Thursday, 2 November 2017

Defining Death

         Day after day  we breathe, eat, pee, poop,sleep, laugh, cry,fight, learn, make friends, fall in love, have sex, get married, bear children, make money, go broke, take pictures, party and engage in more of life's inevitable adventures that make up the memories we enjoy while we live and those people would remember when we finally get gripped by the cold hands of yet another inevitable force of life, Death.

       Death, biology says , is the last component of living things ; organisms, plants,animals, or human. All must meet a point where their entire system shuts down, organs fail to perform their specific duties and cells fail to exist. However,long they may live, death would still prevail 

Contrary to the definition of death by many scientists and scholars, religious leaders have come to define death as a doorway to another world. A portal to eternal life or eternal doom after judgement is passed based on how individuals spent their lives.

      Maybe I believe in the earlier . Maybe I believe in the later but I do believe without a doubt that death is an angel and unlike other angels , this particular angel given the ability to seize life from unborn babies, children,teenagers, adults, old people, men, women, transgenders, illiterate, graduates, ordinary people,noble men, poverty stricken people,rich people, good people, bad people and so on through various means that includes the assistance of the human factor, untimely and unexpected snatch by the accident factor, brief or terminal  illness of the  health factor, the mass deaths through disasters of the nature factors or the supposedly normal ' call to glory ' by the supposedly normal 'old-age factor' was created in a specific image so that he would not compromise or let emotions come in the way his duty. Like the army trained for war, to hide, to kill and to show no mercy, this angel has not only been trained but has been deprived some skills other angels posses that may stand as a threat to the achievement of his purpose in life if left to stay. 

         Humans ,because of the fun that comes with living and breathing in free oxygen, whether poor or rich don't wish to have the privilege of life taken away from us. Except in cases where the angel in study chooses the health factor,creeping with him depression and frustration till the individual gets mentally and emotionally dead and is left with no choice but to die physically too through suicide. No body wants to die and we do everything we can to not just survive but live life to the fullest no matter the cost. If death could be conquered,humans are willing to fight. If death had a price, humans are willing to pay. If death could be appeased, humans are ready to burn offerings. If death had emotions, humans would play the pity party. God was aware of this before he created us and when he created this angel, he created him with a non compromising image.

  Death has no sense organ. 

          'Why did death take her, she was so beautiful "  "why didn't death take the murderers? the kidnappers? the robbers? " why take the three years old boy and not the 109 years old grand mother? Why does death seem to always take the wrong people? " The rants are endless. Death is cruel, they say. Death has no sense of sight, I say. How then can death tell the rich from the poor, or the powerful from the weak, the young from the old, the pretty from the ugly, the healthy from the ill when he is blind? How can he tell the young needs more years instead of the old weak grandma when he has no vision? How can he make comparisons like humans do when he cannot see ANY difference? To death we are all  flesh and blood coined out of dust ,to dust we belong and he would take us all back to that form according to his commander's  wishes.

        His ears are absent. He cannot hear your pleas for long life. "Graduating Medical student dies a day to graduation ceremony" " Didn't death hear that the boy was finally graduating after six years in the university? Couldn't he just spare him? " Secondary School Teenage student dies during abortion" While her stomach ached terribly, she probably started a little prayer to death. 'Death spare my life and I promise to keep the baby, sorry I tried to abort but now,I will keep it, I swear it, please" but how can death hear when it has no auditory organ? He takes the lives God instructs him to and takes his order from no one else, he can't even hear you if you try. You may propose riches, gold and the wealths of the world in exchange for immortality but death would not accept, he cannot see the riches nor the wealth neither can he hear your proposal. He is deaf to your pleas to survive cancer, to overcome him to live long. Only God can hear you, death cannot hear your prayers .

        Many assume death is a god, perhaps the only god and to gods, sacrifices can be made to appease them. Bring them to like you. Satisfy them so they don't harden their hearts towards you , hurt you or ---kill you. Animals and food stuffs are taken to the shrine and burnt offerings are made that the gods may perceive the incense become pleased with them and forgive them. The same is offered to death in exchange for long life but when they eventually die, they blame the 'god' for being cruel, heartless and unforgiving. "After all our effort to appease death, he still took her" but death didn't see your efforts nor hear your plight, he didn't even smell your incense as his olfactory organ is absent. Death cannot smell. It cannot perceive your fear . Your life is not yours, why then should you be scared to have it collected? 

        If death cannot smell your offerings, how then can he taste your sacrifices? Death cannot be bought with food and life cannot be paid for by the burning of rams.  To him , all blood types taste the same. "God's"  and his to take whenever he deems fit...Whenever he wishes. His to drink up when commanded to.

        Angels are powerful, strong and beautiful. They say the same of death but the least,death is not" they say ; maybe he isn't because he has no skin. There is no skin for goosebumps to form in fear of killing. He does so without mercy. They say death has no compassion. How can he when he cannot feel anything?  " The woman was gripped by the cold hands of death" 'cold hands' referring to the non-sympathizing , non-compassionate and inconsiderate skinless 'hands' I choose to refer to as clamps because hands cannot be hands without the presence of skins to feel touch. Clamps cannot feel the shivers that run down the spine at the presence of death or the profuse sweat that pours out the sweat pores. It cannot feel the tears that flow out of the eyes of the mourners.

        Death must prevail over all living things? Yes. Death is a portal? Yes Death is an angel? Yes Death is cruel? I disagree.

        Death is unaware of the consequences of his actions in the lives of his victims. Death is the most powerful of all angels and sometimes I wonder what it feels like to be him.To live knowing I cannot die because only I possess the power to take life. To be behind the deaths of loved ones and not see their pain, remain deaf to the screams of people burning into ashes in accident scenes, unable to smell the stench of pain from the corpse wheeled out of the hospital wards, drinking of the blood of many without tasting the bitterness of their souls and with no mercy, take the life of a baby without guilt in my heart but I cannot because only one angel can do these 'cruelty ' and he has no sense organ.

      

Tuesday, 27 December 2016

How To Leave A Comment Using Opera Mini On The Blog

Have noticed people always have problems posting comments on blogs while using opera mini only I found out that it's a general problem from Google blog.
Okay, what's the solution?
- To make comments on Google Blogs using operamini, first you have to disable the "Extreme Savings Mode" on your opera, If you can't find "Extreme Savings Mode" on your operamini, it means you're using a very low version, upgrade or just use one of the other top browsers Iike PC, Google Chrome, safari etc
- If you're using other browsers on mobile devices like blackberry, Android, iPhones etc. which I'll recommend you use instead of opera, just read on.
Steps to make comments.
1. After reading the post, scroll to the comments box or click on "Add comment" or "Post comment" at the end of the post.
2. Choose the profile you want to use by clicking on "select profile" . I'll suggest you choose the Google profile, if you don't have, create one . But you can also comment with other accounts or even anonymous.
3. Type your comments and click on publish. If you didn't choose the Google profile, it may ask you for verification (that's why I advise you use the Google profile option, it's easier and you won't have to keep verifying always).
So for verification, it may require you to just click on the box.
Or it may require you to also verify using images which may sometime be tedious at first but would be easier as you keep making comments.
After you click verify, it would show you if your verification was successful. Then your comment would be published.
If you can't still make comments or the picture verification method is not displaying properly with other browsers (high mobile devices e.g blackberry, Android etc.), disable any "Data Savings Mode" and reload the page (Don't worry, you can always enable your "Data Savings Mode" after making the comment.
I hope u all get it and lets try it now.

posted from Bloggeroid

Monday, 19 December 2016

WORDS WITH WORMS


   Seventeen years old Ada told her boyfriend she doesn't like kissing so he is allowed to hold her waist or give her a light peck on her cheeks.

Everytime nineteen years old Ademola tries to whisper to his friends they refuse to listen telling him they aren't interested in listening to gossip. Rolade refused to drink the remaining water in Stella's bottle despite her cries about being extremely thirsty.

Now, Ada's boyfriend is good looking and down to earth. No girl can look at his pink and thick lips without imagining what it would feel like to have their own lips wrapped around it.
Ademola's friends are known to know the latest gist about everyone in their hostel. They were referred to as the G. Boys. G for Gossip.
Drinking from anyone's bottle is Rolade's bad habit. She never took water to school and always begged people to remain 'pure water ' for her.

The three reports above are treated unfairly because people want nothing to do with their mouth. The one thing they suffer in common is halitosis. In simple terms, bad breathe.

 One of the most embarrassing disease caused by bacterial growth in the mouth especially behind the tongue,in between the teeth and in the corners of the mouth. Often as a result of tooth decay caused by poor feeding, eating strongly flavoured foods such as onions and garlic, confectioneries addiction or smoking.

You might wonder why Ada, Ademola's friends and Rolade made up excuses to avoid the bad breathe from their neighbours instead of being honest about what they perceived but the fact is no one loves to be told that their words stink like they came from the depth of hell. Not everyone can handle the truth about being a patient of such disgusting disease so people find it hard to come out clean.

However, the sooner you tell your friends how unbearable the odour oozing out of their mouths, the sooner they can take actions and find a cure. It is definitely going to be hard to discuss such with a friend but you have to put aside your conscience and be as nice as you can be. Find a private place preferably, a four walled room where you are sure no one can eaves drop on you, break the news as gently as possible. Kindly abstain from badbreathe jokes and erase every trace of sarcasm in your tone because you could hurt your friends ego or worse, ruin your friendship.

However, if you are the friend suffering from halitosis, appreciate your friend's sincerity instead of denying the problem and fighting for your pride . True friendship is when you can talk to each other about just anything and if someone ever told me such, I wouldn't fight without confirming from a dentist if it is true or just some stupid joke.

The dentist knows that the care, cure and control of halitosis is good oral hygiene. Brush twice daily; in, out and the corners of the mouth. Stop smoking and drinking as those habits can be the culprit.

Always drink plenty water.

Replace toothbrush every three months for bristle efficiency.

Medium brushes are advisable.

There is a simple test to check whether or not you have bad breathe.
Curve both hand around your mouth and nostrils then blow air into the restriction you have created. Inhale the air immediately before it escapes. If the air you breathe in smells bad then you know you have to take the previously stated precautions and prescriptions to fight against halitosis in your life.

Now let's hope Ada's boyfriend gets a French kiss very soon and Ademola's friends begin to listen to his own side of the gossip. As for Rolade, let her take her own water to school.

Beggi beggi, e no good o.
Buy your own o, e go better.

posted from Bloggeroid

Saturday, 3 December 2016

BEAUTY IS THE BRIEFCASE

  
@mccluretwins 
God gave to man several talents and with the Lord Jesus Christ's parable of the rich man,you can tell that talents are not given in the same amount.Therefore; while some people have only one or two,others are known to be bags of talent. From dancing to singing to acting to drawing and writing or even the ability to study,dig out cure to several diseases,argue and win even though they are wrong ,pass down knowledge to the younger generation and more. Of all, one gift which surpasses all is the gift of beauty. Beauty is one of the most appreciated attribute in society of all other qualities an individual can possses. Not only is beauty in the eye of the beholder like Margaret Wolfe Hungerford said in 1878, it is also in the mind of the beheld. Being a very visible trait in a person,pretty people don't only receive compliments everywhere they go,they see it for themselves almost everywhere too. Thank God for the mirror on the bathroom wall, the long one on the dressing table,the wide one at the beauty salon,the glass counter at the shopping mall,the two way mirror at the bank,the sliding door at the hotel ,the tinted car windows at the parking lot ,the hand mirror in their make up purse even the pupils of people

Tuesday, 8 November 2016

How To Leave A Comment Using Opera Mini On The Blog

Have noticed people always have problems posting comments on blogs while using opera mini only I found out that it's a general problem from Google blog.

Okay, what's the solution?
- To make comments on Google Blogs using operamini, first you have to disable the "Extreme Savings Mode" on your opera, If you can't find "Extreme Savings Mode" on your operamini, it means you're using a very low version, upgrade or just use one of the other top browsers Iike PC, Google Chrome, safari etc
- If you're using other browsers on mobile devices like blackberry, Android, iPhones etc. which I'll recommend you use instead of opera, just read on.
Steps to make comments.
1. After reading the post, scroll to the comments box or click on "Add comment" or "Post comment" at the end of the post.
2. Choose the profile you want to use by clicking on "select profile" . I'll suggest you choose the Google profile, if you don't have, create one . But you can also comment with other accounts or even anonymous.
3. Type your comments and click on publish. If you didn't choose the Google profile, it may ask you for verification (that's why I advise you use the Google profile option, it's easier and you won't have to keep verifying always).
So for verification, it may require you to just click on the box.
Or it may require you to also verify using images which may sometime be tedious at first but would be easier as you keep making comments.
After you click verify, it would show you if your verification was successful. Then your comment would be published.
If you can't still make comments or the picture verification method is not displaying properly with other browsers (high mobile devices e.g blackberry, Android etc.), disable any "Data Savings Mode" and reload the page (Don't worry, you can always enable your "Data Savings Mode" after making the comment.

I hope u all get it and lets try it now.

posted from Bloggeroid

Sunday, 16 October 2016

The heroic twins on my chest

Allow me to describe what i love in a woman.
Soft and juicy no matter what size. Covered in a skin so soft hands wish to carry. Male and female, young and old all appreciate its beauty and fluffiness even its short, thick and pointy cap is honoured by fingers even the flickering of a tongue.
Nothing can brighten your day more than its roundness , domineering presence and force of irresistible attraction . To glorify its beauty it comes in two ,increasing the pleasure of its succulence but no one can ever have enough of it. You thirst for more,more and...more.
It nutrifies not just the owner but its replica,the little tiny reproduction of a sweaty unprotected hot sex between two 'opposite' sex. Not just sucked but sometimes bitten when teething proceeds yet the woman endures and enjoys. Knowing the pleasure this gives, the mother forcefully stops the child from the habit of seeking the pleasure instead of feeding like her.
I once had a weird argument with my sister @_brownshuga. Who sucks it more? It's an obvious answer because the father always has the first hold of it ...ofcourse,in this century its rare to find  virgin married women so...

Wednesday, 12 October 2016

Be your own private slayer.

   Have you ever wondered why that rich lady who drives a range rover on your estate never slays? Or why that very cute friend of yours who's got wealthy parents never wears anything fancy?
  As odd as it may seem, style isnt measured by the number of cloths in your closet nor does the different names of designer tags they carry define your fashion sense.
   It is possible to purchase expensive wears from popular boutiques but lack sense of pattern arrangement and knowledge of colour agreement. I am not joan Rivers

Sunday, 9 October 2016

Social Media ... Social Prison

Iam_salamat liked your picture
@morenike_xx commented on your picture 'so cute'
@slay_erin mentioned you in a comment "@frozenfirenaija bae you look...."
No other notification can make me as happy as the above makes me. I would joyfully open my Instagram to check the number of likes i have successfully acquired on my picture because even though my mirror tells me everyday how beautiful i am, it never convinced me as much as seeing more than a hundred likes on a picture. It gives me a degree of satisfaction knowing my Mary-K foundation, Classic concealer and hours of searching for the right edit didn't go to waste .
  You might go about saying there's more to like than social media, you can deny it to everyone that you don't fancy public attention but you can't decieve yourself. You know you would be happier than you are if you were social media famous and probably wouldn't be bothered by this recession. If you had has many followers as Taylor swift and social media fans as Wizkid, committing suicide would be the last thing on your mind or maybe not even on your mind at all.

  "See your hairy armpit, learn to shave sister!"

Thursday, 6 October 2016

Mummy! I am bleeding!

                                        
 I remember vividly the first day I started my menstruation.
    I was home with my brother and a friend of his when I felt the moisture in between my thighs as if something was trickling down very slowly yet managed to stop just between the lines of my pants and the hairs of my pubic part. It was strange yet similar to the usual release of mucus which had started about a month before.
In frustration, I had dragged my lazy self away from the sitting room where the interesting gist was going on and went to the toilet to take a shower, pee or maybe poo.
  Anything to ease my self of the discomfort.
   I undressed, pulled down my panties and I almost yelled in disbelief, surprise and definitely  disgust at the sight before me. My pant was soaked with thick black blood and also had thick clots like red jellies or chewing gum. I pulled off the pant and threw it in the dustbin immediately then wiped my 'area' with a tissue.  The tissue came out with a lighter shade of red and I remembered my integrated science classes about puberty and tossed the tissue angrily into the dustbin.
I hated puberty immediately. Most of my friends hadn't started yet and I began to worry that would stare at me like a freak when I excused myself to the toilet holding a black nylon like the seniors did or when I would have to ask them to help me 'check' like my sister, @bumzie_shawty always did.
The blood was irritating and I took a shower then put on another pant, when that one got soaked, I tossed it in the dustbin again. I soon ran out of pants and when mum found out I had thrown them away even after she had thought me how to place a sanitary pad on the pant, she was furious but she taught me how to clean up the blood properly.
It's a very irritating procedure, come see.

DEAR DIARY

Concluding part two.

   Priscilla dumbed his black African behind but didn't block him off her social media as we suggested. She was stronger than we thought. I hadn't talked her into breaking up with him, i had talked her into realising she deserved better ...made her see the reasons why she didn't need a guy like him to mess up her mascara but to my surprise, she hadn't felt bad about herself or even cry for having to let go. She was glad she was pulling off the leach and was ready to move on like it was no man's business.
  From her account, everyone already knew their relationship wasn't going anywhere and it was a shameful thing to have other female friends tell her what Prince told them . Once one of them sent a screenshot of her chat with Prince,who continued to flirt with her denying his love for Priscillia. He even referred to her as 'the pest' .
    At that moment she knew she had lost him but couldn't get herself to admit that she had been played and humiliated . It was definitely going to be hard starting over with someone else or so she thought and decided to keep enduring until my motivational speech that touched the depths of her heart and made her make the right decision.
I remember her quoting C.S lewis "love is not an affectionate feeling but a steady wish for the loved person's ultimate good as far as it can be obtained." i had smiled when she said that . It was obvious she had studied to have the right words to fight for her. The student had surpassed the teacher and was ready to live by the truth.
   Love didn't have to come from a sexual relationship, it lied in the heart and the way you see yourself. Yes, we saw our selves as the best and were determined to become even better.     Tomorrow is going to be a big day for all of us . Priscilla is travelling to California to spend the rest of her vacation with her brother ,Fedel and Karmsi would be going back to school leaving Peace and I in each other's hands. We would be fine and i would finally call the number on the paper in my left hand and see if i could share my better half with someone who's worth it.

The end.

Wednesday, 5 October 2016

DEAR DIARY

Concluding part

Dear diary,
  If anyone had told me i'd have so much fun than i've ever had in my entire life in a month i would have disagreed because a month ago i had been suffering from antisocial personality disorder , refusing to chill with my best friend outside the four walls of my house or hers, unwilling to open the door of our friendship to new friends and allowing myself to be eaten up by trust issues and inability to feel free.
  Karmsi sure had no problem making new friends but with me,it was like i had a constraint holding my arms from embracing the thoughts of a new friendship even on group chats, i maintained my status as a ghost member and with the weird pictures and memes i used for my profile picture,there was no way anyone would be interested in me. I had no friend in school, no friend in church and even at home, Isaac was the only person i could call a friend even though he was more of 'that friend' than 'this friend'. You might think there is no difference but there is if you know what i am saying.
My new friends were the bomb! Beautiful, Fashionable,Fun-loving and Outgoing. Our fresh start was the best as we already knew everything we had to know about each other. I knew Priscilla dos and donts, Peace's hot temperament and they both knew how my palms get sweaty and my limbs go weak when i get to a place i haven't been before or meet someone i haven't met before. Rome wasn't built in a day, i was going to learn to set down my fear and focus on what was more important: Never letting anyone intimidate me again.
  We did hang out with Favour too and till now i still don't know if she is more of a foodie than Karmsi or if Karmsi is still the only one worthy of a ' World's greatest foodie' award, if such thing ever existed but i do know that while my best friend added weight over the summer, our numerous lunch,brunch and quick snacks at eateries had no effect on Favour's body weight. Only God knows where all the food went.  You might wonder what happened to Prince and as much as i hate to mention him ,it wouldn't kill to chip in a little gossip.

DEAR DIARY

Scene five
Episode eleven
   My faded smile bloomed again, bright and rosy as it was before the smirk she had planted on her face when she lifted her head from her phone. Her reply was a muscle relaxer. I had half expected something that would annoy me and irritate my ears,  something that would make me ask Karmsi to pull off her cap,throw it away and shove her phone down her throat.
  It did prove me right though, Favour had been listening to everything and her reply was an evidence that they had told her all that happened. The way people spread news . I wondered how many other people they had told in the name of having 'a hot gist'. Did i care? No, i had nothing to hide anymore and i could tell Favour liked me immediately.
   Priscilla and Peace were still laughing at Favour's reply and so was Karmsi and i. We all didn't expect to hear that from her. Laughing and giggling like nothing had gone wrong.
The past had been buried. "As much as i hate to share our pizza , i will go get it from the counter now. It should be ready." Karmsi smiled and crossed her arms "Karmsi Alaribe? " Priscilla asked and Karmsi nodded. "Oh my goodness, the foodie Karmsi ! Melvin's sister??" Karmsi laughed and nodded again. They began to talk and i humbly offered to get the pizza and our drinks to join them at their table while they did the proper greetings and introduction.
  So while everyone in the country was complaining about the 'change' that ruined the economy, my definition of a change was different. Priscilla and Peace were ready to change their impression about me and other ordinary people. Our official enemy status was going to change.
  We were going to be friends and i was going to change too.
Karmsi had ensured that, i would be Abigail and Abigail alone not 'The clumsy clown', not 'the flirt' just myself.  At the counter i picked up the box of Pizza and looked at the cute attendant, he smiled and surreptitiously tossed me a small paper.
"Please call me" it read and his mobile number was written handsomely on the next line. I looked up and he was gone.
This was going to best summer of my life.

Tuesday, 4 October 2016

DEAR DIARY

Scene five
Episode ten

   The look on their faces was priceless. Peace looked like she had been apprehended by a white cop and was scared of being shot for being a black. The recent killings of black people living abroad sure had an effect on everyone.
   Priscilla's eyes held a sparkle so bright,i could tell she bought everything i had said and would do anything to listen to more. I wasn't wrong, i could sense her interest. She liked me.  Favour on the other hand blanketed herself with her phone, avoiding a eye contact. One last selfie before she blasted me? Or was she capturing the first time an ordinary person stood up to her friend?
Priscilla stuttered and stammered as she talked. " You have....Prince is.... Peace didn't...Why should i..." Then she heaved a sigh and forced herself to say the long awaited truth. They were...' kind of' cruel. 'Kind of' tell me why you can't toss your pride aside and do the right thing.
  There was a time i would have done anything to be friends with her but with the bad first impression between us, things was definitely going to be different.
    I hadn't asked Peace to apologise to me before forgiving her because i knew even if my words pierced her heart, her pride wouldn't let her say the apology in words though it was painted on her face like the facial colour paints done for kids on children's day. She was apologetic.
   Who would have thought she would be apologetic?  Sometimes i wonder what would have happened if i had picked my first choice.      Maybe Karmsi and i would have been victorious because Peace's bottle of fanta was already empty and Maybe we still would have lost, they were three and the only person who could fight was Karmsi...definitely not me. I was a Peace Maker... I am still a peace maker even though i have also learnt to fight but only with the greatest weapon the world can ever create, my words.
   Anyway none of that mattered anymore. The past wasn't going to define the present, it was going to reshape our future as friends.

  Favour finally dropped her phone and turned to me with a smirk.

DEAR DIARY

Scene five
Episode nine

  I straightened up and looked so deep into her eyes,i could see my reflection. My hair wasn't good looking but that wasn't what mattered.  What mattered was Karmsi was on the edge and i could feel her oozing with anger.
" i am so disappointed in you, Priscy. I expected you to be more cultured and disciplined but all i have seen in you is so much strife and pain because you are threatened by everything and everyone. You have no mind of yours and your friend Peace has been a bad influence..." Peace looked up and made to interrupt me but Priscilla gestured to her to be calm and keep quiet. Karmsi snickered very inaudibly, only i heard her and i felt  successful within me. I wasn't winning neither was i losing. I was making a point and with the look on Priscilla's face, i could tell my words were being nailed to her hypothalamus.
I continued " I believe you are an awesome person and you are just letting the fame you have cloud your judgement about other ordinary people. The rich talk to the rich and the famous to the famous, right? You don't want to be that way. " i paused letting my words sink into her mind before i continued "Everything that has happened in the past has been a misunderstanding. Our first meeting was my bad and i apologise again but i wasn't hitting on Prince. He isn't even worth it. No offence but he doesn't deserve you. I know am not in position to say this but Prince is not the best thing that can happen to you. Peace should have told you what he said." I threw her a questioned look and she pressed her lips together in withdrawal. "Peace, just so you know your behaviour the other day was uncalled for and you did not only embarrass me, you tarnished your own image too. Thank God no one took pictures. You might believe you can beat everyone up because you have the size of a professional bouncer but self control is stronger than a fist even sharper than a doubled edged sword.  I forgive you both and i hope you take my advice." Karmsi scratched my elbow.
She was feeling me. I was on fire.
Maybe self control wasn't the only thing sharper than a spear, words were and they fought for me dutifully.

DEAR DIARY

Scene five
Episode eight

  Peace interrupted me with a reply branded with sarcasm and i smiled. What do you do about someone whose lips were full with nothing but sarcasm and found joy in being mean to other people everytime?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
   Everyone has their good side and their flaws , turns out Peace's good side was her flaw. She was funny and it made her sassy. Not my business anyway, i wasn't at the table for her alone and Favour sure knew i wasn't on the table for her either. She seemed engrossed in what she was doing on her phone but i doubted it, the smile on her face was too bright to be from a chat.
  She was listening and she was fighting the urge to laugh out loud.  Priscillia's did the magic and i curled my lips in a large smile then leaned against their table. So i wasn't the only one interested in turning the eatery into a wrestling ring where fists was replaced with bottles of coca-cola and their was no rules,no referee and no...what else rhymes with 'r'? Yes, no reasonable reason for fighting, she wanted it too but i wasn't going to give her what she threatened to start.
  It was a mere threat to get me out of their sight and it wasn't going to work. I wasn't going to be the weak one again. " What are you still waiting for? Here for a little rematch? Is that why you brought 'her'?" Priscilla shot Karmsi a hateful glare and Karmsi stepped forward.
" You should watch your tongue, it's no match for a tooth" she said calmly and i placed my hands on her shoulder. I had come to make peace not rage war and even though Priscilla thought winning was about being cruel,i was going to teach her it was more about being kind.

DEAR DIARY

Scene five
Episode seven

  "Hi Priscilla, hi Peace, hi Favour so good to see you here"  i said and they replied with a snort, a scoff and a sluggish 'hi' respectively before pulling out their phones and pretending to be engrossed in a false chat.
  Priscilla didn't join them, she was just as excited to see me as i was to see her but while i was enthused to make peace with the enemy, she was ready to pounce on the flirt her friend had caught with her boyfriend.  She leaned forward ,placed her elbows on the table and her the back of her hands found shelter under her chin,supporting the weight of her curved neck.  She was ready to devour me if i said anything she didn't want to hear and maybe anything she was sure i'd say.  Ceteri Paribus , my every action was equal in her sight. No 'Yes', no 'No' amd my version didn't count whatever Peace told her had sank into her ears and my part of the story...i didn't even have a part in their story. I was just one short clumsy girl ruining everything.
  Her question almost swept me off my feet and i saw Peace carve her brow and Favour twitch her lips. Truth be told i was being a fool for kindness sake. Why didn't i just stay back and enjoy my pizza with Karmsi instead of walking over to pull hell's tail?
Anger replaced the flow of blood in my arteries and i felt my heartbeat increase. Again Karmsi's words swept in my heart... "Take a chill pill..." and i tuned her in. If i wanted to go pass the confrontation, i had to be calm,be reasonable and matured.  I heaved a sigh and bit my tongue, ready to explain what i was standing at her front for.

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Episode six

As we stood up, i felt my self get fueled  with courage and determination. Courage to say the many things that i had in my mind and the determination to say it without bluffing or breaking into tears in the middle.
  I still had to help Priscilla boost her self esteem. It was bad enough that she wanted Prince because he was cute ,presentable and she was blindly in love with him but things could get really worse. Recalling the twitching of Prince's lips when Peace asked why he kept cheating around, it was obvious she wasn't getting down with  him and in this f**ked up twenty first century, it had become the very first objective of dating.
She was in danger even though no one was going to shoot or kidnap her. She could be manipulated into giving out her body with intent to express her love for him or worse still, forced into giving it against her will. Rape was the last thing i wanted to think of as i walked towards her seat.

  Few steps away from them, i felt my fingers go very cold. A sign of my nervousness. I thought i was the only one with the second thought but Karmsi took my hands in hers and i knew i wasn't alone.
They looked up and  began to whisper into each other ears. Peace to Priscilla then Priscilla to Favour. I couldn't hear what they said but it had an effect on me. I soon began to wish i was the girl on lemon,perched on a high chair, having a nice time on my own with no worries,no pain , no need to make a confrontation her and when i looked at Peace, i wanted to go for my first irrational choice.

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Episode five

I could tell they were celebrating something and unlike me they knew what it was. Priscilla,Peace and Favour. The amazing instagram trio but unfortunately i didn't feel the same enthusiasm i had felt the first time i saw Priscilla even though it was my first time seeing Favour. They were more like humans to me than gods as i seemed to have mistaken them for at the very beginning.
   The attendant walked pass our table and even though i felt him staring at me,i didn't spare him a glance. My vision was glued to  the girls. Karmsi was complaining about the pizza taking forever to be done even though it was hardly three minutes since we sat down but i paid little attention to her as i fought within myself,the choices i had to make.
    I could walk over to the table,turn over their bottle of coke over their heads and run away from the eatery. It was the perfect place for my imagination because they wouldn't want to soil their image by running after me. If they dared , Linda Ikeji would have it boldly written on her blog "Priscilla Ojo, daughter of nollywood's best Iyabo Ojo in mortal combat with another minor" and as expected other blogs would jump into their sites and reframe the headline as if they were there. There would be pictures and if my face was caught on the camera, i would not only be popular , i would be a topic of mass humiliation.
  It was a bad choice. It was the devil in me speaking and i hurriedly banded it by the holy spirit. If i wanted to be of help to her,i had to set a good example. Show a level of maturity, step up my game and stop being a pathetic loser. Like Karmsi had said. "don't let your past define your present emotions" and judgement. The past was were it was and it was not too late to start over.
" are you thinking about them again?" she asked snapping me out of my thoughts and i nodded before pointing towards the seat occupied by the 'them' i was thinking of.
  She turned and saw them. It was her first time seeing them but she didn't even flinch or look twice. People sure had different ways of reacting to celebrities and hers was very reasonable.  I like the way she didn't ask what i wanted to say because i had no idea what i would say.

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  Even though i felt the arms of shame embrace me as i recalled how i slipped and spilled my bottle of coke on Priscillia and how the same liquid flowed down my hair , entering my nose, crossing to the tip of my nose and soaking my cloth even to my bra as Peace wickedly drenched me, i didn't leave the counter without another bottle of the drink.
  When you love something or even someone, you never forfeit them for the world despite their flaws and imperfections. Besides a mere bottle of coke couldn't be the cause of the misfortune and mistakes that happened in the past weeks. Don't be ridiculous, there was nothing supernatural about everything.
Maybe except, Peace's ridiculous fight for no reason.
   Karmsi sensed the sudden change in my mood and didn't need to ask what was bothering me. She knew my fears. She had asked me if i really wanted us to go out and i had told her it was fine. She sighed, took my hands in hers when we sat and began to talk.
".... don't let the past define your present emotions"
The cute attendant passed us and our eyes met. He grinned and i frowned then looked away.
" i think that guy has been staring at me weirdly...maybe he was there, maybe he remembers" karmsi laughed and told me i was being paranoid.
"you need to take a chill pill. Guy sure has good eyes" She winked and as i smiled my eyes wandered off to the attendants direction . He was talking to some customers at the other end. The part of the eatery with a sofa and the air conditioner was just above them. What was wrong with people and air conditioners?  I wanted to see the faces of the girls that seemed to also have the same relationship Prince and Karmsi had with air conditioners but the attendant obstructed my view.
I shifted my head to the right and left searching for a comfortable view but the attendant looked back and our eyes met again. He smiled and walked away, a barrier between me and the view i had wanted to see again for the pastweeks.


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Episode three.

   The coolness of the air conditioned room behind the door blasted against our skins as we pushed the glass doors open. I don't know if the man who stood there was the security man but he sure didn't seem interested in opening the door for us.
Karmsi had no trouble opening the door,she had the muscle for it but i struggled with the knob and pretended i had a masters degree at pushing big and strong doors.  My facade worked, i finally opened the door and joined  Karmsi by her side. I saw her inhale deeply and i smiled.  Long before Karmsi and i became best of friends i wondered if she ever stopped eating and the first time she slept over in my house, i couldn't sleep. I feared she would eat me up before any one else woke up. She wasn't a vampire or a zombie, she was a foodie and still is .  Sharing a box of pizza between the two of us was like giving free food to bergers on christmas day. Karmsi was excited even though she acted like she wasnt. Definitely scared of being teased for her food consuming addiction. No wonder she had that stomach! Large enough to swallow another Jonah.
We walked over to the counter and ordered Karmsi's favourite: barbeque chicken . The cute male attendant told us to take our seats and wait to be called on then he flashed us a smile that made me want to stand at the counter instead but Karmsi pointed to an empty space very close to the air conditioner and it reminded me of the space in Chicken republic.
" lets take a seat over there" she said
Such déjà vu ! What else was going to be a coincidence? A cold bottle of coke?  The bottle of coke i always take before every scene of another Abigail,the clumsy clown episode?
Just then Karmsi turned to the attendant.
"Can i get two bottles of coke for my coke loving bestfriend and i?"