ESKIS SAH, WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?

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written by Amarachi Ogbonnaya.

I want to ask the men a question o, (errrrm, biko, don't vex), why do some men look at ladies like they want to die? I don't even know how to ask the question sef, OK, let me expantiate;
This afternoon, after my waka wakanda in Ikeja, I was at the bustop waiting for keke marwa (Abeg leave English for oyibo people, we call it keke napepe or keke maruwa), when this jeep was coming out of a street, the uncle in the passenger's seat was just staring at one yellow paw paw sis beside me, the stare was funny, the uncle even bent down inside the car o to look at the sister, you know those Yoruba movies where baba sala, while being very funny and annoying asf (annoying as fuck) sees the village fine girl and starts behaving very childish, OK, you still don't get it heh, you know when a child is looking at the sun and then decides to try another method and bends down to look at it from his leg to know if the sun will turn upside down? Ehen, that type of childish behavior was what this uncle was exhibiting, I didn't even know the disgust was evident on my face until he looked at me and straightened up, the next thing my neighbor (another aunty) said was, "Some men can look sha," me I had already demonstrated to the man (the glass was up), "Kukuma chop her Na." (Rolling my eyes).

Something alarming almost happened to me, after I entered another vehicle heading to Yaba, my phone just "japa" ( if you know, you know). After frantically looking for it without seeing it, I begged the kind gentleman beside me to borrow me his phone, I dialled my number and airtel decided to act like a b**ch, who still uses airtel sef except my mom?? See i had already started crying in my heart of hearts when I heard the phone ring in my bag, haaaa, you need to see the way I leapt for joy, it was great reuniting with my phone, while celebrating o, the gentleman just said, "Its not even the loss of the phone that matters, its the contacts," Ehen Na, I said the same thing, except.... Ah, who slapped me? Someone cannot even play with you sef, if this phone Disappear, Na problem o.

These days I don't even know how to introduce myself; if I say I am a hustler, some elements will think I am an ashano (prostitute), if I say blogger, that is one of the many things I do, I am a writer, a freelance reporter, red carpet host, Mc, event usher, an advertiser, etc. Keep calm and patronize me 😀.

In other news, who else is tired of this sun? I am already dark, this sun has dealt with my real face, the one I am carrying now is Emmanuella's (this is not my real face).

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