Your 2cents For My 92million

Take note, the question doesn’t say ‘what would you LIKE TO do”

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With or without much ado, what are the first 5 things you would do if you won GBP92m as in, Ninety-Two Million Pounds (£92,000,000)?

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The thought makes we wanna just cum so feel free to clog my blog with your myriad of confusion too.

Will you fight the urge to slap your boss or his secretary?

Will you let the road rage hit the roof & ram into that bastard parked in the centre of the road?

Will you take off all your clothes & run outside?

Will you finally throw that party just to find out what Ace of Spades tastes like?

Would you give 10% in tithe to your local church?

Road Rage

The way people drive in this country Nigeria is driving me mad. Why on earth cant you make that turn without driving through my own lane, are you out of your mind? When I drive straight up to your bumper, you proceed to insult me wondering if I didn’t see you. "What nonsense, drive on your own lane you bastard”.

Taxi and bus drivers should all be arrested and shot in the head. We can do better without their nuisance. There’s no reason on earth these bus drivers have to wait for you to pass in front of them. “For Pete sakes the line ahead of you is not moving so why have you blocked the damn road?” As for the taxi drivers that stop right on the road whenever they feel like, should have their throats slit right there on their drivers seats. ”Bloody native goats”.

Who issued these people licenses? More like, where did these people buy their licenses? The sign simply says Reverse Parking Only, yet you do the exact opposite and park right before the sign. Are you from Hades or you simple can’t read? The idea is so that when you are leaving you do not back up into the road. Was that too hard to figure?

It is rush hour and we are all trying to get to work early. This woman drives unto the main road like her father built it and conveniently drives at 20km/h ahead of us all. We must really be that bored to have left our houses without destinations. After blaring horns like we were driving cattle we finally overtake to see the bloody ignoramus doing her make up and driving at the same time, assuming she was not on the phone at the same time.

Men and women that we would have readily called normal human beings, have their seat belts strapped on but have their kids standing on the front seat or playing at the back, up there by the rear speaker. All merry and very unstrapped. I may love children but if the death of one or two in their parents cars would teach us that lesson, the so be it.

There is no day I get behind the steering that I don’t curse vehemently. It is driving me nuts seeing this rubbish in different forms every damn day. I maintain that we’re not having our fair share of road mishaps; it will bring me great joy if people learned these lessons, preferably, the hard way.

Causes & Effects

In an attempt to work myself out some muscles, the 2 hours intensive cardio & weight training session has rendered me a pack of aching muscular bundles still covered with layers of fat.

The spread duvet on the ground which I slept on all night made me feel like a mass of flesh that had rapidly rolled down the sides of the Mambilla Plateau.

I know that in a little while, it will all go away but for now, if this is the punishment I must serve for being away from the gym in 2months, then so be it.

I must loose some weight and regain some sexiness.

For all its worth, I have to brave it and face this mission and its assumed masculinity with all I’ve got.

Please Note: This is for lack of a better post.

H O M E C O M I N G H A R A N G U E

It didn’t work when I tried to wriggle out of my being. I am in TOO DEEP.
I confined myself within to SHUT THE WORLD out, all to no avail
The time I spent in the west was well spent vigour, and MONEY too
Once again, the orderliness as consistent as always, spoke volumes
She made manifest, the yawning gap between them, and our alleged DEVELOPING one
The development that seems to take five steps backwards for every two AND A HALF forward
My eyes burn, my head aches, my skin crawls, my toes squirm and MY FIST tightens
Every so often I curse out loudly at MYSELF, for it has reverberated on my wound up windows
If only my Canon Digital SLR was an AA-12 combat shotgun, I would point and KILL
The success a REBRANDED state might be hinged on the DEMISE of most of you
Your leaders are more concerned about HOW YOU DRESS than your getting an EDUCATION
I am ENCOURAGED to seek solace in my remuneration for I am bereft of job satisfaction
I’m turning in my military hardware for AMNESTY is nigh and TIME is of the essence
It is only we who can fight for us so pray allow me to CRY my own CRY

Blogsville Today

I've been a blogger for just a little above 2 years. There were some bloggers that made blogsville worth the while for me a newcomer. Some of them are still around, others are gone, it's for them to say if for good.

Others have rebranded missions and intents because certain elements have infected & poisoned them with insults, unswerving and insinuated. Did I even hear that some that met here have gotten married, or were they already a thing before they started blogging?

Interesting.

If I said I was leaving blogsville, for good, i know not, would any of you ask me not to? And why?

Right now, I am not sure if I’m feeling this space anymore...