Nothing is in order right now, so please accept this and accept me in the most unorganized manner.
Thanks Xx.
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Laziness can be overwhelmingly comforting and yet, disturbing. You are sitting watching another baseless YouTube video, concentration levels borderline 200%. You are trying not to move too much (because you just had breakfast) but somewhere at the back of your stomach you feel that sting, that burn like someone poured boiling hot soup on your back. The pain is slowly building and the sting gets worse, so you think to yourself before my stomach overheats and burns. Let me put down the soup (the pain) from the firewood (my body) and just do the right thing. And to everyone else in the lazy era, like Nike, just do it (the right thing)
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I like Ibadan,
I like the peace that comes with Ibadan although sometimes you crave chaos, but at the end of it all you ask yourself, “why?”
Why were you so cranky and annoyed that you sprinkled water on your sister’s face like you were trying to put out a burning fire?
So in reaction you go quiet, you sit and rest and it was good for you, just like the good soup and tuwo masara you made, it was good (but how long can it be good for?)
I like Ibadan because it's the only place I can see Mark Zuckerberg eating Iyan and Efo riro, the only place I'll see Pastor AK-47 in his camo on a billboard advertising their coming deliverance service (don't ask).
Even though the past few weeks have been empty, repetitive, and feels like licking on a spot.
Mufti knows what that feels like.
I like Ibadan because it's the only place where
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“Brothers and sisters, Mummy ati Daddy e je ka gbadura, baba mimo awa si iwaju re loni…”
First question, why?
Second question, can she feel my uneasy breathing or she's just not aware of the fact that her shoulders are digging into my sides?
It's fine, focus on the sermon, you could learn something.
“ Opin nbo, my brother, my sister, yara ko ronu piwada, opin aye nbo, iku o se safun…”
Third question, is it fair or does it seem normal to pick this exact moment to talk about the inevitability of death, we are all in a public vehicle moving to our different respective destinations and this just seems like a good time? Or is it me? No sorry let me rephrase that, is it just a problem to me? I don't think anyone boarded the vehicle to listen to a sermon about death and the end.
Today was supposed to be happy, I mean it is happy, it's just I don't want to hear about the inevitability of death while in a moving bus, it's like planting a seed for disruptive and disturbing thoughts or that could be a me problem, no one seems to be interested.
Focus!
“Opin aye…”
To my side, Alhaja opens up her very stylish bag, pulls out her rosary and gets to it, lips moving in a set rhythm, okay, aura.
I look up to see the youngest passenger with this annoyed, indifferent look on her face (pause), is it me? Am I the source of the very obvious annoyance, can't be me, could be me, I'm staring too much.
Look away!
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Enjoyment isn't the word to describe it so I'll go with toxic addiction, the scare, the jump, the uncertainty and the ending paranoia is a cycle we've gone through for about twenty episodes or even more but still we push for more, more heartbreaks, more tragic endings, tears and most importantly more instances to pause, sigh and say “the world really is a fucked up place”.
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Feeling sad and uninspired,
Try the goated combo of Moin moin, ila alasepo and pap, you'll feel better, trust me.
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Here are a few Pinterest memes that had me laughing like a hyena;
*If this is real, she needs help*
Enjoy.
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