My Primary School Best Friend

One of my fondest memories is from primary school, as some of us know it, and elementary school for others. I had just switched to my family's school(no! my family does not own the school, but all my siblings, including my brother who is now close to 40, went to that school) in primary two when i met the girl that became my best friend. Co-incidentally, both our immediate older brothers had been best friends as well.

We split ways at the end of primary school as she went on to a private school and i was shipped far away to one of those federal girls school in a town i had never heard before that time. Of-course we made new sets of friends, but everytime i came back home we got in touch but i guess that relationship never went back to the way we had it.

I actually attribute a part of whom i am today to my primary school best friend for some reason. I believe the year was 1995. My friend invited me to a christian camp that she attended the previous year, and since i was still trying to get that old relationship we had, i was willing to go to another town and spend a week out of my dear vacation at another boarding school, which by the way was not as bad as my school, maybe because it was also a private school. Anyway, a group of young people together, no parents, different platoons, and of-course for we girls we had "boys" and for the boys, they had "girls." We had major fun and learned that being young and a christian was a plus and was cool too; this allowed me to freely love the Lord till this day.

Anyway, that was just side story abi na reminiecing, my friend and i never really reestablished that primary school love, but regardless we remained friends. We both met up in the US of A again and started an adult friendship, we prayed together, belonged to a group she had started of young women dealing with everything-life, relationships, being a christian, etc. That was wonderful too.

Couple of years ago, my friend got married to the love of her life. In spite of the different talk that she was too young, some said maybe she wanted to have sex, but wanted to do the right thing-inside marriage. One time she had asked me to go with her to some guy's b/day get-together, this was her first appearance with the guy's family and she needed back up. The good friend i was, i kuku ma went. Six months or less, down the time, my friend calls me one random day and says she's getting married and would love for me to be a bridesmaid. Now, i can't really remember the engagement period, but i remember us planning for this wedding sha. I went with her dress shopping a couple of times, and bridesmaids outfit shopping too. The wedding was beautiful, couple of friends from primary school reunited, and some from that camp back in nigeria.

Another year and a half later, my friend had her first child, beautiful little girl, first child i saw with her eyes open two days after they had her.

Another two years down the line and my friend is getting a divorce. What went wrong? I don't know. She's a God-fearing young woman, She knows the word of God and bible principles and all that. She's spoken/counselled young girls over a period of time too; so i can't explain what went wrong. Now the problem is that my friend has up to this date not told me a thing. I heard from her husband. Because of some arrangement, i happen to see my friend almost everyday. Should i mention it to her that i know? I'm i supposed to say sorry about your marriage? or just act like nothing is happening.

This morning, in regards to something with their child, my friend's husband told me, can't you talk to her? Isn't she your friend? What am i supposed to say? I'm really not the kind to interfer in people's family affairs, never been married before so i don't even have advice to give.

Anyone has any thots?

See me see Wahala

Ok, so this girl eh, i don't even know what kinda games she's playing. I know she's suspicious of my friendship with her brother who has a girlfriend but pays me too much attention, but hey... if i'm good like that, i can't blame him. But on a serious note though, i don't want her brother like that, he really is just a good friend and i even advice him on his babe sef. I know this girl has issues with it still though, because someone else confirmed it to me.



So why is she now offering me a man? even after i said i'm in a relationship o? calls me up today about some 37 year old man looking for a wife. The man's birthday is this coming sunday and he wants her to bring him a wifey material girl and this _ _ _ _ _(thank God i'm saved) calls me up askng me if i wanted to go.



I don't even know what to say to her... i feel insulted sef. Ok i'm closer to 30 than i want to believe and so what? I'm not desperating looking to get married in the next 3-6 months; sorry but for me 37 is old. close to 40 does not sound attracting to me. Besides, God forgive me o, if judging by the girls crew, the guy i'm suspecting has to be kinda on the yoruba fuji side. I say that because a group of them gather together often saying they are from "isale eko" (downtown lagos) you know, for lack of a better word, i'll use the word razz, with their fuji kinda music.

Ok, i know what to tell her now. I guess this writing thing works.

A Plea

I'm using this medium to appeal to all armed robbers in nigeria. In the name of God, i'm begging you on my knees and from the innermost part of my heart and with everything that is within and is of me; LEAVE MY PAPA ALONE! He is all i have; abeg have mercy on a motherless child, i know you have one at home yourself- (Mi o shako) (it is not yanga) let atleast one of these people see their grandchildren (well atleast from me) or even let the ones he has now grow pass the age of 5; in this case, since death was cruel enough to take his wife, then you robbers should allow this one time.



Allow him to reap the fruits of his labor, the man tried, i lie to you not. The man actually told me one day like this that even if he has to drink garri everyday, we his children will not suffer; and suffer, we did not.

It's only remaining small eh, i will marry and have those kids the man wants to see, abeg let him atleast walk his daughter down the aisle, he has not gotten the opportunity to do that yet as per the ones wey don marry are boys. I still don't have that money yet to buy the man his car or whatever it is he wants, so abeg allow me time eh, biko, ejoo.

But sha o, you rogues no dey fear sha, i can bet the man is older than your parents at home, and you still had the guts to tell him to lie flat on the floor. It's sad to say that driving in nigeria, you anticipate things like this and have hidden corners in your car. You people didn't find the 3 mobile phones the man carries around like his into some shady business abi? sorry about that.

But ehh, abeg, if you happen to be reading this, return the cologne in the traveling bag, i beg of you, if you want cologne, just e-mail i will buy, but papa's own dey cost me too much money and i just got that one, me thinking i'm good to go atleast till January, then una just take am like that. There are still no money tries in this country, i work pretty damn hard and every penny counts. The rest of the trouser and shirts, and the senegalese kaftan, i give you permission to keep or give to your own folks.

As you can see, i have not insulted you in this message, i could have cursed you and your entire household. But as a child of God, all i have done is pleaded with you... so please ehh, harken. I will also leave you with advice from the good book:

Exodus 20:15: “THOU SHALT NOT STEAL

woe be unto the man, woman, boy or girl who breaks this commandment!

"Let those who have ears, hear". (and those who have eyes, read)

Spider/Superstition

I officially have to stop watching yourba movies.

Last week i watched one movie that this guy got charmed after supposedly walking through a spider's web.

Well, today at work same thing happened to me. I ignored it and got it off my face until a co-worker of mine said i had a spider on my hair. For some dumb reason i paniced, after she took it off i started to plead the blood of Jesus, at the same time rejecting and rebuking every plan contrary to the plan of God over my life.

Meanwhile this lady is looking at me, if she could speak pigin, she would probably have asked "abi i don kolo." She's indian and actually told me it was a good omen in her country. Something about my wishes would come to pass. I really just starred at her like a zombie.