SUNDAY PALAVA

I can't imagine why establishment in charge of power would turn such social infrastructure into objects of fun.

PHCN, NEPA is at it again. Power for 5 minutes, off for 2 minutes, then back again for another 5 minutes. They've been at this for 2 hours. Mehn... so annoying. Anyway I won't let them get to me.

And as if PHCN palava is not enough, someone is really making me mad right now...no I won't get into that...personal. A deep breath, and... yes, anger gone. Once watched a movie, one actor telling the other to count from one to five, says that was what he usually does. Don't know if that will work for me; but the deep breath thingy works.

Sunday was always the best day of the week for us. We had a special uniform for the day (orange check), the best food combination for the week (even enjoyed the breakfast better in SS3... story for another day). The only turn-off about this day was the knowledge that come tomorrow, monday, you have to be in class with some unpredicatable teachers(maths tutor, Mr. Olapade, never answered a single question he asked me; even those I knew). But i can't seem to understand why such a lovely day finds a way to transform itself into an ugly one.

Since the only major activity for the day was to go for sunday service, that means we usually don't have much to do for the rest of the day. So as junior students we wake up as early as we could (make sure 'they' are still snoring), do morning duties, get everything we will be needing for the day. By the time 'they' wake up none of us is found in the hostel... except the likes of Alogba and Debo... yinka was always around too.

Looking critically at it, this sunday strategy was the best, since 'they' dont even get to see us.
But again, if we are asked now; years after we've left school, what our worst experience was, that experience is likely to fall on a sunday. It was as if the day was jinxed, finds a way to conspire against us. SOMETHING ALWAYS HAPPENS.

And come to think of it. Even as a senior, I (mean we) was(were) busted on a sunday.

Next Post.

Bush Baby

What can i say? Thought i would be away for only one week. Now it's been six.

Been really busy these past weeks. A Nightmare would be an understatement.

And can't say 'am back.

Take this, maybe it'll last for another six.

And talking about nightmares.A nightmare is a dream which causes a strong unpleasant emotional response from the sleeper, typically fear or horror, or the sensations of pain, falling, drowning or death....Most (if not all) people have had such experiences at a time or another in their lives. Pain, falling, drowning, deep sorrow, blah, blah....But one nightmare experience is peculiar to the black race. Masquerades...

Traditionally, masquerades are believed to be dead people brought back to life. Who would want to be chased by such?. And much scary is the fact that the one being pursued tends to run at slow pace, just as if his legs were held by some invincible magnetic force. U feel me.

The society we grew up in had a lot to do with things that we did in our conscious and subconscious states. Most of us believe these tales as they've turned from myth to reality. In fact, some of us had personal encounters which somehow made us believe these things to be true.

So when for the very first time we find ourselves away from home, these myths find themselves in our minds.

The word 'bush baby' is common to ALL students who went to one boarding school or the other (down here). Is it 'Miss Kokoka'?. The one who you only hear the foot-steps, but never see the person walkin'. Or when you see only hands doing things for themselves with no body?. Or a time when a student fell deathly ill, it was a popular believe he had an encounter with the 'bush baby'.

Ah that reminds me.

You want to get rich quick. Just forget about the many get-rich-quick schemes that we have around. Forex won't help yah, neither adsense...

Just get a 'bush baby's' mat. Simple? NO.

There is a very popular belief down here about 'bush baby'. They are natively called 'ewin'. And they are believed to be predominant in dense rain forest.

Just get the mat. Go into the forest. Wherever 'bush baby' goes the mat follows. Then you must have watched WWE for a week non-stop before these.

Once you smack-down the bush baby', it brings you riches and good fortune. And you live happilly ever-after.Lie.The riches and good fortune won't come without seven days of dreadful plea from the 'bush baby'. It somehow finds it's way to your house at night and cries pleading and begging to get back the mat. The horrifying aspect about this is that you and only you hear the 'bush baby'.

If you can endure these 'mere' seven days, you get to keep the mat and you become rich.

I seriously think we ( i mean I) need to give this a try.

So just imagine the fear that always envelops us when we supposedly had encounters with such creatures, especially soon after leaving the comfort of our homes for the very first time.

Looking back I now deduce that the 'bush baby' was actually a syndrome of junior students, since that fear disappeared once we ourselves became seniors.

See you in six.