well, i am inspired to write today by the blog post of my really good friend and fellow blogger, the fabulous miss.fab (at least in her mind..no hatin' folks, we're all allowed to dream), who went through her not so logical thoughts and set out her pet peeves for the day. it was hilarious. the very first peeve was against people whose blog she follows and who do not even branch by hers or even drop a comment or appreciate her "followership" as it were. i would like to think i am way above that level of pettiness but the truth is that more than 50% of every writer's drive comes from the desire to show off...you know, attract attention beyond the normal everyday cursory glance from your friends like everyone else. so it hurts really bad when it appears noone gives a hoot what you think or say...well, not really bad, maybe just pinches a lil.
well, unfortunately for miss.fab, she's all alone. i have more than sufficient outpouring of attention from my readers and i sometimes think i may have to organize a boob signing or something event just to sign autographs for my readers (well, look who's become vain, rioght?).
so today i got home after a long day at work (yes, tolu and fadeke, facebook too qualifies as work when done in the office), and i was telling someone in my car how i feel that in 2010, the northern governors are still not showing enough commitment to education and that it begins to appear that there is an intentional desire to keep their people uneducated. the woman said that she has had the privilege of meeting intelligent northerners and that even the mallams that sell things are actually smarter than they look. she was truly convincing.
and so it was with this mindset that i entered my house and proceeded to prepare for the evening when i observed i had run out water. instinctively, i had someone call me a mallam to supply me some jerrycans of water (don't even act like y'all dont buy water from mallams too). i open the kitchen door and leave him to decant the kegs of water into the drum and go into my room to turn on my computer and naturally, i get carried away. fifteen minutes later, i kid you not, i suddenly remember that "hang on, i did leave a mallam in my kitchen years ago" and i proceed to return and check if he'd left without his money. lo and behold, there he was, standing right where i'd left him, staring blankly into space in the utmost silence almost like he was in awe of my white kitchen wall. for no reason. so i said, "you don finish", he says "i don finish since". i was gonna ask him how much longer he intended to stand there staring sheepishly before deciding to call my attention but i decided that it would be like asking him to spell the word "encyclopedia" so i let it slide. but man, i take back the part where i said the woman in my car was "truly convincing". the north needs an educational intervention.
so now that the world cup is over, at least for me, i hope y'all can get back to the more important things of life (like following my blog) and whatever you do, please note that murder is still a crime in nigeria when you eventually go to the airport to welcome sani kaita back home...and while we're at it, also note that i cannot bail you should you decide to still go on and kill a super eagle
see y'all
well, unfortunately for miss.fab, she's all alone. i have more than sufficient outpouring of attention from my readers and i sometimes think i may have to organize a boob signing or something event just to sign autographs for my readers (well, look who's become vain, rioght?).
so today i got home after a long day at work (yes, tolu and fadeke, facebook too qualifies as work when done in the office), and i was telling someone in my car how i feel that in 2010, the northern governors are still not showing enough commitment to education and that it begins to appear that there is an intentional desire to keep their people uneducated. the woman said that she has had the privilege of meeting intelligent northerners and that even the mallams that sell things are actually smarter than they look. she was truly convincing.
and so it was with this mindset that i entered my house and proceeded to prepare for the evening when i observed i had run out water. instinctively, i had someone call me a mallam to supply me some jerrycans of water (don't even act like y'all dont buy water from mallams too). i open the kitchen door and leave him to decant the kegs of water into the drum and go into my room to turn on my computer and naturally, i get carried away. fifteen minutes later, i kid you not, i suddenly remember that "hang on, i did leave a mallam in my kitchen years ago" and i proceed to return and check if he'd left without his money. lo and behold, there he was, standing right where i'd left him, staring blankly into space in the utmost silence almost like he was in awe of my white kitchen wall. for no reason. so i said, "you don finish", he says "i don finish since". i was gonna ask him how much longer he intended to stand there staring sheepishly before deciding to call my attention but i decided that it would be like asking him to spell the word "encyclopedia" so i let it slide. but man, i take back the part where i said the woman in my car was "truly convincing". the north needs an educational intervention.
so now that the world cup is over, at least for me, i hope y'all can get back to the more important things of life (like following my blog) and whatever you do, please note that murder is still a crime in nigeria when you eventually go to the airport to welcome sani kaita back home...and while we're at it, also note that i cannot bail you should you decide to still go on and kill a super eagle
see y'all
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