So after his ordeal, broda Sege packed out and in his place came broda Taju who learnt nothing from his predecessor, maybe it's even the foundation of the room. Broda Taju took over the leadership of the troublemakers Inc. It's in his room you'll see sisi Caro in the morning, Sade at night, Sewa tomorrow and Made at noon, all colours, shapes and sizes graced the condition beaten mattress in his one room apartment. Recently, he's not been staying at home. Even the "kana" he plays everyday has become "wetin we gain" only on days he's around. We should have taken it as a aign, his priorities have changed.
The other day, after about two weeks he came home with some guys in a Benz, took some things and left about five minutes after. As at this time, Iya kafaya already authored some rumours, well, I believe her, it's either one of two things: Yahoo Yahoo or armed robbery. Whatever it is, it is official that the tribal marked broda Taju is now into illegal sturvs.
I used to think 'gbe body e' was just a song and dance move until that evening when I realised that it's also the fastest means of distancing oneself from trouble. Na so we see one Toyota Camry park for our street, some boys dey change the tyre, called mechanic or someone like that and nobody suspected anything until broda Taju came back home.
The boys parked the Camry behind the Benz broda Taju came with. They brought different things ranging from cutlass to guns. Immediately everybody scattered and I rushed to enter Iya Risi's shop alongside seven others who closed the shop with us in it and none of us came out until everything was settled. We heard Broda Taju shouting, 'help o! They've taken everything! Who's home?' we all gathered round to hear from the horse's mouth. In short, Broda Taju was a yahoo pelzon and all the proceeds from his 'business' he invested in the new clothes and the Benz which the sons of the devil, the 'original owners' had just come to take.
It's been three months now and Broda Taju has not hit it again, infact the new friends he made has deserted him for their protection and he is in arrears of rent. In short, it doesn't seem like Broda Taju is packing out and moving on anytime soon.
I'm so sorry for the late updates, it should get better soon sha. My sister got married and I had some other engagements. I hope you enjoyed this. I wanted to write about my encounter with the Arabian prince and the day I met Michael B. Jordan but that is till next time.
Love,
Omo Ayan
❤
Monday, December 10, 2018
Thursday, November 8, 2018
HOW LONG IS SIX MONTHS?
All is fleeting,
Time and all its elements,
Love and all its components,
Even life is not everlasting,
Time flies when all is right,
And lingers when inconducive,
We were always active,
Fascinating all with our “fights”.
You never know what you have till it’s gone,
I just never thought I would miss you this much,
The stolen pure water and plates filled with lunch,
Even so, we’re family, we’re one,
At this point, I can’t help but wonder,
How long is six months?
This is a thank you to Tolu, one of the people always encouraging me to write and to Bubu, my sister on IT.
Love,
OMO AYAN
❤
Time and all its elements,
Love and all its components,
Even life is not everlasting,
Time flies when all is right,
And lingers when inconducive,
We were always active,
Fascinating all with our “fights”.
You never know what you have till it’s gone,
I just never thought I would miss you this much,
The stolen pure water and plates filled with lunch,
Even so, we’re family, we’re one,
At this point, I can’t help but wonder,
How long is six months?
This is a thank you to Tolu, one of the people always encouraging me to write and to Bubu, my sister on IT.
Love,
OMO AYAN
❤
Saturday, November 3, 2018
TRIALS OF BRODA SEGE
Nigeria is the kind of place where all you need is data (borrowed or stolen), phone (android or iPhone) and popcorn (real or imagined). It was on one of those ‘Nigerian political and social telemundo’ days that kasala burst in my area. I can’t remember whether it was Buhari or APC that day but it was at that point where the dramatic me sighed, dropped my phone, clapped my head in astonishment and shook my head (yeah you get the drill), that as soon as I picked up my phone to continue that we all heard ‘yeh, yeh ara adugbo e gba mi, won mu mi lo o’ (neighbours help me, they’re taking me away)
and behold it was Broda Segun. Let me introduce you to Broda Segun.
We all have those corpers that have refused to finish service. This one has not stopped serving since 1984 and has graduated from Broda Corper to Broda Sege. The stereotypical boys who wear boxers and yellow tops (or whichever top is your area branch office cloth) because as far as I am concerned, Broda Sege is the president of their association. He’s always carrying either keg or black ‘happy family’ bucket to fetch only God knows what. The ones that play kizz Daniel all Saturday, Tope Alabi on Sunday without going to church
and enter parachute on Monday morning with purple shirt with black shoe and brown belt to ‘go to work’, well you get the drill.
Back to the story, after I heard his shout, I shut the curtains as carefully as breeze would, stopped my music, me I’m nor at home o. Almost immediately, Iya Kafaya and her gang i.e. those women that are always at home, appeared and with them came the much anticipated noise. I stylishly peeped through the floral curtain covering the heavily barricaded window, alas, the ofofo spirit has still not left me. After some time, there was relative peace followed by ‘commentations’ (all those may God help us o, how did it happen, children of nowadays) and then complete silence. They say patience is a virtue and I knew fully well that as soon as my mum came back from work, gist would flow. Needless to say, as soon as my mum parked in the house, Iya Kafaya came to ‘pick bitter leaves’ from our compound and told the whole gist.
Apparently, Broda Sege’s ‘parasuit’ had attracted some other area boys to him. Broda Sege started feeling fly, riding in Benz, flexing with dem boys in exchange for his ‘English expertise’. Sha sha, soldiers came earlier that morning to capture him. They claimed him and the boys had duped their oga and since the boys are now nowhere to be found, hence Broda Sege.
Side note: thank God I didn’t agree to start dating that stupid boy called Tade, so that thin thing can dupe soldier, that’s kuku iPhone and Mercedes work. This secret will die with me.
Some three days after, Broda Segun came back literally. They came to pick him and they couldn’t even drop him, well, that’s their business. You know those beatings where there are no visible signs, just pain and inaudible murmurings of eh that will increase in octave to yeh at the onslaught of hot water treatment, well, Broda Sege had them. So we went to greet him, we’re neighbours after all.
As soon as my mum and I entered, Broda Sege widened his eyes and wanted to ask me maybe about Tade’s whereabouts, trust me to carry face. He wanted to put me in his position, idiot, my mum is no soldier but I was sure she would panel my body. God came through for me and the sympathisers all echoed, ‘Pele, take it easy, don’t say anything o, God will judge them’ but we all knew “the goat does not suffer from curses”. Kafaya was sha helping him press his body. He had tales to tell, tales that I will tell you later. In short, after I left there, I couldn’t stop laughing and I almost felt bad until Iya Kafaya started her own story and yes, on Sunday he went to church.
I'm so sorry for the late update, let's just say life happened. Now that I'm back, I've come with a little gist. Enjoy.
And till next time,
Your very own
OMO AYAN
❤
Thursday, October 4, 2018
THE BOY WHO SOLD MATTRESS AT OWOOLA
Egbami o, it all started one cool evening like that, I wore fine jeans and black V- neck top, I even managed to spray perfume and do makeup including the dreaded eyebrows. What was in my mind was, you never know where you’ll find husband, thinking about it now, what was I thinking? So I went to Asoula to settle some ish and then proceeded to buy the mattress at Owoola. You know me now, so I left the first shop to the second and so on, looking for the best deal meanwhile, the bike man already advised me to price it mercilessly as that was the only way I would get the best deal, so I put on my Ibadan-Lagos pricing face, with the formula in my head, ‘slash the price in half and add small’.
When I got there, I used my eyes to scan mattress, chose the one I wanted in my head then proceeded to price it. When I was done, I wanted to call my sister to notify her but Nigeria struck, and by that I mean my battery was low. So as per customer, I borrowed his phone to flash my sister who promptly called back. So as security, I left my phone number on the receipt, worst mistake ever if you ask me. He has not stopped calling since then and it’s almost a month. The last time he called, instead of avoiding it, I picked it up and answered. I was sure to use impeccable English that will surely intimidate his thick Igbo accent. He has not called back.
Guys need to understand that if a girl likes you just like someone said, ‘she’ll be soft like today’s bread’ don’t push it, be confident, intelligent, smooth and if you can help it rich and fine and voila you have girls but before then? Good luck to you o!!
So someone told me ‘you’re pretty’ this week again and this time, I believe it because he had no cause to lie. Compliment somebody, you never know how much that helps. And my new book will be out on Saturday, titled ‘Ride on Pastor’ on Okada books, you know the drill. Thanks for the everyday support.
Oh and please recommend a better network than airtel.
Till next time,
❤
OMO AYAN.
When I got there, I used my eyes to scan mattress, chose the one I wanted in my head then proceeded to price it. When I was done, I wanted to call my sister to notify her but Nigeria struck, and by that I mean my battery was low. So as per customer, I borrowed his phone to flash my sister who promptly called back. So as security, I left my phone number on the receipt, worst mistake ever if you ask me. He has not stopped calling since then and it’s almost a month. The last time he called, instead of avoiding it, I picked it up and answered. I was sure to use impeccable English that will surely intimidate his thick Igbo accent. He has not called back.
Guys need to understand that if a girl likes you just like someone said, ‘she’ll be soft like today’s bread’ don’t push it, be confident, intelligent, smooth and if you can help it rich and fine and voila you have girls but before then? Good luck to you o!!
So someone told me ‘you’re pretty’ this week again and this time, I believe it because he had no cause to lie. Compliment somebody, you never know how much that helps. And my new book will be out on Saturday, titled ‘Ride on Pastor’ on Okada books, you know the drill. Thanks for the everyday support.
Oh and please recommend a better network than airtel.
Till next time,
❤
OMO AYAN.
Wednesday, September 26, 2018
EYEBROW ON FLEEK?
I’m not naturally an artistic person so that might give you an idea of my make-up struggles. Imagine the dread when make-up came and said no more straight-line eyebrows. The straight lines wey I just dey struggle achieve, sometimes it will be like flyover, some other times it will look like that yellow wooden ruler from secondary school.
What have I not tried? Spoon, pen, brush, cello tape, paper tape even eye-nose measurement. Everywhere I look, I see fleek eyebrows and even though I love them, I can’t draw them. Days before my outing, I would be very confident about the change that has to happen and the way my skills will come through for me, the night before, I would be psyched about how well the eyebrows will turn out, I would have imagined the curves and edges and how well I would look. Gbam! Fast forward to the day and my eyebrow will just be wicked for no reason.
The struggles start with looking for someone to help shape the brows. Shape not shave eyebrows o yet some people will shave it and leave you looking like bush baby in Yoruba Nollywood movies, ‘egbere’, thereby destroying your ‘I woke up like this’ future. Take this from me: nothing zaps your self-confidence more than bad looks that you are well aware of. You’ll become insecure and if anybody looks or is seeming to look at you, in your mind you’re like ‘it’s the brow’, if it’s now fine boy nko? Hmm, just die there.
One minute, bushy eyebrow, the next, fiam! There’s nothing there and the shame begins. It will even enter prayer request at some point that your eyebrows should grow quickly. If you’re now unlucky and the enemy of progress mistakenly cuts you, lobatan, that’s the end, it will never grow back now be looking like accident. ‘If I could turn, turn back the ends of time…’🎶🎵
Let me confess that most of my make-up ‘tools’ are stolen from my sisters, I mean why should I buy these things with my money when I have four sisters and can take it without them noticing and even when they do, they’ll kuku just dash me. Maybe that’s why my makeup no dey alright. So after getting someone to shape it, I will arrange my ‘tools’, you know how we all see them do in those make up tutorials thinking that the spirit will fall on me, set them on the table, look into the mirror, sit straight , pray, prophesy, good vibes only and gentlemen, shall we?
Some pencil marks, occasional wipes and some ‘I’ll start again’ or outright, ‘I give up I’m kuku wonderfully made’ and sometimes just when I think I’m done, it looks unequal and lopsided and when I try to rectify it, it becomes worse.
Eyebrow on fleek once made its slimy way onto my New Year resolutions one time. I mourn for my wasted mb, the YouTube videos, Instagram posts, Google’s ‘how tos’ and yet I still can’t draw a decent eyebrow. My case is hopeless jare, the struggle is real, infect I yaf tire.
So anytime you see me with fine makeup especially fleek eyebrows, it’s probably not me who drew it or maybe I was just lucky. And anytime you see ‘artwork’ on my face, give credit to this wonderful artist ‘cause it certainly wasn’t easy.
I am so sorry for not regularly updating, I’ve been writing some books. Yup, I now have two books on okada books. Y’all should go and check them out cause in a couple of days there’ll be three and maybe even four. Here’s the link https://okadabooks.com/book/read/20834/2 you need to create an account tho and for some who can’t load this, just go to www.okadabooks.com and search Eunice Ayangunna or the titles, ‘The Vicar’s daughter’ and ‘Independence day’. Wish me luck. And ill try to regularly post updates. You all area amazing. Thank you so much.
Till next time
❤
OMO AYAN.
Sunday, September 9, 2018
"Delilah's tale"
I've stayed with you, Goliath
You preyed on me and left
Burn in hell Goliath
You took my strength
I ran to the hills to get us help
Oju mi ti rii mo pada wale
(I saw terrible things and came back home)
What people say I don't hear
I realise that I still care
Without you, I am better
Without you I am strengthened
It's just like I need your poison
Duro timi jowo ma lo
(Stay with me please don't go)
Oh oh oh
I'm still in denial
Oh oh oh
I always look back o
Oh oh oh
Mo ti d'oni wakuwa o
(I've now become a nasty person)
You always were my man crush back in the day
I loved, but I was dying from the brutal pains
Now that I've strength to throw your heart away
I feel like I don't deserve it
We all have lied
Once in a while
Alainidarinji o
(One who never forgives )
You too dey like
My black eye
Goliath mayweather
Mo ti fi e sile, Mo tilo
(I've left you, I'm gone)
Oh oh oh
Damn you Goliath
Oh oh oh
I'm not coming back
Oh oh oh
Mo n lo bi to dara o
(I'm going to a better place)
Oh oh oh
Damn you Goliath
Oh oh oh
I'm not coming back
Oh oh oh
Mo n lo bi to dara o
Oh Damn Goliath
I'll build my life from you
Please forget about me
I am better off without you.
❤
OMO AYAN.
You preyed on me and left
Burn in hell Goliath
You took my strength
I ran to the hills to get us help
Oju mi ti rii mo pada wale
(I saw terrible things and came back home)
What people say I don't hear
I realise that I still care
Without you, I am better
Without you I am strengthened
It's just like I need your poison
Duro timi jowo ma lo
(Stay with me please don't go)
Oh oh oh
I'm still in denial
Oh oh oh
I always look back o
Oh oh oh
Mo ti d'oni wakuwa o
(I've now become a nasty person)
You always were my man crush back in the day
I loved, but I was dying from the brutal pains
Now that I've strength to throw your heart away
I feel like I don't deserve it
We all have lied
Once in a while
Alainidarinji o
(One who never forgives )
You too dey like
My black eye
Goliath mayweather
Mo ti fi e sile, Mo tilo
(I've left you, I'm gone)
Oh oh oh
Damn you Goliath
Oh oh oh
I'm not coming back
Oh oh oh
Mo n lo bi to dara o
(I'm going to a better place)
Oh oh oh
Damn you Goliath
Oh oh oh
I'm not coming back
Oh oh oh
Mo n lo bi to dara o
Oh Damn Goliath
I'll build my life from you
Please forget about me
I am better off without you.
❤
OMO AYAN.
Sunday, September 2, 2018
You've just been scammed😎
Here are top three things that have scammed you, that are scamming you and that will still scam you whether you know or not, you think it's not true, check it out:
3. TIME: even though an asset, yet a scam. So fast yet you keep building on it. What happened to double promotion, choker, flip phones, blah blah blah? All in a bid to gain time, time that we don't have and it will never be enough. use it well no doubt, but make memories and build relationships too. Nothing is more painful than regrets.
2. SCHOOL: At number 2 is this popular phenomenon. This one will still scam you whether you know or not. As an African, you can't just tell your parents you no wan go school. Even if you know it's not your way, you still have to go yet this "thing" called school takes time, effort and a whole lot of other things. It's exhausting yet we put in effort because we are getting scammed and we have to.
1: presenting the master scam, the greatest scam of all, sold to us irrespective of age, race, etc, ADULTHOOD. As children we wanted more responsibilities, less childish nicknames, more of everything, now, we want less but we can't get it. We wanted to sweep and wash our clothes even when we couldn't, now we can, we no longer want to yet we have to. If we could turn back the hands of TIME, we would spend more time being children, now we know for sure. "WE'VE JUST BEEN SCAMMED"
This is a new introduction, I know but I had to, couldn't help myself 😉. I'm stressed to the bones but I still have a lot to do even though technically I'm supposed to be on holidays, but I still love y'all so this is me posting from a place of love. Till next time,
❤
OMO AYAN.
3. TIME: even though an asset, yet a scam. So fast yet you keep building on it. What happened to double promotion, choker, flip phones, blah blah blah? All in a bid to gain time, time that we don't have and it will never be enough. use it well no doubt, but make memories and build relationships too. Nothing is more painful than regrets.
2. SCHOOL: At number 2 is this popular phenomenon. This one will still scam you whether you know or not. As an African, you can't just tell your parents you no wan go school. Even if you know it's not your way, you still have to go yet this "thing" called school takes time, effort and a whole lot of other things. It's exhausting yet we put in effort because we are getting scammed and we have to.
1: presenting the master scam, the greatest scam of all, sold to us irrespective of age, race, etc, ADULTHOOD. As children we wanted more responsibilities, less childish nicknames, more of everything, now, we want less but we can't get it. We wanted to sweep and wash our clothes even when we couldn't, now we can, we no longer want to yet we have to. If we could turn back the hands of TIME, we would spend more time being children, now we know for sure. "WE'VE JUST BEEN SCAMMED"
This is a new introduction, I know but I had to, couldn't help myself 😉. I'm stressed to the bones but I still have a lot to do even though technically I'm supposed to be on holidays, but I still love y'all so this is me posting from a place of love. Till next time,
❤
OMO AYAN.
Saturday, August 25, 2018
For the love of all things friendly
THE GIRL I CALL ‘FISHROAD’
You know how when you like something, you jump over seven mountains and wade through seven seas just to get it? That’s exactly how it is with her. She can tell you where you’ll get the best in the whole city. An adult yet an innocent child to her cravings. A girl of amazing character. And no! Today is not her birthday but we should celebrate one another every day. This update is especially for her. She is simply amazing and a total foodie just like me. I cannot for the life of me remember the first time we met, I have fish memory but I know the sun must have shone so brightly yet so tenderly to have given me the warm fuzzy feeling I get every time we meet. You’re amazing, don’t stop. This girl manages her emotions so well, I’ve never seen her sad, sometimes I just try to deduce. Mama loves you, felicity. And yeah, her name is Felicia, ‘felibom’ and she loves fish rolls. She is the girl I call fishroad.
I'll be posting more updates from now on.
❤
OMO AYAN.
You know how when you like something, you jump over seven mountains and wade through seven seas just to get it? That’s exactly how it is with her. She can tell you where you’ll get the best in the whole city. An adult yet an innocent child to her cravings. A girl of amazing character. And no! Today is not her birthday but we should celebrate one another every day. This update is especially for her. She is simply amazing and a total foodie just like me. I cannot for the life of me remember the first time we met, I have fish memory but I know the sun must have shone so brightly yet so tenderly to have given me the warm fuzzy feeling I get every time we meet. You’re amazing, don’t stop. This girl manages her emotions so well, I’ve never seen her sad, sometimes I just try to deduce. Mama loves you, felicity. And yeah, her name is Felicia, ‘felibom’ and she loves fish rolls. She is the girl I call fishroad.
I'll be posting more updates from now on.
❤
OMO AYAN.
Thursday, August 23, 2018
For the love of all things short
I keep myself hidden,
I tell everyone no
And none before
I select what I remember
But I just can't forget you
That you were once mine
And that you once lived.
I miss you,
Especially on the moonlit nights.
❤
OMO AYAN.
I tell everyone no
And none before
I select what I remember
But I just can't forget you
That you were once mine
And that you once lived.
I miss you,
Especially on the moonlit nights.
❤
OMO AYAN.
Saturday, August 18, 2018
For the love of all things imaginative 😊
The real story behind Amaka's disappointment
She had dated him for almost three years. They met at the cafeteria in 100 level and then from there started "meeting" more. Before she knew it, the became friends and then lovers. He was her senior by a year and so facilitated her getting materials and keeping her safe within the campus. By the time she got to 300 level, he was called up for his youth service at calabar, Cross river state. It didn't take him long to settle down and then he invited her over. However, due to exams, she couldn't make it but promised to visit Emeka as soon as she finished.
Not knowing she meant it literally, she indeed finished her last paper by 3pm and made way from lagos to calabar. Eventually, she got to calabar by 4am. Tired, hungry, frustrated and aching, she got to his apartment only to find him with a calabar girl.
Broke, broken, hungry, angry and with nowhere to lay her head, she met with a "good samaritan" who offered her bed and breakfast for a price, her phone number. It seemed like a good deal and she took it. Before she got back to lagos, Emeka had conveniently created rumours which painted her as a "runs girl" and switched the story to say that she came to calabar with another man and he caught her red handed. On getting back to lagos, she was heart broken and with mo reputation. Her studies suffered and she dropped from a first class to a 2,1 which she struggled to finish with. The shy girl was gone, a social media influencer emerged.
Some months after graduation, the "good samaritan" called her to meet him at a hotel in lagos which she did seeing as she wanted to meet up with him one more time if only to thank him. They got talking and became friends. He even helped her get a placement for her youth service. It was on one fateful day on IG that Amaka met a @tufaceidibia who liked what he saw and sent a dm, he was like, "I like woman, I dey straightforward ". He started asking her to come visit. Not long after she also saw a dm from a certain @peruzzi_VIBES on twitter who introduced himself as a friend of tuface by saying, "I know tuface, I dey straightforward too".
By that time, she had started dating Segun, the good samaritan, this time she took things slow which explains why she wasn't all lovey dovey with him on IG, however she retweets her mister. Her posting letter came out and in between packing and her friend's upcoming birthday she was just so busy.
Peruzzi_VIBES knowing she retweets her mister still asks her to reply tufaceidibia who innocently didn't know of a mister and come to their party. It's a Friday, her friend's birthday and the day of the party. Being the party planner and friend of the celebrant, she lost track of time and had to keep telling tufaceidibia she was on her way. It took her quite some time to make her way from Ipaja to V.I but she did only to meet the end of the party. At least she tried keeping her word but it's been a stressful week. At that moment, she puts a call through to Segun to come pick her up and gist about her roller coaster week. In her mind, she tried all she could but to them she "disappointed " them.
My mind is running wild😂😂
Who knows? Maybe Amaka didn't really disappoint. Another view to the story.
Have a fun filled weekend
❤
OMO AYAN.
She had dated him for almost three years. They met at the cafeteria in 100 level and then from there started "meeting" more. Before she knew it, the became friends and then lovers. He was her senior by a year and so facilitated her getting materials and keeping her safe within the campus. By the time she got to 300 level, he was called up for his youth service at calabar, Cross river state. It didn't take him long to settle down and then he invited her over. However, due to exams, she couldn't make it but promised to visit Emeka as soon as she finished.
Not knowing she meant it literally, she indeed finished her last paper by 3pm and made way from lagos to calabar. Eventually, she got to calabar by 4am. Tired, hungry, frustrated and aching, she got to his apartment only to find him with a calabar girl.
Broke, broken, hungry, angry and with nowhere to lay her head, she met with a "good samaritan" who offered her bed and breakfast for a price, her phone number. It seemed like a good deal and she took it. Before she got back to lagos, Emeka had conveniently created rumours which painted her as a "runs girl" and switched the story to say that she came to calabar with another man and he caught her red handed. On getting back to lagos, she was heart broken and with mo reputation. Her studies suffered and she dropped from a first class to a 2,1 which she struggled to finish with. The shy girl was gone, a social media influencer emerged.
Some months after graduation, the "good samaritan" called her to meet him at a hotel in lagos which she did seeing as she wanted to meet up with him one more time if only to thank him. They got talking and became friends. He even helped her get a placement for her youth service. It was on one fateful day on IG that Amaka met a @tufaceidibia who liked what he saw and sent a dm, he was like, "I like woman, I dey straightforward ". He started asking her to come visit. Not long after she also saw a dm from a certain @peruzzi_VIBES on twitter who introduced himself as a friend of tuface by saying, "I know tuface, I dey straightforward too".
By that time, she had started dating Segun, the good samaritan, this time she took things slow which explains why she wasn't all lovey dovey with him on IG, however she retweets her mister. Her posting letter came out and in between packing and her friend's upcoming birthday she was just so busy.
Peruzzi_VIBES knowing she retweets her mister still asks her to reply tufaceidibia who innocently didn't know of a mister and come to their party. It's a Friday, her friend's birthday and the day of the party. Being the party planner and friend of the celebrant, she lost track of time and had to keep telling tufaceidibia she was on her way. It took her quite some time to make her way from Ipaja to V.I but she did only to meet the end of the party. At least she tried keeping her word but it's been a stressful week. At that moment, she puts a call through to Segun to come pick her up and gist about her roller coaster week. In her mind, she tried all she could but to them she "disappointed " them.
My mind is running wild😂😂
Who knows? Maybe Amaka didn't really disappoint. Another view to the story.
Have a fun filled weekend
❤
OMO AYAN.
Wednesday, August 15, 2018
For the love of all things sagacious
FAMILY SAGA
The chair feels hot on everyone’s butt and I’m sure no one is paying attention to whatever the pastor is saying. Aunty T, the action mama is already boiling on her seat while Uncle K is trying to calm his wife, a scene is bound to happen here today and the worst part, even the audience usually gets their fair share as it doesn’t take long for the story to flip and change and land on you. Can we ever have a family function and they won’t fight? But that’s what family is like, right? It all started at B’s wedding December of last year. IB happens to be Iya IB’s first daughter who got married to OG and it came with a drama of its own, the spin off of which we’ll see today. Before IB’s wedding, the traditional rites were performed by a member of the bride’s family which wasn’t supposed to be and so stepped on people’s toes. Iya IB is known to be a manipulative witch in the family if I do say so myself maybe that’s why nobody likes her yet only a few people show it, one of which is me in my little corner and Aunty T. Aunty T is my father’s mother’s brother’s brother’s grandfather’s granddaughter, crazy right? Crazy but true. Sometimes even I forget how we’re related, abeggi, molebi ni gbogbo wa (we are all one big family).
One thing this family is good at is keeping up appearances, if you were not part of a group even within the family, you just might have no clue as to what’s going on. According to what I’ve been privileged to hear from both sides, during the wedding, Aunty T overheard Iya IB call Uncle I’s wife who just happens to be way older than her by her first name which in my culture is a no no, especially if her husband is older than yours, which he is, it was plain disrespect. Aunty T upon hearing this expected Mama O, another family member who is also older and is supposed to talk sense into Iya IB, to scold her on the spot for just attitude. Mama O behaved like she didn’t hear which was not possible because of their proximity. Aunty T upon hearing this decided to come to Uncle I’s wife aid by scolding Iya IB only for Mama O to scold her instead for disrespecting an elder especially at her daughter’s wedding. At this, Aunty T flared up and turned to attack Mama O for being hypocritical by turning a blind eye to such disrespect only for her to magnify hers which would never have come if the first didn’t happen.
Mama O reports Aunty T to Baba Agba who in line with the tradition of first chasing away the eagle blamed Aunty T and asked her to apologise which she blatantly refused to do maintaining her position. We thought that died down until we heard Iya IB deny ever calling Uncle I’s wife by name, the bone of contention. At this Mama O flares up and unconsciously admits to hearing her utter such word which Aunty T holds on to in her bid to get justice. Uncle K’s wife on the other hand paid for aso ebi for IB’s wedding which she got late and of inferior quality, upon complaints Iya IB called her a ‘stingy, idle mind’ that knows nothing of how hard it is to plan a wedding which infuriated her and had to get her husband to pacify her. In all these, the men are just cool and trying to cool down their wives.
Today is Baba Agba’s birthday thanksgiving and while that has died down or at least we thought, Mama O stands up to get some food which normally shouldn’t be especially since IB was present, but just for peace to reign, she does and IB still has to audacity ti ask her to bring two plates and drinks also for her and her husband. This was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Aunty T just flipped and while they were trying to settle that one, her mother tried pacifying them both which caused Uncle K’s wife who has kept her grievance hidden to also flip and then they had to separate seats with each husband pacifying his wife. As a young person there, I wished to be invisible because next thing you know they’ll pounce on the next person who says a word. After thanksgiving now, everybody will scatter and await the next drama. This one lasted 8 months, next one and we might not be so lucky. Families 😯
Sorry for the late updates, it's been a long week and it's just Wednesday, that's saying something 😊
So I started my book today and decided to update as well. It's a journey and I'm excited.
Till next time,
Your very own
OMO AYAN
❤
The chair feels hot on everyone’s butt and I’m sure no one is paying attention to whatever the pastor is saying. Aunty T, the action mama is already boiling on her seat while Uncle K is trying to calm his wife, a scene is bound to happen here today and the worst part, even the audience usually gets their fair share as it doesn’t take long for the story to flip and change and land on you. Can we ever have a family function and they won’t fight? But that’s what family is like, right? It all started at B’s wedding December of last year. IB happens to be Iya IB’s first daughter who got married to OG and it came with a drama of its own, the spin off of which we’ll see today. Before IB’s wedding, the traditional rites were performed by a member of the bride’s family which wasn’t supposed to be and so stepped on people’s toes. Iya IB is known to be a manipulative witch in the family if I do say so myself maybe that’s why nobody likes her yet only a few people show it, one of which is me in my little corner and Aunty T. Aunty T is my father’s mother’s brother’s brother’s grandfather’s granddaughter, crazy right? Crazy but true. Sometimes even I forget how we’re related, abeggi, molebi ni gbogbo wa (we are all one big family).
One thing this family is good at is keeping up appearances, if you were not part of a group even within the family, you just might have no clue as to what’s going on. According to what I’ve been privileged to hear from both sides, during the wedding, Aunty T overheard Iya IB call Uncle I’s wife who just happens to be way older than her by her first name which in my culture is a no no, especially if her husband is older than yours, which he is, it was plain disrespect. Aunty T upon hearing this expected Mama O, another family member who is also older and is supposed to talk sense into Iya IB, to scold her on the spot for just attitude. Mama O behaved like she didn’t hear which was not possible because of their proximity. Aunty T upon hearing this decided to come to Uncle I’s wife aid by scolding Iya IB only for Mama O to scold her instead for disrespecting an elder especially at her daughter’s wedding. At this, Aunty T flared up and turned to attack Mama O for being hypocritical by turning a blind eye to such disrespect only for her to magnify hers which would never have come if the first didn’t happen.
Mama O reports Aunty T to Baba Agba who in line with the tradition of first chasing away the eagle blamed Aunty T and asked her to apologise which she blatantly refused to do maintaining her position. We thought that died down until we heard Iya IB deny ever calling Uncle I’s wife by name, the bone of contention. At this Mama O flares up and unconsciously admits to hearing her utter such word which Aunty T holds on to in her bid to get justice. Uncle K’s wife on the other hand paid for aso ebi for IB’s wedding which she got late and of inferior quality, upon complaints Iya IB called her a ‘stingy, idle mind’ that knows nothing of how hard it is to plan a wedding which infuriated her and had to get her husband to pacify her. In all these, the men are just cool and trying to cool down their wives.
Today is Baba Agba’s birthday thanksgiving and while that has died down or at least we thought, Mama O stands up to get some food which normally shouldn’t be especially since IB was present, but just for peace to reign, she does and IB still has to audacity ti ask her to bring two plates and drinks also for her and her husband. This was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Aunty T just flipped and while they were trying to settle that one, her mother tried pacifying them both which caused Uncle K’s wife who has kept her grievance hidden to also flip and then they had to separate seats with each husband pacifying his wife. As a young person there, I wished to be invisible because next thing you know they’ll pounce on the next person who says a word. After thanksgiving now, everybody will scatter and await the next drama. This one lasted 8 months, next one and we might not be so lucky. Families 😯
Sorry for the late updates, it's been a long week and it's just Wednesday, that's saying something 😊
So I started my book today and decided to update as well. It's a journey and I'm excited.
Till next time,
Your very own
OMO AYAN
❤
Tuesday, August 7, 2018
For the love of all things reflective
SUNSET
Dear heart,
The call was the worst I’d received, the end to it all. I could only make out your name and I just knew, I just did. I’m not one to keep fit but I’d never run so fast in my life and speed had never felt so useless. I could not get to you in time. I failed you. I’m calling you, why won’t you respond? What would happen to our morning runs? Or the silly fights we get into. The early morning toast and smoothie and Christmas cardigans. Your moans of pleasure and tears of pain. Maybe I didn’t know just how valuable they all were, or maybe I did and I just thought we’ll be together forever. The smile that would always reach your eyes and the creases by the side of your eyes that notify me of your mischief. Your warmth that is no more. It’s weird that all feelings are racing through my mind yet I feel nothing, nothing at all. All I see is your blood on my hands and your body on the floor, I have to get out of here!! I have to!
Yours in hurt,
Your love.
This is a thank you to that friend who pushed me to put this up today. Thanks for being so supportive.
❤
OMO AYAN.
Dear heart,
The call was the worst I’d received, the end to it all. I could only make out your name and I just knew, I just did. I’m not one to keep fit but I’d never run so fast in my life and speed had never felt so useless. I could not get to you in time. I failed you. I’m calling you, why won’t you respond? What would happen to our morning runs? Or the silly fights we get into. The early morning toast and smoothie and Christmas cardigans. Your moans of pleasure and tears of pain. Maybe I didn’t know just how valuable they all were, or maybe I did and I just thought we’ll be together forever. The smile that would always reach your eyes and the creases by the side of your eyes that notify me of your mischief. Your warmth that is no more. It’s weird that all feelings are racing through my mind yet I feel nothing, nothing at all. All I see is your blood on my hands and your body on the floor, I have to get out of here!! I have to!
Yours in hurt,
Your love.
This is a thank you to that friend who pushed me to put this up today. Thanks for being so supportive.
❤
OMO AYAN.
Monday, August 6, 2018
For the love of all things emotional
STONE AND COLD
I look forward to Thursday evenings, that’s our night, that's the time you call me from Canada. We’ll talk for hours and not want it to end. I miss our laughs. I remember when we met, at that get together. You just broke through my walls without trying, well I wasn’t trying too. I mean, you’re amazing and I mean that from the bottom of my heart. I cannot wait for you to get back so we’ll see. People were jealous of our relationship I mean, who wouldn’t? Everyone thought we’d move forward and we did, not just in the way they thought. You asked and I obliged. I gave it my all, selflessly and I don’t regret it, I never will.
I look forward to our Friday night talks. I would reveal my soul to you and you would do likewise but I’m keeping something from you. A secret that will make or mar our relationship. I’d rather not. I love what we have. I guess some things are meant to die in you and this is just it. You know more about me than anyone else and give me true advice more than anybody has. I love you and I can’t wait for you to be back.
Saturdays are the best when we talk about anything and everything. Movies, fashion, etc. I miss us. I can’t wait for you to be back so we can turn up at the wedding. I’ve learnt shaku shaku with the sauce.
We met first, sisters forever. Then I met you, the ideal boyfriend. I kept our relationships side by side. We became close and people thought we would date, even I secretly thought so. You started dropping hints and I subtly picked them up. Then, you met her, my friend turned sister and the hints changed. You asked for her and I selflessly gave because at that point, I just knew, that was the end. ‘I was your amber but now she’s your shade of gold’. I watched you blossom and helped settle your fights. All these I did and I don’t regret it. You knew about our feelings but you knew about hers too. I’ve said goodbye to my feelings and they’ve started dying cause I know, even if you still want me which you don’t, ‘we’ can never happen at leastnot anymore.
I love you both and I’ll stand by you to chase away the hyenas and fight off the bears, know that you’ve got me. I’ll turn up at your wedding as the only train for both of you, which is such an honour. In this race of life, I just may have lost myself and they wonder why I’m hard as stone and cold as ice.
Some feels for the night
❤
OMO AYAN.
I look forward to Thursday evenings, that’s our night, that's the time you call me from Canada. We’ll talk for hours and not want it to end. I miss our laughs. I remember when we met, at that get together. You just broke through my walls without trying, well I wasn’t trying too. I mean, you’re amazing and I mean that from the bottom of my heart. I cannot wait for you to get back so we’ll see. People were jealous of our relationship I mean, who wouldn’t? Everyone thought we’d move forward and we did, not just in the way they thought. You asked and I obliged. I gave it my all, selflessly and I don’t regret it, I never will.
I look forward to our Friday night talks. I would reveal my soul to you and you would do likewise but I’m keeping something from you. A secret that will make or mar our relationship. I’d rather not. I love what we have. I guess some things are meant to die in you and this is just it. You know more about me than anyone else and give me true advice more than anybody has. I love you and I can’t wait for you to be back.
Saturdays are the best when we talk about anything and everything. Movies, fashion, etc. I miss us. I can’t wait for you to be back so we can turn up at the wedding. I’ve learnt shaku shaku with the sauce.
We met first, sisters forever. Then I met you, the ideal boyfriend. I kept our relationships side by side. We became close and people thought we would date, even I secretly thought so. You started dropping hints and I subtly picked them up. Then, you met her, my friend turned sister and the hints changed. You asked for her and I selflessly gave because at that point, I just knew, that was the end. ‘I was your amber but now she’s your shade of gold’. I watched you blossom and helped settle your fights. All these I did and I don’t regret it. You knew about our feelings but you knew about hers too. I’ve said goodbye to my feelings and they’ve started dying cause I know, even if you still want me which you don’t, ‘we’ can never happen at leastnot anymore.
I love you both and I’ll stand by you to chase away the hyenas and fight off the bears, know that you’ve got me. I’ll turn up at your wedding as the only train for both of you, which is such an honour. In this race of life, I just may have lost myself and they wonder why I’m hard as stone and cold as ice.
Some feels for the night
❤
OMO AYAN.
Wednesday, August 1, 2018
For the love of all things trad
Aduke mi, the only one for me,
The beads around your waist pull me close
Adorning your luscious derriere.
Your skin is as dark as cocoa butter
And sweet like milky chocolate
Your bosom is a home for my weary head
And your steps an inspiration for my weary feet
I’ll never tire of holding you,
Your walk puts the cat to shame.
Aje, wealth of a thousand generations
Amo kinikan lo ba ajao je,
If only I’m your only lover
The only one you give your heart to,
Mo gba kadara,
All things come to an end,
Beauty fades and fortune ends,
Love me now or lose me then,
Because like every other
I like the sweet stew too
Just 'cause I feel like 😊
I see more updates in the week😆
❤
OMO AYAN.
The beads around your waist pull me close
Adorning your luscious derriere.
Your skin is as dark as cocoa butter
And sweet like milky chocolate
Your bosom is a home for my weary head
And your steps an inspiration for my weary feet
I’ll never tire of holding you,
Your walk puts the cat to shame.
Aje, wealth of a thousand generations
Amo kinikan lo ba ajao je,
If only I’m your only lover
The only one you give your heart to,
Mo gba kadara,
All things come to an end,
Beauty fades and fortune ends,
Love me now or lose me then,
Because like every other
I like the sweet stew too
Just 'cause I feel like 😊
I see more updates in the week😆
❤
OMO AYAN.
Monday, July 30, 2018
For the love of all things relaxing
THE LEGEND OF IYA MUDA
It is often said that the best delicacies maybe even anythings are found in the most unlikely places. Such was the case of Iya Muda as she was fondly called. Her ‘dundu’ (fries) were nothing short of heavenly. Imagine if you could get a taste of paradise in potato fries, hmm there you got it. Hot big potato fries with freshly fried akara, crisp golden brown dodo, a well fried meat bursting with flavours and an unexplainably curled ponmo that has enjoyed the baptism of ata dindin, Lord! That orgasmic taste. After the roundabout, along a dirt road that seems like the road to a herbalist in a Nollywood movie, just by the left by that road side was Iya Muda, the light in the dark and maker of goodness aka the fries. The fries that can throw a home into disarray and perhaps even fix some, dundu that can beckon on the god of thunder ‘ Sango’ and cause a dusk to dawn curfew. This might seem like such an exaggeration but this dundu wrecked a family.
It is one of the most popular stories of Orita Meta. Kasim, a boy of about nine who just happened to come from a polygamous home stole some amount of money with which he bought this spectacular bowl of goodness from Iya Muda. His father from returning from his welding business discovered his loss and summoned all his household to find this ‘armed robber’ buried deep within his household. After endless questions which yielded no result, Iyawo kekere brought this ‘wonderful’ idea to turn the holy book. Indeed they did and it fell on Sanjo another child in the household which resulted in a ruckus. Iya Sanjo decided to clear her son’s name and as such hers and told the household that she would consult Sango, the god of thunder.
The night was eerily quiet and his woman called her children to ‘press their stomachs’ and get the truth before it becomes inevitable. It is said that a head that will get punished will find that punishment even to the ends of the earth. Indeed, it was rainy season and all circumstances arranged itself such that within the twinkling of an eye, all was set. On that faithful day, the rain that fell couldn’t even qualify as rain, it couldn’t even qualify as a drizzle but the thunder boomed so loud that children ran to hold on to their mothers and the old ones knew judgment was here. Kasim died but nothing was placed on his body and so his mother ‘knew’ that her son didn’t steal anything and it was only a decoy to kill her only son and deprive her of her husband’s inheritance and that became the start of the war. The abandoned storey building bears witness.
It was also rumored that the Baale would always buy the dundu especially when he offended his wife and that marked the beginning of the resolution of their fights. Good old days.
Iya Muda also had an intricate knowledge of the Nigerian change system as complex as it is. You can never shortchange Iya Muda with her change. She will get her money to the last kobo. It was also rumoured that she was the fourth daughter of the famous ‘Alajo Somolu’ and that she once cheated a ghost of her change so much that the ghost took one of her eyes, this may have been because of the late night frying or the devil’s lantern that can’t see brighter than a ripe pawpaw when placed side by side, well, we’re not sure of the details.
What I’m sure of is this particular incidence. I was sitting in my mum’s shop by the side of the road just behind Iya Muda’s stall when a fine car parked and made some orders. You know those orders that might seem confusing for an average trader but not Iya Muda. She handled it like a pro. The only problem was when the man counted wards of crisp one thousand naira notes as payment and demanded change. Some people are rich but cannot be cheated out of their money while some are just plain canny, well, I guess Iya Muda met her match with this one. They went back and forth with ‘ehm, oya bring 100 naira lemme give you 400’ and ‘you can bring that 50 naira let me give you 600 like that, do you understand?’ at a point even I was confused and gave up, but not this rich customer. After a while they ‘settled’ it or so I thought until minutes after the exchange, Iya Muda started raining curses on the ‘unfortunate, good for nothing man that’ll never see good in his life’ who just turned out to be the same ‘blessed customer’ of some minutes back. Apparently, he got the upper hand in that transaction in Iya Muda’s bid to outsmart him or maybe it was just God teaching her a lesson. I couldn’t laugh out loud but I was happy and told as many people as I could. Maybe she learnt her lesson, maybe she didn’t, I’ll never know ‘cause we packed away from there and I still miss those fries till now, never have I found a match nit to talk of a better fry maker than Iya Muda. That woman is a legend.
Welcome to #MujateroMonday😂
Sorry it's coming late, better late than never right?
❤
OMO AYAN.
It is often said that the best delicacies maybe even anythings are found in the most unlikely places. Such was the case of Iya Muda as she was fondly called. Her ‘dundu’ (fries) were nothing short of heavenly. Imagine if you could get a taste of paradise in potato fries, hmm there you got it. Hot big potato fries with freshly fried akara, crisp golden brown dodo, a well fried meat bursting with flavours and an unexplainably curled ponmo that has enjoyed the baptism of ata dindin, Lord! That orgasmic taste. After the roundabout, along a dirt road that seems like the road to a herbalist in a Nollywood movie, just by the left by that road side was Iya Muda, the light in the dark and maker of goodness aka the fries. The fries that can throw a home into disarray and perhaps even fix some, dundu that can beckon on the god of thunder ‘ Sango’ and cause a dusk to dawn curfew. This might seem like such an exaggeration but this dundu wrecked a family.
It is one of the most popular stories of Orita Meta. Kasim, a boy of about nine who just happened to come from a polygamous home stole some amount of money with which he bought this spectacular bowl of goodness from Iya Muda. His father from returning from his welding business discovered his loss and summoned all his household to find this ‘armed robber’ buried deep within his household. After endless questions which yielded no result, Iyawo kekere brought this ‘wonderful’ idea to turn the holy book. Indeed they did and it fell on Sanjo another child in the household which resulted in a ruckus. Iya Sanjo decided to clear her son’s name and as such hers and told the household that she would consult Sango, the god of thunder.
The night was eerily quiet and his woman called her children to ‘press their stomachs’ and get the truth before it becomes inevitable. It is said that a head that will get punished will find that punishment even to the ends of the earth. Indeed, it was rainy season and all circumstances arranged itself such that within the twinkling of an eye, all was set. On that faithful day, the rain that fell couldn’t even qualify as rain, it couldn’t even qualify as a drizzle but the thunder boomed so loud that children ran to hold on to their mothers and the old ones knew judgment was here. Kasim died but nothing was placed on his body and so his mother ‘knew’ that her son didn’t steal anything and it was only a decoy to kill her only son and deprive her of her husband’s inheritance and that became the start of the war. The abandoned storey building bears witness.
It was also rumored that the Baale would always buy the dundu especially when he offended his wife and that marked the beginning of the resolution of their fights. Good old days.
Iya Muda also had an intricate knowledge of the Nigerian change system as complex as it is. You can never shortchange Iya Muda with her change. She will get her money to the last kobo. It was also rumoured that she was the fourth daughter of the famous ‘Alajo Somolu’ and that she once cheated a ghost of her change so much that the ghost took one of her eyes, this may have been because of the late night frying or the devil’s lantern that can’t see brighter than a ripe pawpaw when placed side by side, well, we’re not sure of the details.
What I’m sure of is this particular incidence. I was sitting in my mum’s shop by the side of the road just behind Iya Muda’s stall when a fine car parked and made some orders. You know those orders that might seem confusing for an average trader but not Iya Muda. She handled it like a pro. The only problem was when the man counted wards of crisp one thousand naira notes as payment and demanded change. Some people are rich but cannot be cheated out of their money while some are just plain canny, well, I guess Iya Muda met her match with this one. They went back and forth with ‘ehm, oya bring 100 naira lemme give you 400’ and ‘you can bring that 50 naira let me give you 600 like that, do you understand?’ at a point even I was confused and gave up, but not this rich customer. After a while they ‘settled’ it or so I thought until minutes after the exchange, Iya Muda started raining curses on the ‘unfortunate, good for nothing man that’ll never see good in his life’ who just turned out to be the same ‘blessed customer’ of some minutes back. Apparently, he got the upper hand in that transaction in Iya Muda’s bid to outsmart him or maybe it was just God teaching her a lesson. I couldn’t laugh out loud but I was happy and told as many people as I could. Maybe she learnt her lesson, maybe she didn’t, I’ll never know ‘cause we packed away from there and I still miss those fries till now, never have I found a match nit to talk of a better fry maker than Iya Muda. That woman is a legend.
Welcome to #MujateroMonday😂
Sorry it's coming late, better late than never right?
❤
OMO AYAN.
Saturday, July 28, 2018
For the love of all things spoken
In every word I see,
There is only one thing to believe,
"I'm gold", they say,
Born out of pain by day
And misery by night
Emerging to shine as light,
I rise from the ashes like a phoenix,
Like oil and water, I and failure don't mix,
I'm the wind I hear,
But I'm also the gem so dear,
I don't know all I've got,
I am these and a lot more,
I leave people struck in awe,
I don't fully know who I am, but I know who I'm not.
Welcome to #SundaySpecial, this is the beginning of another week, no negative vibes this week. Own it like a boss that you are and remember to rest and stay hydrated.
Till next time
❤
OMO AYAN.
There is only one thing to believe,
"I'm gold", they say,
Born out of pain by day
And misery by night
Emerging to shine as light,
I rise from the ashes like a phoenix,
Like oil and water, I and failure don't mix,
I'm the wind I hear,
But I'm also the gem so dear,
I don't know all I've got,
I am these and a lot more,
I leave people struck in awe,
I don't fully know who I am, but I know who I'm not.
Welcome to #SundaySpecial, this is the beginning of another week, no negative vibes this week. Own it like a boss that you are and remember to rest and stay hydrated.
Till next time
❤
OMO AYAN.
Sunday, July 22, 2018
For the love of all things motivational
This is just to let you know you've got this. It always seem like you have no clue what next to do or where next to go, take a deep breath and keep going. Even when no one believes in you, remember, someone somewhere is waiting on you to succeed. Someone somewhere will never meet you if you don't. Just stay calm and keep going. You've got this.
#mondaymotivation
See you at the end of the week.
❤
OMO AYAN.
#mondaymotivation
See you at the end of the week.
❤
OMO AYAN.
Saturday, July 21, 2018
For the love of all things holy
Here's your Sunday dose. Welcome to sabbath Sunday. Imagine, after finally agreeing to wear this cloth, I get to church only to see Iya Segun, the self empowered fashion police checking out what people are wearing and then "calling them aside for counselling ". Hmm, I tire o but let me rant in peace, I've noticed she's not the only one so I've compiled a list of 10 sets of people you'll definitely find in every church.
1. Angry birds
These ones are just angry at everybody and everything for no reason. Blame it on the hormones, cause it's mostly women or teenagers so I'm letting them off free and quick confession: I've been part of that crew but then again, who hasn't?
2. Team Teletubbies:
It's only fair to talk about the forever happy ones. I mean, even with the state of the nation? They usually have an amazing colour combo that makes you wonder if they got dressed by Jimmy Neutron's stylist. But they also have a great sense of humor you can't fault. They are joyful and always lighten up the room.
3. Team Shaku Shaku
Awon dancer, dancing at everything including worship. Kilode? These ones can't just wait to shaku shaku.
4. Team Nigeria
These ones came to slay. They just can't help themselves and do they really slay or what? 👌
5. NatGeoWild
Hmm. They'll wear heels and then be walking anyhow. Aunty shukura, wear normal cloth mba, o su mi o.
6. Gifty
These ones can cry for Africa. Any small song and you'll hear "oh, Lord!" And then start crying and rolling on the floor , in my own opinion they cannot go broke if they were professional mourners but then again, what do I know?
7. Ayamatanga
Awon eyan chaka Zulu. These ones legit look like witches and they will still be creepily looking at you. Even when your eyes meet, they won't look away. They are the ones that make us close our eyes and pray in church.
8. Nurse koin koin
In their minds, they probably think they are like Kim k but they look like bob risky. Na so so heels dem dey wear. You no get slippers? !!
9. Mr secretary
Akowe agba. Always taking notes, notes that I'm sure they'll not eventually read. Any small thing, they have brought out pen. Mtcheww. Secretary to the president on media matters.
10. Ah don care, ah don Care
These ones don't care. They can change from Suzie to Shukura Alagbo in a jiffy. They are real and we love them.
You've enjoyed the list now and I'm sure you've noticed them too. Bhet how? Hmm how you sef take notice am? Aunty better go to church and listen to your God. Face God and don't form hard guy. If you want to cry, do, dance nko? No wahala. Worship God in spirit and truth and stop doing ofofo. Enjoy your Sunday.💋
Photo credit: Google Images
❤
OMO AYAN.
1. Angry birds
These ones are just angry at everybody and everything for no reason. Blame it on the hormones, cause it's mostly women or teenagers so I'm letting them off free and quick confession: I've been part of that crew but then again, who hasn't?
2. Team Teletubbies:
It's only fair to talk about the forever happy ones. I mean, even with the state of the nation? They usually have an amazing colour combo that makes you wonder if they got dressed by Jimmy Neutron's stylist. But they also have a great sense of humor you can't fault. They are joyful and always lighten up the room.
3. Team Shaku Shaku
Awon dancer, dancing at everything including worship. Kilode? These ones can't just wait to shaku shaku.
4. Team Nigeria
These ones came to slay. They just can't help themselves and do they really slay or what? 👌
5. NatGeoWild
Hmm. They'll wear heels and then be walking anyhow. Aunty shukura, wear normal cloth mba, o su mi o.
6. Gifty
These ones can cry for Africa. Any small song and you'll hear "oh, Lord!" And then start crying and rolling on the floor , in my own opinion they cannot go broke if they were professional mourners but then again, what do I know?
7. Ayamatanga
Awon eyan chaka Zulu. These ones legit look like witches and they will still be creepily looking at you. Even when your eyes meet, they won't look away. They are the ones that make us close our eyes and pray in church.
8. Nurse koin koin
In their minds, they probably think they are like Kim k but they look like bob risky. Na so so heels dem dey wear. You no get slippers? !!
9. Mr secretary
Akowe agba. Always taking notes, notes that I'm sure they'll not eventually read. Any small thing, they have brought out pen. Mtcheww. Secretary to the president on media matters.
10. Ah don care, ah don Care
These ones don't care. They can change from Suzie to Shukura Alagbo in a jiffy. They are real and we love them.
You've enjoyed the list now and I'm sure you've noticed them too. Bhet how? Hmm how you sef take notice am? Aunty better go to church and listen to your God. Face God and don't form hard guy. If you want to cry, do, dance nko? No wahala. Worship God in spirit and truth and stop doing ofofo. Enjoy your Sunday.💋
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OMO AYAN.
FIRST OF ALL: INTRODUCTION
I'm a student and an oddly fascinating person. I enjoy writing and even though I constantly critique my own writing, I feel like it's time for the world to read them too. Welcome to my thought and imagination. You'll get to know more of me subsequently. This is your very own omo ayan signing out, welcome once again.
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OMO AYAN.
For the love of all things fun: Life of an owanbe major
My name is Yinka and I'm an Owanbe addict. I'm from a family of acada people and as such owanbe is not a hereditary thing for me, it's more like an acquired attribute. I can't say for sure where I got it from or at what point owanbe and I became inseparable but this I can tell you, I'm loving it.😋
I attend parties a lot. Gele tieing-A1, Makeup nko-excellent, shaku shaku, lit👌. People who know me with my parents are usually shocked to see me on the dance floor. I remember the first time my parents saw me dance, they were so surprised but had to act natural so it won't seem they don't know their daughter. This is me, I'm a surprise package, what can I say? And the key to opening me is good music and maybe a couple of friends cause I tell you "I cannot be crazy alone" and a lit gang is all you need to surf the waves of life.
Sha sha, I'm an introvert so all of that happens in my head. Not the dancing part tho. I can dance if I do say so myself but I try to do it in parties where my parents are not in attendance. I don't know why. Oh and that part about my parents' reaction, is true.
*tomorrow is the official opening day and this is just a special for y'all. You'll meet me, the omo ayan tomorrow. Can't wait😚
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OMO AYAN
I attend parties a lot. Gele tieing-A1, Makeup nko-excellent, shaku shaku, lit👌. People who know me with my parents are usually shocked to see me on the dance floor. I remember the first time my parents saw me dance, they were so surprised but had to act natural so it won't seem they don't know their daughter. This is me, I'm a surprise package, what can I say? And the key to opening me is good music and maybe a couple of friends cause I tell you "I cannot be crazy alone" and a lit gang is all you need to surf the waves of life.
Sha sha, I'm an introvert so all of that happens in my head. Not the dancing part tho. I can dance if I do say so myself but I try to do it in parties where my parents are not in attendance. I don't know why. Oh and that part about my parents' reaction, is true.
*tomorrow is the official opening day and this is just a special for y'all. You'll meet me, the omo ayan tomorrow. Can't wait😚
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OMO AYAN
Friday, July 20, 2018
FORCE
Hello there, this blog is all about you and will come online officially on Sunday, 22nd July, 2018. Here's a little teaser for you:
FORCE
There's a powerful force,
It's you.
There's a weaker force,
It's me.
Only I can stop you
I'm glad it's me
But I'm scared
I'm scared of holding such power over you
What if?
What if I'm stopping you for the wrong reasons
What if it's not intentional
It's even worse if it is
It's love
Even though I'm scared
We'll navigate together
'Cause me and you baby
Make the most formidable force
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OMO AYAN
FORCE
There's a powerful force,
It's you.
There's a weaker force,
It's me.
Only I can stop you
I'm glad it's me
But I'm scared
I'm scared of holding such power over you
What if?
What if I'm stopping you for the wrong reasons
What if it's not intentional
It's even worse if it is
It's love
Even though I'm scared
We'll navigate together
'Cause me and you baby
Make the most formidable force
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OMO AYAN
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