Its quite sad innit?
Glad I found you; one day, I will tell you my story.
Bless.
these are works of fiction, or not. they are stories of my life, or not. they are either fabrications, or not. and yet, these are snippets from a life story. whether you consider them factual or fictitious, it will be your opinion, expressed at will in freedom.
As per the outpatient records kept at the health facility, she had her name listed as Fuleira Ousmanie; sophomore year student from a non-disclosed institution of higher learning, Islamic by virtue of religion. I, her companion of indeterminate religious affiliation, diamond stud in both ears with a look of confused worry all over my face; I was her immediate relation and next of kin. I countersigned against her name without perusing the document… reading the fine prints on the yellow sheet of paper was of flawed importance to me at that critical moment; I was Kofi Abotua, thrusting the pad before the nurse, and our interest, Fuleira's and mine, was in the liberating success of the procedure that was bound to ensure she got her life back on track so she could further her education and aspirations of a life to be lived in scholarly jurisprudence and journalistic ease. All she ever dreamed of apart from her undying love and affection for me was the legal and the pen working hand in hand to positively influence society. The post surgery preliminaries were done with; she was ready for ER. Little did I know what was to follow- I lost Fuleira as a prognosis to Alhaji Bhanda, the local neighbourhood oil tycoon.
Firstly, let me remind you that we are not living in the past.Gone were the days that some unknown riff-raff and rednecks will stand up and heap inconsequential 'praises' to the so called ''chew and pour'' verbosity that you recited back on the hill..Let me however, make it clear to you that, I saw it, heard you and deduced your diction knowing where you were coming from at that time.That's more than a decade ago..aight ? We are in a new decade.Oh ! And where is that league that you are championing? Are you glorifying yourself here or its a case of blowing your own trumpet ?..
Dude, I'd love to engage you in a one-on-one battle probably at the end of the year to see/hear for myself this fascinated new league you've outdoored..
In the case of the so called hyped 'Protorial', it was a ''Fat Finger Syndrome'' and if you know FSS then I don't need to dilly dally here.
Regarding the latter part of my bollicking to you, I think i hit the nail on the head.I know it will be hard to succumb to such a bashing but then again somebody got to hush you and if you think I'm a pain in your ass then you ain't seen nothing yet.I see you to be in a higgledy-piggledy.I know you are not a stoic so a rebut is welcome.
I think you are livid or perhaps boiling or indefensible about labelling you as an amateur and incompetent in areas/fields that you claim to be your specialisation.
And by the way, I didn't fluff. I passed my ESOL with flying colours. I don't know about you and I'm not interested to know.
I expect a potent rebuttal from you, but if it turn out to be another kindergarten humdrum I'll cut the bull from this whole brouhaha.
Jack, I dey the capital inside.Its boisterous, cacophonous and vivacious.What dey go on for there? the last time we crossed eyes was somewhere in Rugby, Warwickshire.You remember the beef burger we bought which you later remarked that you were 'slow eater' and so forth and so forth ? You digg ?