MY FRIEND.....MY MONEY

Its funny how quickly friends become foes, have you ever wondered why your friends seem to be the ones who throw the shit more...or maybe they are just not your friends.....maybe I expect too much, maybe I give too much. but all the same I marvel every time I see someone call me a friend and goes right the next minute to throw the friendship in my face....

We have been friends for a year and we got along quite well, the bonding was so smooth or maybe too quick, the start was splendid, the chemistry was divine..no am not gay, its just the way I see it. We did what friends do...we still do, just that now are heart is not as attached to it as it was before...guess we're trying to stay matured about the all -ish.

This faithful Wednesday night, I had just successfully pushed down half a plate of oat, and was about going to the reading room, when my said friend asked for my phone as her's was stolen about a month ago and she is still waiting for her 'BB Touch 2', so I handed over my phone to her, since she said she wanted to flash another friend, I had N3 on the phone I guess that is enough to flash anyone in the world..... off Iwent to the reading only to return later to collect my phone as I needed to use the dictionary on the phone. I returned to the reading room, used the dictionary, wanted to flash a friend to and a lady voice from my service provider said my balance was too low to make the call, angrily I cut the call, checked my balance and saw N0.00k...

My friend flashed another network provider's number and said she didn't call, agreed she didn't call, how then did the call go through if there was no credit in it at all...my friend jumped down from her bunk went straight off to buy me a  N100 recharge card...why didnt she just buy more than that, I bluntly told her to take recharge card back that as I didn't  need it, and it wasnt the first time she had exhausted my credit without returning it, she went on to say this was different.....what was different about it, "  I will use my N97 naira and leave your remaining credit", this same friends owes me a certain amount of money.

I guess everything is different now.

My friend......my money


Dela

SCHOOL UNFOLDING II

On a Saturday afternoon, I was woken up from sleep by a multitude of female students in Moremi Hall screaming, and I hate to be woken in a harsh manner from sleep. What was the reason for this noise: A 400L Law Student had attacked a fellow Muslim student with a sharp knife and was telling everyone around that she was going to kill this Muslim student come what may (this babe wants to invite Boko Boys to Unilag o), and no one should try to stop her.....killing someone is a criminal offense but I guess this girl already knows the law and can defend herself well, since she is a law student and has knowledge about the law to a considerable level.

Finally I got to know what was the cause of the violent attack, the said 400L student was corrected by the Muslim babe not to dirty her bed, this said 400L student is even a squatter, putting herself and her 'squatee' in great danger. I don't see how correcting someone became a criminal offense in Nigeria and why you should be threatened.

This scene lasted for almost thirty minutes, and when seen that her fellow rommies could not stop her, porters and security officer in the hostel were called to do justice to the situation, taking away the 'knife babe', her squatee, the Muslim girl and anyone willing to be an eye witness.

The consequence of such act is that both squatter and squatee get evicted from the hostel and given severe punishment from the school authority. But I wonder what will make a man want to kill his fellow man. the act of killing is a deliberate action on anyone's part and takes both courage and anger to carry out. But imagine if a lawyer is to be the one killing people, who would be the one to defend us, or better still imagine such a lawyer in court and the accused is misbehaving and not answering the question correctly, or the judge makes a decision that decision doesn't concur to the standard of the lawyer as he/she was taught in Law School.... hmmmm I can only imagine.


If lawyers can't defend us who will????



Yours blogger,


Dela

FORMING CELEBRITY.....

Alot of us wish most times that we are celebrities and could just do some certain things and have fun, jet off to the Caribbeans or go wherever we want to and do whatever we like without restriction, for people to work with our time schedule and try as much as they can to please us (isn't it cool anyway?).

I guess that was the way one former Big Brother Nigeria Housemate was feeling (because you enter Big Brother doesn't make you a celebrity), I met this housemate at the funeral after-party of the Demuren's  for their beloved mother who past away (details about how she died I don't know), in Otunba Dipo Dina International Stadium in Ijebu Ode, Ogun State, Nigeria,  oh am also an usherette, that's how I met dis wannabe celebrity ( that's what he is to me...).

Well that day we (my ushering outfit) used more of servers than ushers so I was a supervisor for a particular section of the party and that section was for celebrities, the moment this bros (wannabe) saw me standing wit the servers holding trays in hand, he signaled to me to come over to their their table with people like Noble Igwe and co. on that table, I humbly went over to make a guest as comfortable as I could. Bros (wannabe) did not even bother to say hello or allow me introduce myself formally, he just asked as if he employed me as his maid or it was his relations funeral party we were there for  "do you guys have champagne, I mean like Moet or Bacardi" I gave him one good look he would never forget (its his type that goes clubbing and can't even afford one red bull like the late rapper Dagrin said). I answered him nicely, but in my mind he was as good as dead. So the party started, yes there was enough drink for everyone to even take home, but I made sure he was punished to acting rudely to a fellow human, courtesy demands that you treat fellow beings with mutual respect (for those of you who feel usher are no humans or are already paid to work so they should do whatever your wish is, their work doesn't include being your maid and don't forget that what goes around comes around).

So as the party progressed, I kept plotting and hoping that my prey (the wannabe) would enter my trap, and yes he did, he signaled again like he did the first time and said he wants his Moet now (as if hes the one that paid for it, lol), and I replyed that if he would give me a minute he will have his Moet in his clean glass cup. Off  went I, I didn't return until 7minutes latter, saying to him that am I'm very sorry he didn't order on time other people had ordered and the said drink is being given according to their time of order, bros (wannabe) began to form anger and celebrity for me o, suddenly I turned it on him saying he shouldn't make a scene and that his not the only one entittled to a champagne *polite insult*.

When it was time for him to go, he looked at me and I could tell from the look that he knew I was being mean to him, but to me I was just paying back his disrespect, not like he had done anything tangible in the entertainment industry sef.....*hissing*

his name is......U....B...... (not telling, not at all, LMAO).


Yours humble blogger,


Dela

*smiles****kisses*

SCHOOL UNFOLDINGS.....

As a student of the University of Lagos (Unilag), I get to see stuffs unfold by the minute, some good, some bad, some fun, some ugly. I stay in the reputable Moremi Hostel (if you know what i mean), and believe you me quite a number of events have occurred in this great hostel worthy of being "blogged about". This post will be in series, but I will take them one at a time as they happened...oh and be sure you will get the latest news about Unilag and Moremi Hall from me and no one else.

So lets start with SNAKE IN THE ROOM

My room no. is E.... (do you really think i was gonna write the number), we have or if I should say breed a number of rodents in the room, so it wasn't new to hear weird noise from any angle of the room, we had to get use to the idea that this rodents are here to stay and not making any move to vacate the room for humans, maybe its because of the bushes close to the hostel (I think).

After the compulsory two weeks break given to us (all student of Unilag) by the President of the Federal Republic of Nigeria, Goodluck Ebele Jonathan for wanting to change a brand name (The University of Lagos) to a fallacy (Moshood Abiola University, Lagos), me and my roomies (roommate) moved back into the hostel (Moremi hall) on sunday, started cleaning and clearing the room, the usual sound we hear popped up again and we laughed over it telling ourselves that is a welcome back from the rodents (not knowing we had an additional visitor), saying to us they (rodents) are back to feed on our foodstuffs, laughing for minutes then cleaning continued till the wee hours of the day, of which by that time we were exhausted, so cooking (we don't use the word cooking when we see a food on the fire, we say WHO IS BURNING, its just our own room slang) was not an option on the list anymore, we all then decided to make risky burger (that one good stuff *licking lips*, if you are in Unilag or ever been then you know what am talking about) which all of us ate for the night and went to bed.

Fast forward to five days later, rommies were all in the room, chatting about stuffs we had to go through at home because one man woke up one morning and decided to change the name of a great institution instead of tackling issues in the country, when all of a sudden 'Tunde said she saw something shining with long tail crawl by to the next bunk. Every one ran out screaming, then came Wonder Woman (Jessiekonko), I kept telling everyone who cared to listen that a reptile and I cant sleep in the same room, the reptile had to vacate the room for me.

Some hours later we decided that we had to check around, kill this rodent before they finish our remaining food stuff for third semester (lol), upon the search we came to the conclusion that the most place for a rodent to hide would be under the bunks and inside the lockers, so we started with the bunks, Dupe (another rommie) opened a bag under her bunk wanting to take something inside and said she saw a greenish thing, her bunkie Joy, insisted that the bag be opened so we know the content, so another rommie Fola suggested that if the bag is to be opened then it should be taken outside so the rodent can just go away, on taking the bag out, a greenish sleek, Titus like shining snake came out of the bag and crawled away *sigh of relief and a big thanks you Lord*.

That night we all didn't sleep in the room, running to the porters lodge and complaining, the whole hostel was in shock about the SNAKE IN THE ROOM, me and all my roomies slept in the common room and saying words of prayer to God for saving us for from a snake attack, the next morning men from the Health Center were called by the Hall authority and they fumigated the room, changed our window nets, fixed in every blocking and security needed only then all my rommies breath a sign of relief.

And I went on and on hailing the university of first choice and nation's pride on twitter without holding back.

Greatest of the greatest Moremite........GREAT.

Greatest of the greatest Akokite........GREAT.

There goes another expereince of mine...encountering things like I'm a mother confessor


yours blogger


Dela *kisses*

THE PARTY BEHIND ME

THE PARTY BEHIND ME

It was gonna be a very busy week for me, because I had planned it, making sure i fulfill everything i couldn't fulfill the past week, keep to schedule for the week and come out of the week a step closer to my arraigned vision, but that didn't deter me from remembering my "sugar baby's birthday".(that's what I call T)

The first shocker came when an ex of T (who is my friend too) and I chatted on Facebook (fb) on tuesday, and he asked me if I was gonna come to T's party..... WHAT! party, I quickly lied and said "oh, stuffs are coming up, and by the way Holy Ghost Service Night at Km 46 Lagos, Lagos-Ibadan Expressway was on the same night.

This ex of hers (Tayo) was trying to uncode why I wouldn't be at the party saying that my reasons are not enough to fore-go a friend of many years birthday party, but truly, I didn't have the resources to get to Km46 Lagos-Ibadan Expressway, but I didn't want him to know that my "said" friend didn't even inform me, to at least come and help her in anyway I could, or maybe she didn't want me around.

Thursday morning, another friend of ours spoke about the same party, then it dawned on me that this party was for real and with the way every one was talking about it, then its got to be hot, so on Friday I sent "sugar baby" a text saying happy birthday and many more years, she replied and we chatted, then she asked 'are you coming home'?, I replied no, she said she's at home that I should come, lo and behold I got home and it was a "gigantic" party *shocked / Surprised*

I gave her a piece of my mind democratically, sending her a text, cause calling her aside was impossible with the multitude of people, I texted and said " so you are having a party and blah blah blah" and mistakenly sent it to the same friend of ours who told me about the party without knowing, this friend of ours walked up to me and asked why i sent him this message and I told him it wasn't meant for him and then this friend came to the knowledge of what was happening, I resent the message and took a leave. The rest is not history... (if u know what i mean).

That's how revealing and funny my weekend was.....hope yours was fun.

Please feel free to leave a comment, or tell me in brief what you weekend was like.

Love to hear from you *kisses*


Dela

INTRODUCTION

I have the honour of introducing myself (since more of me will be read, lol).

You know my blog name already, my sex, I'm a believer with a difference, not scared to say it as it is, all my challenges, experience and fun. am neutral, not one mind, spontaneous, but discreet at the same time, am ME, leaving nothing to no one, but throwing caution to the wind, free spirited, caring (which some people, take for granted), straightforward, introvert (kind of), I'm a democrat, but if democracy will will not bring the solution then try something else (*wink*).

Student of University of Lagos (pure Unilag babe), classy chick, lover of music and arts, I don't follow trend, believe in old school stuffs, love the colour purple and black very much, then bright colours like orange, yellow, pink follows.

Not a sexist or feminist, a woman should be humble  no matter the class, height, status of a man, but don't take a woman for a ride either (you don't want to  see the other side, trust me). My philosophy of life is live and lets live....the past is gone, look forward to the future,

WARNING NOTE: I will hold back nothing, yes I maybe criticized, but, I will pour out my mind, so brace yourself for perspective unheard is coming your way.

I believe that all men are equal, we are only elevated by the way we see ourself's, the future is not some day we all are waiting for, the future is here, now, today, this minute, take charge....its yours.

From me to you......

lets get this blog...."Trafficking"

Dela *muahhh*

THE THANK YOU NOTE

THANK YOU

Alot of us have dreams that just can't seem to be killed, I had a dream of becoming (and still in motion of achievement) a Mass Communicator........ maybe not a broadcaster in the end (lol).

Having a blog is one step closer to the fulfillment of that dream. (yes o)

A big thank you to Dolapo Oladapo for pushing till I finally opened this blog, TribecaBeckley for willing to mentor me in the "Blogging Business", my African Kween (Mum) for supporting me in every good deed and dream, Blogger site for giving me the opportunity to open a blog without pay. UNA TOO MUSSSSH, LOVE Y'ALL  *smiles*