and won’t my life be worse than it already is?
If there is one thing that encouraged my distance from girls, it was cause of the heart break and rejection. I so much prefer to stay on my own than to be ridiculed by a fellow human being like me just because I find them attractive, shit I am attractive too. But this was an Angel, I was prepared to take the risk if there was any! These are the thoughts that go through my mind anytime I think of her. “Young man forget about this babe, this is love impossible” was what concluded the thought anytime my head was beginning to feel like an STS (Statistics) exam (exam with no solution).
Getting rid of the scene of ‘Golden Queen’ in my head became visible as it had been long I saw her,I began to wonder if it was just in my imagination that she existed and even if I truly saw her nothing can happen was what was always coming to my mind. Not too long after I had forgotten about her already, nature decided to ‘Do me strong thing’.
It was one of my fellow hostel mates birthday on this fateful day. The hostel was very much lively and there was electrical shortage that night so it was only normal for me to chill outside. I Was going back to room when I suddenly sighted two familiar beauties walking down the stairs. It was ‘my definition of perfection’ and her mind blowing roommate. My whole system adjusted so as to fit the Situation . That day, I knew angels do glow in the dark. Even though it was dark I could see the Golden Queen’s perfect figure and features detailed. Not only that the illumination from the Golden Queen made me have a clear view of her roommate even in the dark, she was dark in complexion and of average height. Her body features were wonderfully made and placed in her not too slender shape .
“Guy just compose yourself and walk past them like you didn’t see them” a voice from my head instructed. I agreed to that, but as they walked passed me, I heard myself say ‘Hi’. They both turned back simultaneously as if they operated on the same frequency. Now my sense organs started to work in reverse. My ears told all other sounds to be quiet, my mouth listened to what would come out of hers, my eyes saw her warm yet cold beauty, my nose smelt the beautiful fragrance on her and my skin felt an unusual calmness within her.
“Hi” they both greeted back calmly while The Golden Queen adjusted her eye glasses as if searching for what just greeted her. It was only normal, compared to such beauty I am invincible, I reminded myself. “Are you ladies new occupants of this hostel?” I asked unconsciously. “Yeah” was her roommate’s reply while The Golden Queen nodded in agreement as if she knew I could see her clearly in the dark. “The room at the corner I guess” I asked pretending to be ignorant while pointing towards their room. And I received the same reply. “I am Dele, and you are” I said confidently while putting my hands out for a shake. Now it was clear to me that it wasn’t only my mouth that acted out of the blue but all of my body parts. I was facing her roommate this time so she opened her quiet lips and spoke gently “I am Esther”. I shook her gently and faced the prettiest girl I ever met. She wore that natural smile again, this made me smile too. She shook me and said “I am Daniella”. The sound of her gentle seductive voice put my body system back to its normal tempo.
Suddenly I felt calm. Her touch made my organs function correctly. Now I felt safe. An Angel was not only smiling at me but was also holding my hands, what could go wrong? I stood still with my eyeballs heavy. They were full of tears. I was glad the environment was dark, I would have been embarrassed. My heart was overwhelmed with joy for so many reasons. “maybe I would come to pay you a visit some other time” I concluded and left her hand. “OK” they replied and we parted ways. I went straight to my room jumped on my bed and thought to myself “I finally got to talk to her, Not bad.” I reminisced throughout the night. Even though it is impossible for me to have her, I HAD BEEN GIVEN A FIGHTING CHANCE!!!….
By Dele fatoki
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Lo and behold, it was ringing in the trousers of the owner. Apparently, he had a leaking pocket and his phone had slipped all the way to the bottom without his knowledge. He was wearing skinny pants so his phone could not drop to the ground. You need to see the look on his face when he discovered the phone, he was like a helpless puppy looking for its mummy, simply priceless!!!
As I approached my bus stop I reached into my pocket to bring out my #100 naira note. All I that was in my pocket was this flyer I was given to attend a program. Come to think of it…. I could bet I had thrown that flyer away. On my way to the car park, a lady walked towards me and handed me this flyer. She made me say to her that I was going to attend this praise programme her church was organizing. Not wanting to waste my time and also disappoint the lady, I said I would come. After I left her, I remember reaching into my pocket to throw the flyer into the dustbin.
Written by @koladePelumi
I read this letter online and wanted to share it with you all. Its so sweet and touching. I hope you all learn a thing or two from it. Read below
“My dear girl, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.
If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”… Just listen, please. Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same story night after night until you would fall asleep.
When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a girl?
When you see how ignorant I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way… remember, honey, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day… the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.
If I occasionally lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant. Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you.
And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked.
When those days come, don’t feel sad… just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love.
I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared. With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you, I just want to say, I love you… my darling daughter.”
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Selenah! my love
Some people believe in love but never fall in love. Others do not believe but end up falling in love. Some believed but because of a crucial heart break stopped believing in love. Well my case is the best ever! I believe in love and I am still in love. That is one positive thing that happened during this strike.
For selenah and I,it was love at first sight. I would never forget the color of what she wore that day. She was dressed in red, with a tint of black. She likes dressing in red! I knew I was going to meet her that day but nobody told me of her stunning appearance. I mean, I went to look for her at the shop. I was told I would see her there. I felt excitement from within as I set eyes on her. She did not know I was coming and I did not know I was about to fall in love. Ever since our encounter at the shop, I knew I had to make Selenah mine and mine alone. I sure did!
Selenah and I have been together for like 3 months now, it has been rough, sometimes am doting her, other times I ignore her. It is not like I do not like her any longer. It is just that I do not have ample time for her anymore. I remember the first two weeks we were together, our relationship was rock solid. I always spent every tick of my time with her. But as time went by, I started getting distracted by other things. Sometimes my mind even skips her, but as soon as I lay my eyes on her, I fall in love all over again.
Many times I find it difficult to read her, other times I am out right frustrated by her. I guess that is how relationships are.
Anyway, be it the good or bad times, I always enjoy selenah’s company.
I hope to have Selenah forever, she wold always be in my heart, but when she gets a little older I would have to get another . I know this sounds wicked and unfair to selenah, but I would have no choice. Her beauty would have faded and she may not be as useful as before. So I would have to get another to replace her. Anyway, I would always be in love with her 6 strings. Selenah my guitar!!
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As I drive slowly to St Patrick’s hospital. My heart thumps mildly. I am trying to concentrate on my driving, but my mind keeps dragging me back to last week.
Last week, Taye (my friend) and I went to the bar. I just won the contract for a road construction, so we went to celebrate this feat. I ordered free drinks on the house. I paid for the drinks of about 30 people present at the bar.
I used to boast that I could control my senses under the influence of alcohol, so Taye and I decided that today was a brilliant day to to test out who had the highest alcohol tolerance of the two of us. Before we knew it, we were on 6 bottles of beer and were both very drunk! I could hardly keep my mind in one place!
Soon , a girl walked up to my table and engaged me in a conversation. I remember she was really pretty and had a beautiful red gown on . Another thing I noticed even while my head was spinning was that she had the most beautiful accent. It sounded a little bit American but with a hint of the swagger with which Britons talked , I loved it.
I don’t remember much of the conversation, but I know we discussed her love life. From the hint of whiskey I perceived from her mouth, It was obvious she had been drinking too, but was not drunk.
On a good day, I would avoid a keen discussion with such a pretty being at a bar, mainly because I’m married! And I love my wife with my life, so I try to steer away from any sought of storms that would rock the boats our beautiful marriage.
She talked about how she had problems dating numerous guys. She rambled on about how she had lost faith in love. I told her I did not share her beliefs and I struggled to be coherent when narrating the love story between my wife and I. I can’t remember what else we said to each other but I remember she beamed a lot during our conversation. She had a beautiful smile .
At some point, I checked my watch and realised it was few minutes past 10pm. My wife would be worried!!!!
I lazily got up to walk to my car, but I kept stumbling. Taye was not much of a help. He was very drunk too, so you could say that we were both as useless as the “p” in psycho. I don’t even know which direction Taye staggered to.
In the midst of my troubles, pretty lady (I did not get her name yet) came to my aid as I staggered aimlessly around the bar.
I did not know what I was doing and I foolishly followed her into my car. My phone rang. I took a look at it, my wife was trying to call but I could not coordinate my senses to pick up, talk less about speaking.
Pretty lady drove me off and honestly I can hardly remember what happened after . All I realized is that when I regained full consciousness the next morning, I was only wearing my boxers, on a bed , in an unfamiliar environment.
As I looked up I noticed that the pretty miss that rescued me from yester-night was all dressed up and ready for work. A confused me asked her if anything happened between us and all I got was a smile. Just like the beams she flashed often at the bar.
She told me she was hurrying off to work and that I should dress up also. She left her business card and my car keys on the sofa where I lay and she took off.
My God! Am I dreaming? What have I done? Right there and then, I swore never to drink anymore. What explanation would I offer my wife? How the hell did I end up in this mess? What in the world happened last night? Those were the questions that flew through my head in random fashion.
I practically flew out of pretty lady’s home without even taking a blink at the card. I got home to a very worried wife and I offered her one cock and bull story about having to pass the night at a friend’s place. Though it was not convincing enough and I could tell that she was not buying my story. That was the best I could offer on short notice.
Ever since the incident with pretty lady I have not had rest. Have I contracted HIV/AIDS or some other sexually transmitted disease? Are my days numbered? I don’t even know what to think. I have been too much of a scared cat to go for a proper check-up.
This morning I decided to face my fears. As I would not have good rest until I had a complete check-up.
Here I am now in the doctor’s office waiting anxiously for the results of the tests. He tells me that I don’t have syphilis but my test for HIV turned out positive. My world had been turned upside down. What would I do?, what will I tell my wife? He starts to explain that this is not the end of the world and continues on with some other things. All his explanations fall on deaf ears. All I think about is my life, what will become of it.
Shortly after a nurse comes and says “sir, I think I mixed up those results”. Oh – my!!! Did I hear right? my innermost soul craved that what the nurse said be true. Luckily, it was. I was cleared. The positive HIV result belonged to another person. I had pity on that person but I was grateful I was not the victim.
I don’t know what happened that night, I don’t know if I ever want to know. Maybe, nothing even happened. Maybe pretty miss just took care of me and gave me a place to sleep. Whatever it is, I don’t want to know. All I know is that I don’t want to have anything to do with those brown bottles any more.
Written by Kolade Oluwapelumi
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Dealing with Pressure
by Feranmi Muraina @prodigy
Have you ever felt like just leaving everything behind and having not a care in the world, or you just put your music volume on highest, jam up your earphones and flee from the crossfire in that place you call home, well, welcome to my world where am constantly pestered by this entity known as pressure.
From parents who think cos they pay a lot of money to take care of you, your opinions are unwarranted and the only thing you should be thinking of is how to make their workload easier…..and then even when u try your best to please them, all u get is criticism for a botched work and ignorance of a job well done.
From school where your lecturers make your life a living hell all because they had a hard time during their years and therefore it is a very grave sin for yours to be any easier and that’s why they smother yo u with notes ,handouts, assignments, deadlines quizzes, tests etc.
From the workplace who made Monday your worst enemy cos Mondays mean going back to that workplace where u hate it but you gotta get paid, sucking up to shiny assed bosses who don’t even got what u got, but just because of connections are where they are.
All this have been foremost in my and how to overcome them when sometimes last month while playing a soccer game (Pes 10…..i no like pes13 joor) and after I scored a goal with Cristiano Ronaldo (who’s obviously better than Lionel Messi ) that the electronic commentators gave me my answer, they said “that was a wonderful goal, he controlled the ball perfectly well even under the pressure from the defense and kept his eyes on goal and it paid off in the end, fantastic effort from Cristiano Ronaldo and now Madrid is in the driving seat”.
Ignoring the second part (which obviously shows am winning) and taking a look at the preceding part, it is clear that
He was under pressure: Now let us liken this pressure from the defense to our everyday life pressures, and the pesky little defenders to the perpetrators of this ignoble weight on our lives, they will always be there but it is us who decides how deal with them.
He controlled the ball : which is the same as keeping our cool and not letting these pressures get to us.
He kept his eye on goal :simple, you must have a goal and you must keep it in focus.
He scored (like he always does) : and then we’ll triumph.
His team is ahead in the game: your success will definitely decrease your pressures just as surely as Ronaldo’s teammates and fans won’t pressurize him after that wonderful goal.
So in summary, keep your cool and keep your eyes on the goal……and let’s see if you won’t be better for it…………….
Written by prodigy ( @prodigy001)
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LETTER TO MY UNBORN CHILD
Written by Kolade Oluwapelumi
Hey dude, (it kind of sounds weird saying ‘son’ at my age and stage…..) I did not really want to write this letter so I don’t jinx everything I have planned for you. Anyways, I decided to do it just for fun. Just so you know, I plan on being the coolest dad ever. Also, you would have one of the coolest mums on the planet. Your grandparents are the best. You would surely meet them by God’s grace.
Back to your mum (my wife ).She would be the prettiest person man ever laid eyes upon(trust me on that one) though I probably have not met her yet, (or I might have) whichever way, I am pretty sure about her beauty . So that obviously means you would be one of the finest children ever to be born.
We would do the coolest things like playing games together till late into the night. You would learn the guitar from me,( girls really dig we guitarists you know!)…. so it would be an added advantage apart from your beauty ( yes, a boy can be referred to as being beautiful). Even if I am not catching on my chords fast, by the time you arrive I should be a pro.
You would love the lord your God, even though having a close relationship with God is up to you, I will play my role as a father and put you on the right path. Enough said already, I have millions of plans for you, very exciting ones. We would wait until you arrive. Please note, I would not have any traits of rebellion in you. So you would have to be a good boy.
Ps: I really hope you come as a boy and have a little sister. If you come as a girl first,well……. I will write your letter next (just in case).
Your loving father!
Yeah you!….. I really wanted a boy as a first child and I will sing that to you all your life. I am kidding of course. I would love you silly. You would definitely be pretty, almost to a fault. Obviously, it is simply” genetical” (You should see your mum!) The usual rules apply. No dating till you are 15 (25 actually, if I had my way lol). I would get fearsome dogs, about 10 to place a check on those boys your beauty will unavoidably attract. (Just joking with the 10 dogs….. but there would definitely be dogs). I have billions of plans for you as well. I guess we would wait for time to run it’s course.
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