Last Weekend

Friday Night;
Long Drives & Bumpy Wet Roads
More Bad Road & Rivers To Cross
Free Parking & News Café
Loud Music & Uncool Backup
Expensive Alcohol & Some Laughs

Early Saturday Morning;
Airport Runs & Distant Car Parks
Cash Points & Travelex Disappointment
Local Forex Abokis & Mysterious N5k Loss

Rain & More Rain

Saturday Afternoon;
Deep Sleep & Its 1600hrs
Awakened To Mad Starvation
Hook Ups & The Sumptuous Eba & Edika Ikong
Guinness & Smokes

Saturday Night;
Long Bridge Drives & More Rain
Radio Station Tour, Classic & New
Good Chatter & Mad Laughs
Mohito with No Ice & Lovely Lagoon View
Bridges Crossed To Deep Slumber

Sunday Morning;
Early Morning Drives & Drop Off Zones

Warm Duvet & Slumber Part II
Midday Flight & Early Check In

PH, The Garden City
My Home Sweet Home

Now, What Does This Weekend Hold?
Yesterday Would Have Been Mad Fun
But It Didn’t Happen
If Tomorrow Comes
Let Her Speak For Herself

I Hope This Weekend Is Better Then The Last One
However, Let It Be Golden For You All

What Could She Want?

People, this time, I am running. She is stalking me. What she's looking to buy, I'm not looking to sell, & I dont want to fuck her.

My phone has been buzzing from endless text messages. She's telling me about how she's been feeling since the first day she saw me at the joint. She has only just grduated from Uni & helps with orders at the beer parlour offering local delicacies owned by her mother.

From the moment she got my number, she has been texting me on the daily about some feelings she's been having, & her wanting to be appreciated, & why I was not texting back, & how everyone's not appreciating her, & how she wants to be loved back, & why I am so mean, & how she calls me & I refuse to answer, & how she's sorry for talking to me like that & getting me upset, & how she will leave me alone, & how she wants to be a friend, & how she's broke, & how she doesn't want to be a pest, & how sex is not so important, & how you count 1 before 2...& so on, & so forth

She doesn't live very far away, & I know that the moment she enters my house, I might have to move out. If ever, she will have to be fucked at a motel. Amidst all of this, I have been silent. I decided on the 3rd text message from her that I did not want to fuck her anymore. She puts the x in drama, & the pain in my neck.


"I woke up this mornin discovrin dat u re an Igbo man n Yoruba land. Ibo men like to mk women feel tht they can survve w/out them but I was made2understnd tht a Yoruba man takes care of any woman he meets witout havn a relationshp with her. you seem very unusual, ve u ever been dictched tht u're so hard and nothin can touch you. I really wnt2knw why you act the way u do. pls reply, I need2 understand u. thanks"


What the fuck is that? Who the blazes sends this kind of text message? This is one out of a thousand...."You need to understand me? You must be having a laugh!" was the message I almost sent back, but I chose my ultimate weapon, SILENCE!

I am abit too stressed right now to abide her tantrums so I decide to speak & tell her, she was too young for me, I was not what she wanted, & how sorry I am that I cannot fulfil her friendship requirement. What I am, that inconsistent customer is what I wish to remain.