7 days to my WEDDING

NOTE::: This is a fiction but it happens! Let's learn from this!

My name is David and I write this for everyone to learn from my story.

I met Precious on Twitter 4 years ago and we became friends. I woke up everytime to give thanks to God for bringing Precious to my TL and life at that particular moment in my life. Reason? Precious was pretty, had a nice attitude and I could say, she was caring! We met on twitter like I said earlier and we became close after some months. We talked to each other more than 5/6 times everyday and really, communication between us made so many things worked out. She was a banker in GTB and I worked as a contractor for a big company in lagos too, so living in the same state also helped our friendship. After some months of sending messages via twitter, calling each other, I decided to propose a date to her and she agreed! YES, she did! I was happy about the agreement not because of anything but because I was going to see her in reality and feel more of the friendship. I made arrangement of us seeing in one of the biggest and finest hotels in lagos ( IKEJA ). "As per the rich young lagos dude".

I left for the hotel on a Friday night and believe me people, I dressed like it was my wedding or like I was meeting the United States president for the 1st time. I got to the hotel and called Precious to inform her about my arrival and she told me she was already on her way so that gave me more confidence and happiness. After an hour, I called her and asked where she was but unfortunately, she said something happened and she couldn't make it that day. I got angry but was it the love that calmed me down? I would say yes. I left the hotel and went back home straight i.e I wasted my fine clothes. The next day, she called me very early in the morning and apologised about what happened and she asked if she could come over to my house. "My House? You really want to come to my house?" I asked her without keeping how happy I was and she replied, Yes.

I heard a knock on my door after some hours, guess what? It was Precious! It was Precious! I opened the door and I felt like I opened for queen Elizabeth, I didn't know what exactly to do, to hug? Shake? Kiss? I got confused! I smiled and hugged her and welcomed her to my house. That day? One of the best days in my life! I saw my "twitter friend", I told her how I felt about her and she couldn't deny how she felt for me too. The day went but didn't go like that, we started dating! We became so close and everyone around me knew how much I liked Precious.

After some years of dating, I took Precious home to introduce her to my people. Yes! I introduced her to my family as my lady, my girl and my everything. She was liked by everyone. That day? I believed in the say "First Impression last longer".. I was happy things were going on fine with us and after some days, I proposed to Precious and she said YES!

*Dear guys, believe me, that moment could be the happiest day of your life but it's the beginning of another life*

Anyways, Precious said yes to me and we enjoyed the day with each other just to celebrate our new stage in life. ( We made love that night )... Wow, making love with the one you love so much? The best! Believe me people, everything went well! I wouldn't believe if someone told me I would meet a girl with such beautiful character online but anyways, I did!

We started preparing for introduction since both parents knew what was going on and who we were to each other. The day arrived so fast and we had our introduction in a grand way but with few people. Wow! Everything looked good! I felt like a man! I felt it was time for me to settle down with my girl, the lady I see my future with, the lady that will give me the most precious gift ( My Child )... I called Precious after some weeks and told her about picking a date for our marriage. To my surprise people, she acted too cold about what I said but I didn't give much attention not because I didn't care but because, I thought she was just scared of life commitment so I made her think over the whole issue. We went to her parents and we picked a date ( August 5, my birthday!) I was happy! I saw the future infront of me.

Preparation started! Things started turning around and I was lost. Precious started avoiding my calls, text messages and again, I never gave much attention because I knew how girls prepare for marriages so I thought she was busy. My lady changed! Her attitude changed! I was lost with everything that was happening but I was busy preparing for my wedding.

I decided to go to Precious's house to know what was going on with her and get updated about her preparation since it was a week to our wedding day ( 7 days ). Was it God that trapped them? Was it foolishness? .... I opened the door without knocking and I saw my lady making love with another man in the living room. OMG! OMG! I almost fainted, I was totally lost! I went blind for seconds but guess what people? They saw me and didn't stop the love making. I rushed out and drove recklessly back home with an empty mind. I couldn't stop the tears, I couldn't take away the scenario of what I saw. I wept all through the night.

"Hello boy, I'm sure you were shocked yesterday when you saw me making love with another guy? Lol, you must be a fool for believing I will marry you. Anyways, you can quit the marriage or act like you saw nothing and move on with the wedding so as to keep yourself from getting mocked by your people. I have my own man abroad, I had a child for him before he went so?? *laughs* Sorry boy"...

That was the message I woke up to. I couldn't stop the tears, I shed tears all through the day and night. 7 days to my "Supposed happy day" I encountered sadness.
If such happened to you, what will you do?

Who should I blame? Myself? My instinct? Precious? Twitter?

Written by @Realbabymouth
Aderogba Adediji.

Trip To America.

I couldn't sleep nor doze. I woke up 2am since my flight to America was fixed at 5pm. The thought of how my first trip would be actually captured me like a weak fighter or better still, a weak slave. "How would my trip be"? "How plane big reach"? I couldn't stop asking myself some questions but I just knew I was travelling that day. I told no one about my plan to travel to America not because I didn't want to but wouldn't want what happened to me when I told my Friends I was travelling to Benue some weeks back and after all, nobody helped me with the visa lottery so I told no one! I couldn't sleep from 2am, I was to eager to see the brighter side of the morning so I can fully get prepared for my journey to the airport. Trust me guys, I bought special clothes for my travelling, a new shoe, new boxer, underwear just to look and seem so clean since I was going to OBODO oyinbo for the 1st time. Anyways, I told 2 of my villagers.

I started my journey to lagos, I left home 6am! Yes! 6am! My home wasn't attractive to me anymore, my neighbours suddenly looked local to me. Oh well, I was travelling to where most of them want to go, so? I left! *Laughs*. God punish traffic jam wey wan disturb me that day, I started praying to God not to miss my flight, could it be the work of my villagers? Had I known, wouldn't have told them. After some minutes, we left the traffic jam and I alighted in front of the airport. 

*JESUS*! I said to myself. Am I still in Nigeria? Do we have white people in Nigeria too? I asked.... I summoned courage and walked straight to the counter to show my documents, get checked and walk straight to the boarding room. Getting to the counter, I met this young beautiful lady talking like the people I see in Hollywood. It was my turn, I almost "Urinated" on my self, I was shaking like I was about to be sentenced to jail. "Good Morning sir" she said, "Good am Sisi eko" I smiled, guess what? I wanted to "To she" i.e toast this young lady. She smiled and checked my documents, you can go there so they can check your loads, I never paid attention, I was so attracted to her beauty but got problem with her accent because it sounded different from what we speak in Warri. I moved though, I was checked and I moved to the boarding room after I argued with them about travelling with my tubers of yam, local herbs etc. 

Boarding started around 4:10pm, my GOD! I got confused when I entered the plane for the first time. I would have ran back after seeing different people but it was too late. My seat number was 15b. 15b? 15b? I was shy to ask because I didn't want to embarrass myself so I went straight down like I used to do when I was in primary school, always at the back not because of my height but because I no sabi book. I was lucky to set my eyes on these tiny numbers written above each passengers, I smiled and rushed to my seat so I won't meet anybody there. I got to my seat and my abroad dream got so real, I changed my look, I felt like a chairman so fast. After some minutes, a young fat man asked for the permission to pass so he could sit beside me, I looked at him from his head to toes and allowed him. Damn! This man smelt like a spoilt fish, I couldn't keep how uncomfortable I was, could this be a punishment from my people at home again? I ignored so as to enjoy my flight.

After some minutes, a white lady came to give instructions but I didn't hear what she said but I heard something about switching off phones but wasn't sure. I looked at my village delegate and asked about the phone thing, he said "Please switch off your phone so as to avoid plane crash"... Plane what?! I brought out my phone, switched off, removed the battery, removed my sim card and removed the key pads. We took off! I felt like vomiting when the plane moved up, I didn't know whether to pray or sleep. I decided not to sleep since it was my first time of travelling and not just travelling, a journey to USA!!!! I was happy but got sad when hunger set in! There was nothing like "Bus stop" to buy gala and coke, I couldn't concentrate anymore so I summoned courage to call one of the hostesses since the fat goat beside me was already asleep and snoring. I stood up, shouted and pointed "Heeeessss, hessssss, Yes you! You" everybody paused and looked at me like I was the real MVP. The hostess came and I told her about my hunger without shame, Infact! I smiled! "Please can do you guys have Gala or okin biscuit? Or anything please, I'm so hungry ma. "Sir Sir, please be seated, actually this is the button you press if you need our help." I looked embarrassed but my hunger didn't make me give a damn. "Sir, we will serve soon so please bear with us".

After we got served, stomach problem attacked again. Could this be from my villagers again? I asked myself. I went to the back and asked where the toilet was. I went inside and got more confused. No water inside the WC, all I saw was dry WC, soap, tissue, mirror. *Sighed* Lord, why hath thou forsaken me so soon? I said to myself. Since I didn't know what to do, I prayed to God to make me keep the "Poopoo" till I get to yankee so I went back to my seat. 

Some minutes later, I released gas! Everybody reacted and I joined them. The smell mixed with the cold atmosphere and everything blended. I enjoyed my journey no doubt. The pilot announced about the arrival and i got more excited! YES! Finally, I got to USA! 

We stepped down from the plane and to be very honest, I said this " My parents are not good, why have sex in Nigeria when there is abroad". Everything changed! I saw another world! I saw different people! Different airport! I settled my loads and I was walking into the states when I woke up.

"Man! Stand up, we have to get to market, we never buy clothes wey we go sell" ..... It was my colleague that woke me up.

Written by Aderogba Adediji

Twitter : @Realbabymouth

"1948"

This story was written by a Nigerian man (Hussain) who stood for his people during the days of invasion in 1948.  ( Fiction )

"1948"

I was one of the poor young Nigerians who never had a chance and privilege to know what most people refers to as wealth. My parents were poor! We had nothing! Growing up in a remote town (Village) then was fun and at the same time, horrible! My village was small but filled with wonderful people who had nothing to be happy about but yet lived happily. We had nothing but crude oil. The white men made enough money through our crude oil and gave little to our selfish leaders who only cared about their pocket/s. We enjoyed nothing under their government, it was all about them and not us. Our rivers, houses, markets were all affected through bad pipelines and yet, our chiefs didn't care to do something since they had shares from the white men.

Only few children had the opportunity to attend schools. Many couldn't go because they had no money or had no one to send them to school even though they wanted to. I was part of the young ones who had the privilege to go to school not because my family had the money but because we lived as slaves under a white man, Mr Pelkings. He was a military man, also part of the top leaders in our region. I never wanted to go to school, I always wanted to visit the pipelines and steal crude oil and sell so as to have some money to take care of my old sick mother but I made use of my privilege well.

More white men trooped in to manage our crude oil business and to rule over us. We had no choice because they were responsible for everything we had then and they gave us life. Many men in my village were used as slaves, beaten, killed under these white people without sympathy. Everything started to change, our chiefs never cared! They were subjugated by the white men over their thirst for graft because they depended from hand-to-mouth stipend they occasionally bestowed on them. 

The people in my village couldn't take the treatment from the white men anymore so we decided to form a resistance movement against the white man's oppression, the maltreatment which strikes from within. We were ready to die for our cause; our freedom but sadly we were lacking the armament of modern welfare. The white men knew of our concealed plot and the security grew thrice the previous security consciousness, the situation dire while suspected ursurper were arrested without trial. I ran away from my master because I wanted dialogue not war. I went straight to Chinedu's house ( the leader of the youths) who wanted to lead the War against the white men but he never listened to what I wanted to say. I was with my parents when we heard the sad news about the young ones that attacked the white men at the region gate. Some were slained, some were held hostage! Others suffered from serious injuries, a complication from mutilated body parts. 

I was enshrouded in gloom and decided to fight and stand against the oppressive invaders. All I wanted was freedom! Nothing but freedom!

One sad morning, we heard gun shots around the markets. It was the white men who came with a brute force to sack down the market and touched, numerous souls were slained! Old and young ones were killed! Our sisters, mothers, wives were raped and killed infront of us. It was a sad day in 1948, our schools turned to barracks, our houses were destroyed, our people were killed! It was a morning of sadness, agony and pain. We became more angry and we fought for our rights but lost every precious things to the war, we were left with nothing! Our people died during the fight for freedom, many injured and many lost their family members through this war.

Our leaders failed us because of money, we were left with nothing! We suffered from what was meant to be our source of joy, there was no education for my people anymore, no shelters nor food. We suffered in our own land, from our own rulers and foreign rulers. I was arrested and spent 15years in prison because I fought for my people. 

We became embittered and fought ruthlessly for our rights. 

My Lagos Hustle

Lagos? A place like no place but yet! It's still a place to many and I'm part. I'm a young receptionist in a well known hotel in lagos but being a fine boy and sexy guy without 6packs, I always try to fix everything that comes my way in a tush manner and clean way. You just called me a smart guy? Well, that's me. Let me tell you a story about my lagos hustle.

OLIC concert was WOW! It was everything but I pray never to go anywhere like that on a Sunday night again. I might be a smart guy but never into clubbing, partying, drinking or smoking but I was influenced by my friends before I decided to follow them to Olic and we made everything BUBBLE like a soapy soapy. *Smiles*...... I woke up 6:58am on a monday morning after sunday hangover. I shouted "JESUS" after I saw the time, I rushed to my bathroom, brushed my teeth, didn't have my bath since there was no time to waste and I thought of the traffic jam I was going to face so I rushed out still looking fresh like I swallowed air fresher. 

When I got to the park that morning, I was the last passenger going to oshodi, I sighed and entered without wasting time. Guess what? I saw this pretty girl with a long pointed nose, fair complexion with endowed body. OMG! I said this in my mind with a smile on my face while looking at the babe. "What can I do to get this girl's attention oo" I asked myself as a sharp ojota boy with banana island brain. After some minutes of moving without talking to this babe, I cleared my throat, brought out my phone and started acting like I was on a call "Hello Mr Badmus, when am I getting my 500k, mr Gbenga already paid 1million and I'm expecting Mr Bankole to bring my new 2.5m car" I was still talking when this pretty girl looked at me and somehow winked, her wink was more sexy than Korede Bello's own in "Dorrobucci". Since I wasn't making call, I dropped the phone so fast and made my 1st attempt to talk to her, "Hello angelina, with a smile, I even licked my lips, yet feeling like a stupid boss" she looked at me and said "Hello" OMG! I almost ran mad! I started playing "Orente" in my head, I knew baba God don "Pick Up" my call even though her name wasn't "Sade". We started talking, NO! I started lying to her about so many fake things about my self, I told her how I travelled to London for 2days and then US for 1hour, believe me people, I have never been to Ikeja Airport even though I have spent 25years in lagos. She smiled all through and told me about her self too, JESUS! She portrayed herself rich! I "Shaperly" started playing "Godwin" by Korede bello and also switched to "Romantic". She was rich! I thought I have met a maga who will pay without delay.

I collected her number before I alighted and promised to take her for dinner when I finished from my company ( my reception office). I was happy! Very happy! I didn't know whether to dance or intentionally run mad after she gave me her number that morning, I paid for her transport fare with the last cash on me but I didn't care since I thought she would pay. I entered office with happiness, I told my 2nd colleague about the incident and he was happy, I told him to tell me what he wanted because I saw wealth coming my way. 

After some minutes, I was still happy about what happened not because of anything but how beautiful the lady was, sexy, rich, endowed. I did my work very well that day and got many comments. I decided to get my lunch ( Eba and ewedu with 1 meat) so as to keep me fit. I was about to take my first stroke when my phone rang, GOSH! It was Helen, the girl I met. She just called me to say hello and asked to know where I was, as a sharp guy, I told her I was in a meeting with my workers and lied I was expecting a man to bring my 50million share from a contract we just finished. She chop lie like chopsticks *I laughed" 

It was time to leave work when I heard a knock on my door, "Ohhhh who can this be na, it's almost time to leave na" I was saying this when I opened the door. OMG! I prayed to faint but didn't, it was helen! I gathered myself together fast! I smiled and didn't know what to do "Hell hello hell, what are you doing here, I didn't tell you to come, what hello what" I was confused! I was trying to push her away when my boss came down and told me to allow his daughter who just came back from abroad. EWO!!!! "I don fuck up" I told myself.... "You work here? As a receptionist? My GOD!. She said, I looked and formed a lagos boy and said "Ehn ehn I work here, na sin?" with a deep voice. I didn't know whether to leave or stay and get all my abuse from her and her father.

My people, the day went wrong! I was mocked! I went back home via trekking since I couldn't ask for my T.fare from the girl I paid for. After I got home that sad day, I didn't know what to do, how to go back to my office after the whole incidents, I tried to call helen and apologise for lying but I didn't know how to. 

"Hello Biodun, can we meet at that eatery today? I like your confidence" the message I got around 7pm from Helen. *Smiles*

Many things for lagos but yet, we keep going. *Smiles* 

Written by Aderogba Adediji

Twitter : @RealBabymouth

Dear Headies

Dear Headies,

*Drinks Water, drops cup* should I still call you HEADIES? NO! After yesterday's poor event, I will rather call you ASSDIES! So many wrong things at this year's edition Naija grammy.
I remember how I celebrated my 10th birthday, WOW! It was lit! But for ASSDIES? I felt sorry for her and her past achievements with all that happened yesterday.

Firstly, let's talk about SOUND! I think the organisers should have called SOUNDcity TV for a great help. The people in charge of sound yesterday should be charged to court this morning if they collected money for that whack work. 80% of viewers complained of holding their remote control throughout the show because of the bad sound system. I was so glued to my TV not because I couldn't see clearly but because I couldn't hear a bit of what the hosts/artistes said almost all through the show. C'mon! This is HIP TV! This is HEADIES! one of the best award shows in Nigeria and what pains me most is the fact that it was the 10th Anniversary and everything had to go like that. What a shame! Let's work on this department next year please.

We need to give awards based on true merits and hardwork not because of Influence or known faces. We need to note this aspect in when it comes to awarding artistes.

Secondly, Light issue at the beginning/middle and end of the show. Wait! We know we are Africans! We are blacks! But please don't give us that on stage. I could bearly see the faces of those that came out to perform 1st and the ones that came to give some awards. If we plan to do somethings right, we need to plan well. It's clear, headies didn't plan well and it's painful to see one of the biggest shows in Africa in that mess.

Thirdly, with no sugar in my mouth so I won't sugar say anything, the production was generally BAD! Should we talk about the Timing too? The programs? It was just not cool for making some artistes and the hosts looked amateur because of lack of timing and programs. We watched more of advertisements than the show yesterday or were they part of the event too? I got confused and vexed at some point though. We also need to work on this! This is our grammy like they said and still say.

Fourthly, now it's time to get serious. The issue of awards! What ever happened on stage yesterday was all confusing. It all started when the award for "Best Music Video" was given to Reekadobanks for his "Not too good video" ( KATAPOT) Unlimited deserved it and yes he won  but if I didn't know how good he is, I would never credit him for that award. Katapot? Like Katapot? Lol we really should "Katapot" the organisers for giving that video the best of the year. I have always had problem/s with Headies when it comes to awards and yesterday again, they didn't correct that or made me change my mind. The most controversial time yesterday was when the award for "Next Rated" was also given to Mavin Artiste Reekadobanks. I need the organisers to come out with the voting poll/s and let us see how true the whole issue is and to keep the fans of each artiste shut. Would have loved to see Kesh or Kiss as the winner for that category but whatever went behind the scenes though. Reekky deserved it if they really used voting though and I'm happy for the young lad. KESH was consistent with dope songs ( Shoki, Efejoku, Is It Because I Love You) all through the year, got many shows to back his hard works. KISS also had a great year even though he didn't release more than 3/4 songs that really did so well in Nigerian music industry. Korede bello also had a nice year with his hit song "Godwin" which collected "Best Pop Single". Oh well, it's been done and I congratulate Reekky for the award and to the other next rated nominees that didn't win? Keep making music! Before I forget, I love "Sugar baby" nice jam!

Why must we always have beef? The industry is now an abattoir? We need to stop all these unnecessary beefs and come together as one! I believe we can only grow as a body if we are united and we don't even need Van gaal to do that for us. To my egbons, Donjazzy and Olamide, please forget the beef and wait for ramadan because it's a new year.

Finally, I salute Mr Ayo Animashaun for putting together that event and I must say it's not an easy job to pull that work through. I just need us to work more on the issues that made the show looked bad. Also, to all the winners, I say a big congratulations and I wish you well this year.

Written by Aderogba Adediji
Twitter : @RealBabymouth