Excerpts Untitled - 1

Okay so I said I was going to put up excerpts of my book "untitled". I'll be putting up more from time to time, healthy criticisms would be highly appreciated as I'm just discovering I could put things to paper. Unhealthy criticisms however should be shoved under the rug ;).

I've never done anything like this so I don't know if it has a procedure; an introduction, maybe a few preceeding words to usher it in so I'll just dump it like so. Here goes...


“Would it be okay to call you sometime, do you think that would be stepping out of the blind?” I asked. There was a long pause and then she replied “no problem”. It didn’t fully answer the question. It wasn’t a yes of no. I guess I’ll have to take that for a yes, I thought to myself.
Well, It all began one evening. I walked into the cybercafé, I’d just finished one of my hectic assessments, a disguised name for some really tough exams that we had to write at close intervals almost every month and some even closer. The cybercafé was packed full, it was almost always like this, being the school café, that was expected and more so now that the final year students were preparing their projects. I managed to find an empty system and logged in, if only one of my pals would be online…maybe Gilbert, we’d been chat pals for a while now, he was a Nigerian residing in the far East, a lively fellow who could keep up a chat, we also had some things in common, he however wasn’t online today; liljay (another of my chat pals residing in the U.S.) was on though, but she was always busy and would drop a line or two once in a while. That wasn’t what I needed now, today was a relatively free day and my free days were quite few and far between these days so I wasn’t going to spend my time doing per minute chatting.

I spotted two girls to my left, they seemed to be researching stuff but once in a while a ypager window would come up; someone was obviously chatting. One of them was standing by the other one whom I guessed was doing the chatting; she was fair complexioned wore a light coloured dress, didn’t take in much detail because I didn’t want to be caught staring, the other was on the dark side, hair done in a ponytail with a dark top and a pair of jeans, he feet were clad in a pair of slippers. Didn’t know who was chatting and didn’t actually care, I was just bored and needed to chat with someone, I managed to get an ID and sent an IM pronto and a reply came in shortly and thus started the whole process. We were supposed to play a game; series of questions, one of which was to describe oneself in just three words, physical attributes excluded; we chatted for a while, I refused to divulge info, wanted it to be a blind chat not clouded with physicality. The cybercafé usually closed by 6pm, I had a short while to go so I decided to end on a high; added her and asked her to do same; she was still trying to get some info but I couldn’t just risk discovery…well not yet. She added me, I took that as a good sign and logged out.

Days passed and I would occasionally stumble upon an offline which I replied. This continued for a while until I got hooked onto mobile (she was already on) so it just made communication a lot easier, we could now chat when I was in class, driving home from school, in the hospital, in the loo, everywhere! She made a really good chat mate too, we talked about a lot of things; how our days went, she was a Libran too; she loved creativity just like I did, we both drew, though she said she didn’t draw too well, she aspired to own her own clothing line someday (she loved fashion designing), I loved art and was on my way to owning my own art gallery. Our views on religion were also similar, we both didn’t feel spiritually lifted in our current places of worship…she was a Catholic and I attended a Sabbath church I was born into, I was comfortable with the whole Sabbath worship but there were some doctrinal issues I wasn’t comfortable with. We spoke about our struggles to stay close to God and still not disappoint man,…our parents. So you see, we had a lot in common.

One day out of the blues, during one of our chat sessions she pops out a question; “I’ve been longing to ask you this,…am I someday going to read about myself in your blog or in one of your books?” to which I replied that she was one hell of a smart girl. I’d told her that a couple of times before and not just as a compliment, she had this intuitive personality same as I did, but hey! I wasn’t surprised we were both Librans...(to be continued)



So,...this is the begining of what would possibly someday come to be known as "Diary of so and so",...maybe "confessions of a something-something"...lol. LIke I said earlier healthy contributions would be welcome.

Got up to 10more of these in the series, so keep looking...the story gets more interesting. ;)

Good Times

My life used to be much more fun. Me Ke! That used to hang out with my boys – “the chappies” after school scoping the girls as they passed along the corridor. Caught a pretty flasher once…wouldn’t say she did it intentionally but in trying to adjust her tank top, she completely pulled it off her bare boobs and the babe yellow die!, so imagine. Picture one unique murafucker laughing his head off in the full glare of everyone. Me I just maintain, gentle dude like me. Those were the days.

I remember skipping out of school on several occasions during my first year to go see my chic who hadn’t gotten in by then, almost got caught one day by her uncle who came home unexpectedly to pick up something he had forgotten. Fast guy (Me) sneaked up the stairs on cue and landed in an unknown bedroom, later known (my chic’s). We no do anything O! na children play we dey play…lol. Remember my results being so bad that semester, it could almost pass for a “DE-certificate” with the number of D’s and E’s I amassed.
Got my first murafucking kiss during these fun times, same chic, different location…computer school at same uncle’s computer firm (story for another day).

Even the school environment was heated up in those days. Kpa! Kpa! Gun shot, everybody don scatter Eke & Viki boys lighting the place up with an early “go home” alarm. Na so one girl jump from 3 story building break leg; saw her recently, we just laughed about it (wasn’t the least bit funny then though).

So you see, activity was at every corner not until I entered murafucking, overhyped, but good old Medicine. “Just like one of those monopoly false moves and bam!; Go to Jail!, Move directly to jail, do not pass GO do not collect E200” equivalent of “Go directly through Medicine, do not look at the chics, do not sneak out of school, don’t hang with the guys, don’t even have time for yourself, what the fuck are you doing online”. Get the pic now? Anyways got me a short time to roll outta the programme in style. Well God dey.