WHAT IF.....

First of all for those of you who think I am Sam from my post IT stories, it wasn't me oooooo I have better game than that just so you know. This post is specially for those of you who have seen a girl(fine girl oooo) in a bus, taxi or keke  e.t.c when going to a semi far location and during the journey when you should be talking to her you just stay there thinking about it and trying to build up your courage then before you know it she drops at a bus stop, you my friend are a sad guy. let me tell you of my experience maybe it will teach you something.

On a Saturday a while back, went to see one of my guys who lives at bagada, so on my way back I took airport road back from Oshodi and I stopped at 7 and 8 then took keke to canoe (it is in Ajao Estate and I still wonder why they call it that because there is no river there). So I was about to take keke to Iyana Ejigbo where I live and that's when I saw her. She was fair, very beautiful and had a nice shape, we entered the same keke I made sure of that. So now I'm in the keke with this beautiful girl and all that is in my mind is how am I going  to talk to her, she had her ear piece on, should I just tap her and ask her for her name, or tap her and tell her straight "I have to say you look beautiful just had to tell you that" I know girls love hearing that so I was thinking what if what if........I just tapped her and asked her what song she was listening to, she said Mirrors by Timberlake so from there the conversation started, she was friendly and laughed at my jokes and when we finally reached Iyana Ejigbo I took her number before we parted ways didn't call her immediately, I waited for a day then called her (Told you I've got game) and we talked for a while, I later found out she lives at Ajao Estate just went to see a friend the day I saw her in the keke and she didn't have a bf  lucky me. Anyway three weeks later she invited me to her house on a Saturday. I went over to her house, her

Every Second Counts

During the week I attended the burial of my uncle’s wife who died during the Nyanya bomb incident. At first I didn’t want to go cuz I really didn’t know her or her family that well, in fact I only had one memory of meeting her which was at the beginning of this year when she came over with her husband, but after my cousin and a friend told me to I changed my mind. When I first got the news I didn’t know how to feel, I knew I was supposed to feel sad but at that moment I questioned my own emotions, was I feeling sad because I was actually sad or just because that was what was expected of me. As I drove to work that day I pondered on the uncertainty of life, there’s no way she could have seen it coming, she was just on her way to work and without warning of any sort her life came to an end. While thinking I imagined a truck crushing my car or a crazy driver hitting me from the side and I thought to myself, I could die this very moment, a second is all it would take and nothing would change besides the fact that my life ended, the few people who cared would mourn for a short while and move on but nothing else would have changed besides the fact that I was dead.

I had pondered on that before but never had it seemed so real, probably cuz that’s what happened to that woman it no longer seemed like a far off thought, it could happen and what could I say I did with my time. So I have decided to live every day to the fullest I possibly can, I’ll try to put a smile on someone’s face, do something new and exciting, take in the joy and wonder of being alive and worry less about the future that I might not see, as Kpam would say, life is a definitely maybe. Maybe you’ll see tomorrow, maybe you’ll pass that exam, maybe you’ll be rich, maybe you’ll be a star, maybe your wife will be hot, but one thing's for sure, in this moment you’re alive so make the best of it. Every second counts.

IT stories

Today's post is about my IT so far.When you enter university(especially mine).what is on your mind is cant wait to finish or cant wait to do IT especially if you are doing an engineering course. I have learnt two major things so far in this IT.First is, my school doesn't teach us shit only the basics that's only theory theory and very little practical which is the major problem with many Nigerian universities. The second is, money is very important.Anyway that's for a later post. For this post let me tell you of some funny incident that has happened during this IT period.I have seen so many funny thing especially on my way back from work.From seeing a convertible keke(no roof),a passenger in my bus telling the conductor to conduct himself(I know right that's deeep), a policeman dancing in the middle of the road and he was not even dancing well I thought he was mad.
                                               
 and a man that was dancing in a teletubbies outfit getting stoned pure water.These are just few things that I see happening when am coming back from work, you will think my life is a comedy movie.The main story I want to tell you happened to my friend during this IT.So now imagine you want to ask a girl out for a dinner or to the movies etc. will you.
A. Take a public bus
B. Take a bike
C. Take a cab or
D. Take your car(that's if you have any).

THE MONKEY KING: IMPRISONMENT

The story began here- THE MONKEY KING: THE BEGINNING 

And continued here- THE MONKEY KING: HAVOC IN HEAVEN

This is the conclusion.

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With all of their options exhausted, the Jade Emperor and the authorities of Heaven appealed to the Buddha, who arrived from his temple in the West. They pleaded with Buddha to help them stop the Monkey King and he agreed. Buddha approached Sun Wukong (Monkey King) and made a bet with him, he bet Sun could not escape from his palm with a single jump. Sun Wukong, knowing that he could cover 54,000 kilometers in one leap, smugly agreed.  Sun jumped and landed somewhere that seemed like the end of the world in seconds, all that was visible were five huge pillars, Wukong decided that he had surely reached the ends of heaven so he signed “Great Sage equal of Heaven” on one of the pillars and also urinated on it (to mark his territory I guess, let’s not forget he’s part monkey), and with another leap he was back on Buddha’s palm. He told Buddha he had won but Buddha told him he was still on his hand and then Sun realized the five pillars he saw were actually Buddha’s fingers when he saw his ‘autograph’ and well urine on one of them.

THE MONKEY KING: HAVOC IN HEAVEN

It began here- THE MONKEY KING: THE BEGINNING
                                               
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When the news about the Monkey King’s behavior reached the Jade Emperor he decided to offer the Monkey King a position in heaven in an attempt to control him. Upon receiving the new Sun (The Monkey King) was very happy, he believed the gods had finally accepted him as their equal and made his way to the Jade Emperor’s palace. Upon his arrival he was welcomed by the Jade Emperor and was offered a position as the Protector of the Horses to watch over the stables, which was the lowest job in heaven. When Sun discovered this he was enraged, his anger led to open defiance which lead him to rebel against heaven, he proclaimed himself “Great Sage, Equal of Heaven”. He went on to ally with the most powerful demons on earth, after which he set the cloud horses free (the gods needed them for transportation I guess).

Introduction to the co-writer

First of all I didnt want to do this(be a co-writer on his blog) but my friend kayode(the owner of the blog) begged me and prostrated for me after which I still said no because I didnt want to be associated with a dude who writes boring long thoughts on a blog,I mean dats why they invented the journal dude. Anyway after considering it for a while and then he continued begging.So I just pitied him since am the awesomest person in the world(obviously after barney stinson, #TrueStory) you get the point. Really the truth is that they are so many blogs nowadays so what will make this one different or better than the rest, well I will leave you to decide. long story short he writes the boring long stories and I will write the funny short ones. I mean (Read the picture)

So here are some funny pictures i saw online, look and comment or i will murder you in your sleep... enjoy.

                                                                           BOO!!!

THE MONKEY KING: THE BEGINNING

Lately all this superhero stories have followed the same trend, the villain starts out stronger or gains some great new power that gives him an edge over the hero, and after overcoming a series of trials the hero defeats the almost victorious villain, who practically had a cake walk until when it mattered the most. I’m tired of such plots, I know it’s fun watching someone surmount unbelievable odds, but watching the same thing many times over gets tiring.

Sadly there are just not many stories that don’t follow this trend, and I began to think maybe without this trend hero stories would suck. I was wrong. There’s this manga I’ve been reading and the protagonist is crazy strong, like I’m yet to see a bad guy that can actually beat him and the story is still very interesting, of course he goes through tough challenges but at least it’s not cuz he’s weak or anything.  The character is called the Monkey King, I knew it was from folklore of sorts but I wasn’t sure which and was interested in it, so I went on find out all I could about it, so here is the story of the badass Monkey King who shook the heavens.

Nigerian Parents

My parents are typical Nigerian parents. Over the years I've gotten used to their ways as every Nigerian child who loves his life must. I obeyed the rules, did the chores and whatever else they asked of me, but i'm not hear to talk about how good a son i am (though my mom would probably disagree with the good part) i'm here to talk about the craziness that is living with a Nigerian parent.

I remember back in the day, when my siblings and i got beat on the daily (yes we were stubborn children) and then you'd be wondering what instrument of back or yansh destruction would be unleashed upon you.

Replace the spoon with a pankere/slim wooden instrument of pain

The annoying part was we could never just get beat alone, we also had to get punished too, from the hours spent on my knees with my arms above my head to the picking of an invisible pin (seriously whoever came up with this is just wicked) and more.