Cousin t has gone back to Ibadan...yes oh...she has finally gone to be with her family after 11years of staying with us..here's what happened oh..that razz ibo boy they call obinna says its my fault..my fault ba wo...
okay i had a visitor oh...so i went to buy something for this visitor only to see my cousin in one barber's shop like this..a place where u could only see wayward girls,omo eleran,alata's and the like...i was like oh my God! this girl is a..i called her..i scolded her and i told her to go home....just a week before i told this girl to just help me buy something...somewhere that shoudnt take her more than 10minutes....two hours later this girl was still not back...i had to go and look for her...i was so so scared...if u saw me on the road that day ud know i was looking for someone...i just kept praying that nothing had happened to her...i was just so so scared....only to get home and see her...i asked her where she had been..she said she was gisting with a friend on the road....for two hours!!!!!...and i thought one gbomo gbomo had carried the alakoba away....i swear i slapped her...because if u know how scared i was...how many people i asked..how much i wanted to cry...only for her to tell me she was gisting with her friends...i also found out she didnt even go where i sent her..
okay back to finding her in the barber's shop oh....that same day in the morning..i entered the bathroom not knowing she was there...and i saw her wearing all these yeye beads all these girls wear that my mumcy had warned her not to wear but to focus on her books...she says she wears them to get shape...i reserve my comments..i collected them and showed my mumcy who told my pupcy about everything including the barbershop thingie...and my pupcy called her and punished her and started asking questions...my pupcy has never ever laid a hand on any one of us in his life..my cousin included but he was just fed up...she also wrote a very rude letter to my dad telling him to organise a way for her to go back to ibadan immediately that she's tired of school and she cant cope and just wants to go home and the other idiotic things the ungrateful girl wrote in the letter...okay oh...my dad called her dad because the insult was too much from a 16 year old girl..he'll be 60 in october.She was also shouting on him when he was questioning her that he should leave her alone that he wants she wants to go to ibadan..why father said okay..no problem..
On Monday my dad invited her parents..those ones didnt even talk to her or tell her,her behaviour was bad or tell her to apologise to my dad for all the things she said.My father didnt say anything....they were talking some other silly stuff like this.....some people ehn...well she went home that day...though i didnt know she was leaving cause i didnt get the chance to say bye..
I wish her all the best in life sha, i hope some of the things i have been telling her for the past 4 years would finally come to make sense to her.I hope she changes for the better cause if she doesnt..hmm..lemme just shut up sha...Good luck to her and hope to see her again...one day!
but who will kill cockroaches for me?
who will tell me how i look in any outfit?
who will say i look like nelly furtado to make me feel better?
who will murder song lyrics?who will steal my payints?
who will play with my hair so i can sleep?
who will relaxe my hair?
who? tell me who? Cousin T no matter how u were..u will be missed.
Anyways she's gone and that means my work around the house has doubled..yeparipa..as in if u come to my house on sundays and u see me...u'll be like laide...is dis u...i always lose like 10kg during weekends and gain it back during the week...chei i taya oh...they can eat in that house..must we eat three times a day sef...and the way they send someone on errands...kai...thnk God pupcy agreed that i can move to the hostel..i want to runaway quick quick before he changes his mind...i will only be coming home during weekends..wo n fe kpa omo lo mo...(they want to kill someone's child)...it aint happening oh.
One olori buruku pushed me out of a moving bus today...it wasnt moving too fast sha...Jesus! i almost fell down yakata on express in full glare of everybody..my heart was in my mouth..i was like is this what my parents want me to be going through everyday..what if i fell and hit my head on the pavement..tufiakwa! God will punish that evil hand that pushed me and that bus driver that didnt want to stop...idiot!
That was the last straw and i told my dad i was tired of the whole public transport thingie..i have tried..former ajebutter like me that was chauffeur driven everywhere so much i was a JJC..i have kpakorized now. Plus the damned rain has shown me shege you would think after rihanna sang "umbrella" people wud be more willing to share their umbrella oh...but mba! stingo's like them...there ill be under the rain expecting someone to say "you can stand under my umburella ,u can stand under my umburella ella ella a a....
School has started and i found out i might be moving to the hostel..yipee!!!might being the key word oh.. but ill be coming home during weekends..bummer! but at least i can avoid them weekly chores...well i have mixed feelings about moving to the hostel sha as much as i think i need to be in the hostel cause it will be less stressful..dealing with girls...hmm..not my favorite thing...well i did it in my first year and ill have alot less roomates to deal with at least i m sure i can take on three of them is they misbehave...i just hope everything goes well sha.
Plus id be able to see "My akwa ibom stud" more often...no thats not the real reason why i want to move to the hostel..but i guess everything just falls into place.hehehehe(my ashewo laff)..it'll give me time to be able to pursue my writing gigs and do my own stuff not forgetting school work sha..right now am just doing course registration and all....so if i dont blog often know that its not because i dont wnt to...its cause i am busy as a bee...okay! love yall..especially simply gorgeous...n ugo..and everyone else..