see me see trouble  

Posted by Shadowthrone

ok i was walking home today,i was coming from the library(i do sum volunteering work when im bored),so i decided to talk this small alley(abi na shortcut dem they call am)...sha na so i dey waka i come see these two Akata boys...them full road...i have one bad habit i like staring at people,short,tall fat,thin ill look at you( i have to stop that )Sha most likely one of them got pissed by a girl(i dont know why that comes to mind but my hunches are always correct..no i no be winsh lol ).Anyways i walked and passed them but i looked at them very well...(these Akatas seem to feel they are better than we that come from from Africa-but that one is blogging for another day) thats how one of them look me back...me sef they look am(abi?)i even one say "waasup" na so the idiot tell me talk say im dey vex today say i get problem with am?I stopped,turned back looked at this dude like "wtf?!" I said no.I turned back,laffed out loud and countinued on my walk..Two things were in my mind.If i wait see wetin the idiot go do i be mugu because definitely if it became a fight it would be 3 against 1(the had another friend behind them) and it would be stupid to fight.Second,that day i read 1 Cor 13.Love ya Neighbour as urself....(If nt for God!!!lol).But jokes apart i was a bit upset.The guy was later talking tell his friend that i was walking like " i was the shit ".Yes!!!i am the shit!!!!u cant copy my swagger so dont hate holmes!!!Go to UNILAG!!!u will learn true swagger there!lol....but come to think of it...me sef i dey overdo sometimes...and i always feel like im keeping a low profile but it seems that is nt the case....

Well people....Im on a campaign....Love ur Neighbour as Urself campaign...and it is working...help that old lady get off the trolley or train...say hi to people on the street!!smile!!!smiles work wonders in the hearts of people..so....thats the word for the month....LOVE!!!♥♥♥

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Recollection of A dark night...  

Posted by Shadowthrone


                                                                                                                                                                My family and I lived in a private residential area in a quiet part of my country.We kept to ourselves and did not really go out of their way to  socialize or fraternize.It think it is a normal thing in society for people to make up stories about things they do not know about (and that was exactly what people set out to do).My family did not seem to need from anyone,so there was nothing anyone could about that could be true.so,the people in this private residential area started making up stories about us.the fact that my father never seemed to be around
One day,coming back from town we were told by our neighbours that a very scuffy looking fellow was seen lurking around our house.we were alarmed and talked to the estate security to increase security around our house.they did not agree saying that it was only our neighbours that seemed to see this scruffy fellow.but we all knew that the real reason why they did not increase the security around our house was that we never went for their residents association meetings.the reason my parents did not go was that all they ever seemed to do was argue and theynever really got anything done.after their refusal,we installed more security lights around the house and made sure all the the doors were locked at all times.ithink this was wrong because we were like isolating ourselves more.
During this time,we started hearing things people were saying about my family.things that were so ridiculous,we dismissed them as untrue.some of them were that we hid money in fridges and food warmers in our house.i was too young then comprehend what this all meant.after a while my mother had a change of employement and decided that we were move somewhere else.my father was not in the country during this time so all the decisions were for my mother to make.we started themoving process,boxing things and rearranging things in the house.everything was going nicely,and after a while we presence of the scruffy man faded from our minds.
On this fateful night I woke up from my sleep to screams of “thief, thief!!!”.as I woke up I saw a shadow jump from the balcony of the room I slept in with my mother down to the ground.i was still groggy with sleep and did not comprehend what was happening.after a while I heard my sisters telling my mother sorry over and over again.hearing this,the sleep cleared from my eyes immediately and I went over to where my sisters and my mother were.it was then I looked on the ground and saw a pool of blood.i followed the steady drip of the blood and saw that my mothers right hand had been sliced almost clean through.
After my mum had been taken to the hospital and she was stabilized,I heard the full account of what happened from my sisters.the scruffy man we were warned about was the one that came a-visiting.when he entered the first question he asked was “where is the money”.he further clarified himself and said “the money in all the coolers”.when my mother told him that she did not keep money in the house and she could take him on a scenic tour of the house to verify this,he got annoyed and took a swing at my elder sister.my mother used her ahnd to take the blow,saving my sisters life and getting almost all her fingers cut in the process.
Looking back now,I realized that all those rimors and untrue things that we said about us that caused that attack.rumors are just attempts by ignorant people to malign the image of people and also to cover up their own ignorance.but then,I do not really blame them because if my family was not so insular and isolated,the rumors would not have had a chance to grow…



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it isnt easy...  

Posted by Shadowthrone

i  finally decided to sit up and do something meaningful with my time(not that ive nt been doing that oh)...and voila!!!this blog is the end result...editing the whole ish and fine tuning the whole layout...na lonnnng thing....anyways im proud of myself... :)

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