First Love..........Forever 2.

I wasn't particularly excited about the tag on Instagram but I knew for sure Akin would almost kill me if he found out.

Femi had called me over ten times in less than two days and what girl wouldn't fall for such a man? The reason I wouldn't want to have a second thought is because they say its better to live with the devil you know rather than the angel you do not even have an idea about. Now my Akin is the devil and Femi the angel( Is he really an Angel sef?)

Immediately, like a good ''Iyawo'', I called Akin just to put him on notice. My network didn't allow for connection but am glad i persisted.

''Hello darling. I managed to say with my fears rolling in my head and heart.

''Hello bae...(I love when he calls me bae) .

Ehnn,, you remember Femi na, that my friend we met at the mall, he put an old picture of us on Instagram and tagged me. I don't know what his problem is but just thought you should know since am unable to untag myself.

Ok, he replied. Just that am not so comfortable with you and this guy. Just know what you're doing.

A bit relieved, I thanked him and hung up after our usual exchange of ''Love you''.

You wouldn't believe me but Femi called in less than five minutes after I dropped the call with boo. Still trying to decide what to say to him and how much I didn't appreciate him tagging me in the picture, Femi said ''Hey dear, what are you up to at the moment? Not allowing me respond, he quickly added, Am at the reception of your office and I told the front desk assistance I'll call you myself. So, can we just have a drink in the restaurant on the ground floor?

Who was I to decline lunch. So I got to him in no time and he was looking as dope as ever. Fine boy of life; I said in my head.

We talked and laughed so hard that we got all the attention from those in the restaurant.   

It was a beautiful 52 minutes break and most likely the best I had had in a long time.

We got to the parking lot and behold his Mercedes Benz Jeep was as bright as ever. I said a little prayer and keyed my faith of owning such a car in the nearest future, and  I believed God answered my prayers. Except one I guess............. my phone rang.

Hello my love. How's work going?

Ohhhh, work ko, work ni. But if I may ask, Akin continued, what are you doing with Femi outside your office? Or you think you could keep that a secret?

He dropped the call and at the time I only knew I was almost doomed.

Of course, he didn't pick my calls nor reply my messages and so I prayed to God to help me.

Akin picked me up from work as usual but I can tell you that for the 3 hours we were in traffic together, none of us uttered a word. I was so guilty and sad. I just thought to myself, that he'll forgive me since I knew we had planned that we'll go to Jerusalem that night......if you know what I mean. But unluckily for me, he didn't still touch me nor have dinner or even peck me goodnight like he'll usually struggle to do when we had our fights.

My husband was upset. 

I had slept off with a heavy heart of course but at about 3 a.m, I could feel his body against mine and my boo whispered in my ear; Bae, I don't want you to ever see Femi again or even pick his calls. Unfriend him from all your social networks and make sure you don't ever allow him in your life again. He's your long past friend and I wouldn't want to share you with anyone. I love you girl and I do trust you. I'll also stop by once in a while for lunch like I used to. I'll make sure I.......

Immediately, without wanting to hear the rest of whatever lyrics he had, I kissed him so hard and you can only imagine what happened after. 

But I knew for sure, I had gotten back my man for life and I had lost my first love forever. 

*Iyawo means wife in Yoruba language.

*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are the  products of the my imagination and used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons,  living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

First Love................Forever.

I know it's been a long while.........

Yeah, that was what he said as he looked at me. I could obviously tell though; where his eyes were fixed (those who know, know!) My name is now Oyinade, I really wouldn't like you calling me Yetunde.

Disgusted already by his big boy attitude, I still could remember my friend from way back. The days we had all the time to care about each other and show the love. I remembered us running to the car whenever daddy or his family driver came. I remembered all the times we bought that very colorful ice blocked icecream that after a sip turned to ice. But now, my friend had changed a whole lot too.

Last I heard much about him was in my 400 level when a mutual friend said she had met him in Malaysia. WOW.........OMG......Oyinade, you should have seen him. He's a very big boy now and guess what, he even bought me the Beyonce perfume I had always wanted. After which, he gave me 1000 Malaysian Ringgit which at the time was about N52,000. My friend Lolade had gone on and on about Femi, and even though a bit of jealousy began to creep in, I knew for sure Femi's ways weren't pure and i didn't want that kind of money; because he had sold a kidney( which was the gist i heard).

I missed him after going to different secondary schools but little did I know he was going to change from that sweet honest boy to the this very desperate money maker he had become. But I kinda still felt like kissing those lips of his. That old fantasy from way back. Pardon me,,,,,, did i mention he is still the finest boy I have ever known? He kept on smiling at me and telling me how much he had tried to get my contact even when he was overseas and kept on looking at me like a lion who wouldn't take his eyes off a deer it was to have for lunch; but I still wasn't moved. 

In less than 10 mins, my boo walked up to us just there in the middle of the shopping mall and said....... ''Hello''. Without a blink, i said Oohh, Akin, meet Femi, my childhood friend, the one I told you lived beside Aunty Jumoke (who is my boo's cousin). Then immediately, my dearest Femi replied ''O, hello dude. You're damn lucky to have her. Just make sure you treat her right all the time, if not, we just might be having a private meeting soon so you'll know how to treat a woman.

Of course, i smiled inside. And I was so happy Akin had just been warned. Not because he wasn't loving me the way I would want him to, but I knew he didn't have my time like he used to. That day was probably the first outing we had in 2 months and that was driving me crazy.

                                    

Femi called me in less than an hour and asked if I was home already. He probably didn't notice the rock on my finger but I was glad he called. My boo obviously could tell who was calling but as much as I tried to manage my smile, I even laughed at some point. The conversation lasted about 15 mins and by that time, we were still hooked at the Lekki toll gate traffic. Could already feel Akin's hot blood and so had to say Goodnight.

Understanding that life had a way of playing with both good and bad times, I was happy my friend had recognized me and gave me all the attention I needed in less than 20 mins but I was seriously weeping at the time I saw on my Instagram page that he had tagged me in this funny old picture we took about 15 years ago and captioned.........@olorioyinade, my first love. Am glad you're close to my heart again. 

 My heart SANK.

MANY THINGS ABOUT TOMORROW. Part 1.

Sitting in my chair at this time, all I can think of is my life. At my young age of 55, I can only say God has been faithful. I have a lovely husband who respects me, two wonderful sons who are now fathers to a beautiful girl each. I wouldn't have asked for better daughters-in-law than Ajoke and Kelechi; who make me feel like I am as young as they both are.

It all began on the 5th of March 1959, when my mother was delivered of me after 8 hours of labour. I was the talk of the town and other villages around because my parents had waited 9 long years for a child. I could only imagine the trauma my mother especially went through. My two siblings came in the short period of three years and I loved them so much. Although we were growing, I knew our large consumption of pounded yam reduced our rate of growing tall. 

I attended the primary school in my village and I loved my friends so much. We had no choice than to sing while walking to and back from school, or playing our local games since there were no other activities like there are now with televisions and the likes. We fetched water from the borehole the government made when the elections were close and that made life easier. I was made tho headgirl of my school because no one ever beat my record of passing 3 of the 7 subjects we ever did. 

I had grown so fast that it dawned it was time to go to the Secondary school. My school was about 6 kilometres from home but with my peers and I walking and playing, I always looked forward to the long trek.

I learnt so fast and already decided I'd want to be the governor's wife when I grew up. But like the saying.....if wishes were donkeys, even beggars would ride on them; little did I know about being a governor's wife.

Life wasn't so bad after all until the war began.......

Watch out for Part 2.

Peace is All I Ask For

Sitting in an air conditioned car is cool, especially when the sun isn't even smiling. But sitting in a car for hours due to heavy traffic at areas like my beloved Ajah or Iyana Ipaja, Abule-Egbe isn't funny at all.

I partly blame the government for not providing adequate transportation system. It’s said that presently the underground railway is being constructed; just hope it would be safe for us to use.

Now, back to my traffic days......it was a norm (not sure if it still is) to have dinner in traffic. I remember particularly years like 2007-2009 when construction of the Lekki-Epe Expressway had just begun; we had no peace in our hearts. The traffic was so bad that if you had planned to leave the house at 7.00am and left at 7.02am, you were doomed! Coming back was even worse.
Everything one needed was sold in traffic. I always told people "I think the only thing I haven't seen them sell is human parts". Even buying "ugwu" (pumpkin leaves) was never so difficult. If you wanted it cut as they'd do in markets, you just had to tell the seller, whether or not you had already paid. Reason been that, he's very certain he'll get his money in the next 5 minutes since you'd only have moved less than 5 metres due to the traffic.

Traffic is the major difference Lagos has from all other states of Nigeria (at least the ones I have been to). I think the Government should look into changing our Motto- Centre of Excellence to - Centre of Stress.

I really love my Lagos, because its as peaceful as it could be.... away from militants and bombers but if only God could answer my little prayer----Let Lagos roads be free for once; I wouldn't mind settling there. I have faith that one day, at least with the completion of the Mile 2-Okokomaiko Railway and Lekki-Epe Expressway, people shall have peace again.

With so much love for my Eko/Balogun Market, cinemas, beaches, owambes (parties) etc......till then EKO O NI BAJE.......

To my Dad......with Love.

I really love my father, am sure every girl does. Even when he had a reason or reasons to punish or beat me, it was done out of love. His simple commandment for I and my siblings was "don't let me warn you a third time". That simply meant we would get punished if we committed the same offence 3 times.

I remember when I passed my common entrance exam, he got me a whole bottle of fanta and to remind me of the joy on his face, we took a picture with the fanta. His smile was filled with extraordinary joy and am so sure he couldn't but Thank God. On my first day at secondary school, he drove me to school. He was always there.

He has always remained my protector, my best man, my confidant, my trainer, my bestfriend and the only man who wouldn't even think of breaking my heart. I look forward to that special day he'll walk me down the aisle to a man who he's sure enough would take up all my his qualities and responsibilities.

No doubt, I can see into the future that my dad would shed a tear or two on that day because he'll only be doing what nature demands him to do(give me out in marriage). Not minding the fact he wouldn't see me often or get my calls as to asking him what meal to make for him; he'll only hope am as happy as he had always planned.

To the best dads we all have, and to some who have gone to rest with their maker, God bless all of them because they'll forever be our Kings and we'll always be their princesses!

Happy Father's day in advance. 

Love me, Feed me, Never leave me. PART 5.........♡♥♡★★★★★

The whole room went so quiet not too long after the proposal drama. I was so certain at the moment that Michael was up to something else. Not even wasting time, I collected another handkerchief from one of his friends because the one I had was so soaked I could . The sound system came on and the lights went dim. "Marry you" by Bruno Mars started to play. I couldn't even think at the moment. By then Michael and I were the only ones in the middle of the room as others observed. He brought out a paper from his chest pocket and read......

"I found the reason to smile the day I saw you because you were nothing short of all I had hoped for. You have given me life in everything you do. Your smile warms my heart when I am feeling sad or doubting my place in this world. You have been supportive in everything I do. Your love fills me with the motivation I need to continue to push forward on this long road of life. You complete the parts that I struggle to perfect within myself. And everyday I realize more and more that life without you in it, by my side, as my wife, would be a life not lived to the fullest. You lift me up, and I want to give you the same kind of joy the rest of our lives. Am glad you've decided to grow old with me Temidara; and I promise you, the best is yet to come".

At that point, I was ready to marry him the next day. But by living the very moment, I kissed him so hard. It was just then I realised he had had tears stored up while he read. I cleaned every bit of his tears with my hands and hugged him tighter.

Everyone clapped and behold, my mum walked in. Ran to give her a big hug and she whispered in my ear, "God answers prayers Temidara, and Michael is your angel sent from heaven to love you and I am sure he'll never leave you". I knew I ought to have asked her why she didn't tell me about the surprise but I concluded it wasn't the right place to. I love you Mum and am glad you came.

We had a few drinks to share and by that time, the cake was all gone. People started to leave later that evening and I said thank you to each and everyone of them including my Mum who had a church meeting to attend and even his sister Ebun who had left with her boyfriend.

It was about 7pm and we were still in each other's arms, when Michael told me to sit and watch. He put a CD into the CD player and my best Westlife Song "Flying without wings" started to play. Still speechless, I watched him mime to the song, and I laughed my heart out. The second song "Today I met the boy I'm gonna marry by Darlene Love, and then the third "Awelewa" by Gabriel Afolayan came up. It was then I realised he had put all my favourite songs into that CD. How romantic could a man get?

I love you so much Michael Akin and am glad I said Yes to our very first date, to our first kiss and  to become your life partner. You make me complete.

We held each other and I prayed. I remember telling God audibly........."Please provide for Michael, his family and my family so we'll both get married on the 14th February, 2015". Thank you God for answering our prayers.

And we lived happily ever after. Of course, with two kids (a boy we named Inumidun( I am happy) and a girl, Opemipo ( a lot of my gratitude).

The End.

Love me, Feed me, Never leave me PART 4...........♡♥♡

He didn't even need to ask again, I had become his a month ago. I hurriedly opened the box and to my surprise, it had a box of chocolates, a bunch of red roses, five valentine cards, a designer wristwatch and three tickets to the Comedy Show to hold the next day at the Muson Centre, Lagos. Was wondering why I had three tickets, until I saw the names on each. My mum's name was on one, my name was on the other and his name on the last one.

Another point about a good man- he loves family. I was glad my mum was going to join us to the show. She had been long bored since my father passed on and all my siblings got married and I had to go to work every other day.

Saturday came in no time and he was at my door step at about 11.20am. Although I was a bit tired after the long night call, I told myself to be strong. We had lunch together and watched some TV programmes whilst my mum had a church member visit briefly. It was time to get ready for the show and we did in no time.

After having fun for about three hours, he dropped us at home. My mum used style to ask questions about his background. Guess she felt comfortable in her spirit that he was a good man. We attended church service together the next day. Had lunch at my house but he left earlier than usual to get ready for the new week.

Our lives were perfect at the time. Forgot to tell you; he stopped dropping me home but by then he had introduced me to a friend( a lady) who lived close to me. I didn't mind; of course, I was trying not to be selfish. The months ran and it was my birthday on the 13th June. I had the sweetest delivery ever because this time, Michael was the delivery guy. We both had lunch at my office's cafeteria and I was glad he made my day.

The love affair wasn't as easy as I had imagined but we decided that on days we fought, we had to settle before the end of the next day. My mum always knew those bad days. She'll only look at me and say "Behave yourself ooooo, because in marriage, you're likely to fight more, and by then you'll have no choice than to sleep in the same bed with your enemy".

We prayed together, kissed and cuddled when necessary (but we never had sex although the temptations were high), went for lovely outings with friends and family, and everyone knew me as his "iyawo"(wife).

Michael had travelled to Port-Harcourt for two whole weeks and I had missed him dearly although we spoke at least one hour every night. I picked him up from the airport with his car, which he had dropped with me and drove him home. To my utmost surprise there were many cars parked outside his compound. I asked, "Is someone having a party on your street?". None that I know of, he said.

His sister ran out to us and said hello sweeties. Welcome back Michael, I really missed you. And thank you Temidara (that's me) for not coming to check up on me because Michael wasn't around. We laughed and teased each other as we climbed the stairs into the house.

The door was wide open and all of a sudden.............I could count about 40people in the not so large sitting room. Was the party at their house? And for what reason didn't I know about it? As so many questions ran into my brain, I turned to look at Michael, and behold, he was on his KNEE with the best ring I had ever seen.

Temidara, please be my wife! I froze. For real o, I froze. I can't still remember anything that happened in the sweetest two minutes of my life, but I remember he slid the ring into my fourth finger.

Everyone clapped and laughed and from nowhere, his sister Ebun, brought out a beautiful cake with the inscription "AND SHE SAID YES".

To be continued............

Love me, Feed me, Never leave me .........PART 3♡♥♡

Was I to eat the cake or not? I didn't even have his number to say thank you. Ok now, is this really me? My colleagues had gathered round my table in less than two seconds; am sure some were wondering more than I was. I quickly took a picture of the sweetest cake anyone had ever given me.

Looking forward to seeing Michael again was at the top of my 'to-do' list. I couldn't have thought of a sweet yoruba guy. It was 5.30pm and I suddenly realised how fast the day had gone. The best thing to do is to live and enjoy every moment because time flies. Walking out of the office, I noticed a car parked by the gate. There was a guy in it and my heart skipped ten beats. Hoping it was Michael, I couldn't be too sure since his shoes weren't visible and the car was really tinted. The driver's door opened and behold it was him. I was so glad I had done a touch of makeup before leaving the office. I could feel my smile on top of my head at the time.

Immediately, he hugged me. You should believe when I tell you his perfume was divine. He asked how my day had been? And all I could do was smile & nod at the same time. Time to go home, he said. We spoke all through the traffic from Victoria Island to Ajah and when we were almost at my house, I asked "where do you live". He said "I live in Maryland". What!!!!!!!!!! Maryland??????? And you brought me all this way? You should have told me nah! But you didn't ask, he replied. And moreso, was I to leave you to enter bus or something? No baby, now you are in my life (at which I swallowed more than a gulp of my own saliva) I'll be your driver.

He dropped me off at my house and I was glad I had gotten his number. All I had to do was carry the remaining half of my cake into my house and tell my mother the whole story. I was more than happy that in about two hours I got a reply to the text I had sent him. Glad he was home.

The days went by so fast and it was already 18th January, a lovely saturday. Having dropped me home all week, I suggested I met him at Victoria Island. Who would have thought I'll be having lunch at Cactus Restaurant? Never limit yourself.

We had the best first date ever and saw a movie afterwards. The moments were so sweet and I had no option than to take a picture of us so at least I'll remember him differently from his facebook pictures.

He dropped me home as usual and he got home in less than an hour (light traffic). I slept so well that I already dreamt of myself walking down the aisle.

Weeks passed and once in a while, he'd surprise me. Valentine's day came so fast and I had still not gotten any gift at 4pm. I was worried, maybe he had decided to dump me. Or maybe we became close to fast! I remembered also that he wasn't going to take me home that day because he had a meeting with some clients.......Really, who has meetings on Valentine's day?

I got home hoping I'll see him the next day being a Saturday but to my surprise, there was a big box just beside my mother( who I guessed had been fiddling with it). She smiled and said, this got here at about 3pm but I didn't have credit to call you.

With a small note on it, I read out loud......"Just because I LOVE YOU, Please be MINE", Michael Akin.

To be continued...........

love me, feed me, never leave me.......Part 2.

"O how I love weddings, but mine is probably not coming anytime soon", I said to myself. At least, I'll have to have a boyfriend first. And so am here in this large city, I come across at least 500 able-minded men everyday. The ones in cars don't even look at me, not to talk of give me a ride, the ones who have leggedes benz don't even halt to say Hi. I go to church almost everyday & am even an usher; yet nothing.

Its almost my 25th birthday, that time of the year I dread. Reason being that my mother always has to tell me the story of how she stopped having kids at the age of 24 just because she married at 19. Really? Are we the same? I wonder!

And so on the 13th of January, 2014.....I looked forward to my busy monday life in Lagos. My braided hair was well packed & I was all suited. I got to my office and after saying my little prayer, my eyes caught the best male shoes I have ever seen. Smiling already, being a customer care attendant, I said "Hello". His smile melted my heart in two seconds. He asked to sit, Can you imagine? I didn't ask him to sit.

My name is Michael Akin & I am a Petroleum Engineer, he said. I saw you walking down the road but was trying to get a place to park my car so I'll stop to say hi. You are really pretty, he continued and I would love to hang out with you. Don't worry, am a nice boy & I have three sisters. So you'll be safe.

Am sure every other person was wondering why I was smiling sheepishly. Did I just hear him well? Did he say he had to park his car so he'll say Hi to me. Did he just ask me out on a date? Trust me nah, I quickly gave him my complimentary card & pointed out my direct private line.

All that happened that morning was Magical. At exactly 12:50pm that same day, the security man in the reception directed a delivery guy to me. It was a cake and the it had "Just because you're PRETTY" on it............

To be continued tomorrow.

Love me, Feed me, Never leave ME.........♡♥♡

Would never have thought I could find this much happiness. Just maybe one of those my short sincere prayers has been answered again. O God, your love makes me go gaga. Never done this before but its that time of my life I really know am in LOVE.

Whether or not he loves me as much as I do doesn't matter at this time, maybe am so stupid but my usual saying "live everyday like its your last' is the motivation for writing this.

AM IN LOVE......that's a fact and its the final fact.

What more would I ask for in a man that isn't in my own Michael? I dare to say he's my One & Only as Adele had sang. Now where do I start from? The first meeting or the first date? I'll just start from the very beginning.

To be continued tomorrow..........

Ask to be Wise!

Living in Abuja isn't such a bad idea. But if you're very sure your parents aren't well to do or you don't have a very fantastic paying job, please stay away. Am amazed at the number of people who wouldn't only enter buses instead of "cheap" cabs but would rather even flag down vehicles for free rides(something I have learnt never to do since the myth of turning to either a goat or yam spread round).

My thoughts have been proven wrong. The whole fantasy of meeting the high class young men or even ladies for business connections, has since been washed away. There are the big areas and the small ones. For me, the biggest hangout spot is Silverbird Entertainment Centre..........but I never see them there. Wondering where they all go to, I really wonder. But a few people I know have met a few of these big ones too, but really, how sure am I they aren't all fake.

I have also come to realise that there's really no middle class here in Abuja unlike in Lagos where I have lived all my life. Living in 1004 Estates, Victoria Island then meant I was a cool child of the Government having also gone to correct Federal Schools. But really, can you be middle class in Abuja When rent in town for a 2 bedroom flat would cost N1.5million? When Creche services cost N75,000 per month( is the baby already a doing Masters?), When a tokunbo car is sold for N800,000 in Lagos but is N1.2million here? Where to rent a shop costs N1.5million( are you selling diamonds) and the list never ends.

I don't like to suffer oooo, but with this high living in Abuja, I wouldn't mind going back to Lagos or even Ibadan( sebi there's kuku shoprite & cinema there now). Wonder if people don't have villages anymore. But really, why suffer in a place when there's peace of mind in another. Be wise as to living your life. Because for me, living life to the fullest is the best God wants for us.

Be wise my dear! Be wise!!!!!!

My Ring!

Although the law dinners that made we (the ladies) have only our natural hairs on had since passed, the thought of having any kind of artificial or synthetic hair fixed to my scalp could run me mad. The scorching sun had changed my view of beauty all of a sudden.

It was saturday morning and I was sitting in Aunty Rose's salon in my hostel, hoping to wash and set my short fine hair. But to my amusement,  I met four girls already gisting whilst just one of them made her hair. I'll wait I said to myself and am glad I did because their gist made sense.

Can you imagine he sent her a ring all the way from Lagos? I can't even take it? Who does that? What rubbish? As in? Are you kidding me? -were all questions these soon to be friends of mine went on asking. My own was, though they were friends,  why were they carrying another's person's problems inside leather box and putting theirs in poly bag. Little did I know I was going to contribute my own questions- only for one reason though. Why would any guy send his girlfriend an engagement ring from Lagos expecting her to slide it into her 3rd finger herself........Is he a joker?

Apparently, this girl beign gossiped about is a friend I met early in the year at the same salon and now she's the talk of the hostel.

First rule for me about any proposal is that the guy must be there physically.  Whether or not he kneels on one knee isn't my issue- the expression on his face is all that would matter. Its not even like this boy is in the UK or USA o, he's in Lagos.  Patapata, N5,000 Chisco night bus to Abuja would show he's ready to be her superman forever.

Second is that even if my man can't afford putting up my pictures on the cinema screen whilst a movie is paused for him to propose to me or kneel in the middle of the Palms Shopping Mall, Lekki, Lagos with soft music playing in the background, he could just do it at his house after cooking me dinner or maybe in Mr. Biggs so at least people would clap.

So if you ever feel like engaging your babe, buy the best ring your pocket could get and make it quite romantic. And for the girls, just show you love him by crying as usual while you shout out YES, I WILL.

My hair is all fried now and ready to be flaunted round school and who knows if my Mr. Proposal would be out at the same time. *wink.

Proudly 9ja

Am proud of being a Nigerian. Its just not fair that my state doesn't have oil, but not to worry, I hear we have gold.  Its friday and everyone is happy for reasons so wide to list. But the fact we can dress traditionally makes the class so colourful unlike the sober white and black uniforms we always have to wear .

The Niger-Deltans are so excited this morning because their Cultural week comes up soon. Tickets are sold at N500 each, not so bad for all the excitement and fun they have promised. Colourful attires I can see on the stage from my green chair because almost all of them are advertising. 

The most exciting part was the time to give  out free tickets as long as the questions they would ask would be answered correctly. The first question was "What is the name of the president of the Student Representative Council?"; my friend got it right and was handed a free ticket. The second question was "How many states make the Niger-Delta and list them?". I didn't know myself so I asked my friend sitting close to me and she said 9 even though she could metion only 7-good try. But there goes a woman who wants to win the ticket and after saying there are 9 states, she started.......Ondo, Delta, Akwa-Ibom, Edo, *Calabar*. What? Even if you didn't go to the best primary school, you should at least know the states and capital of your beloved country, as I know for sure even her youngest child knows *Calabar* is a capital. Trust law students, the uproar was much more than when politicians fight at their meetings. She sat down in shame whilst we continued to laugh out loud. She didn't even get a ticket for trying but she sure learnt a new thing.

The simplest you can do to the growth of Nigeria is to know the 36 states and their capitals. 

Time for the lecture now, keep smiling till another writeup from the sunny Bwari comes your way.

The days seem to be running and my days at the Nigerian Law School,  Bwari, Abuja are almost coming to an end. Too many experiences, too many eye opening events, too many romantic stories etc.

The most interesting of them all is the "pretence act" of almost everyone. Well, its fantastic enough to know that someone who is referred to as the most-handsome boy is owing his classmate about N20,000. Well, that probably isn't so much money but why parade yourself as a big boy when you have to live off someone not as handsome as you are. The fantasy about this is that he has more girlfriends(each for a particular duty-buy breakfast, lunch, dinner, warm him up in the cold Bwari nights, take him to unwind, drive him to town with her own car etc).

The latest of all those imaginable pretence acts is an interesting story of a foreign student who is owing three people the sum of N400,000 and guess another far away in England,  a whole £550. How did I know all these? Well, I know things.

This isn't to spite fake boys or "holla at your boys" dudes but to also warn off men who might fall into traps of beautiful girls who borrow almost everything except undies just to keep up the trend. Likewise there are stories of ladies with "swollen belles" all in the name of marriage. A job well done. Ladies who are so full of themselves dating "married" guys.

Too many articles coming your way all the way from Bwari.  Sit & read with joy.