I haven't had the time to put up something lately... simply because I've been.... ermmm... forget the reason.
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Lately, I visited Ajegunle. Let me share my experience.
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"Ogbeni... sun seyin"... It was my first time in Ajegunle ( call it the ghetto city) and I was at the main bus-stop waiting for a friend of mine. There was this tall, dark and muscular dude with bulging red eyes. I heard some colleagues calling him "alaye". "Alaye!!'' Uhmmm... I shifted backwards as I swallowed my words. He said something that I couldn't comprehend and I nodded my head like I understood perfectly well (deep down my bone marrow, I was scared to the core). As I moved forward (pretending I was trying to board a bus), I met a handsome looking guy with a very broad shoulders. He looked very agile and charming as well.
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He introduced himself as Dele ( hehehe... that ghen ghen feeling). He spoke in fluent English and I assumed he wasn't residing in Ajegunle. He later told me he was working at Apapa and residing in Lekki. He gave me his business card in case I needed to give him a call. I took it from him reluctantly. After some few minutes, the rain started heavily and the whole area was scattered (like a great stampede). Everyone started running 'helter skelter' as though rapture was about to take place. The place was muddy and full of debris because of the poor drainage. I was lucky to bump into my friends' arms and we sought refuge in a nearby small house. We begged an elderly woman in the house to let us stay for few minutes.
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"Se o ya weyrey sha", one man said to a young boy. Argh! I was tensed and couldn't help but pray the rain stopped falling in no time at all. "Gbogbo fine gehz", another young man of average height said to us. I waved my right hand in response to him. It was a little bit dark and there was this tall man some children were calling "Egbon". He was dressed like he just came back from an official duty. The children were eating and he was taking some pieces of meat from their plates. The children grumbled as they couldn't do anything else and nobody was ready to intervene. I summoned courage and said in a joking manner... "Egbon now, leave the meat for the kids"( hehe..for my mind.. children right activist). For some seconds, the young man didn't say anything. I thought it would end there but he walked up to me and shouted agressively "sister, je kori e pe oo".... "you no dey mind your business"..... "kasala go burst ooo". I was standing still and I paid him no attention.
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Next thing I heard "UP NEEEPPPPAAAAA!!!!!!....." . Everywhere was in chaos and I decided to move to the right corner of the house. Lo and behold, the "Egbon" guy was the young man (Dele) that gave me his business card (where e for see business card??). That's how some guys/men form posh and 'big men' for 'we girls' right??... Issokay!!! He was also confused. I'm sure he wished the ground could open and bury him that moment. I left the house with my friend angrily. I explained to her while I left angrily. Mehn!! I felt like slapping him.
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I enjoyed my visit and I learnt some slangs..... but that Dele or Egbon guy or whatever... shai!! shai!! shai!! Diariz God ooo. For those of you that love telling such grievous lies, nemesis will catch up with you soon.
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Don't mind my write-up, I'm not a literature prowess.... just one writer like that sha...lol...
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Thanks!
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