ME: segun, those options you gave me are all difficult. I believe in you that you can help me out of this web, and you know you are my last hope.
SEGE: alright, give me little time, let me think of a better solution, I will get back to you later.
ME: make it sooner my brother.
SEGE: you no well, na me say make you dey love person wey you supposed hate with passion?
ME: no be so jaree.
SEGE: that reminds me, what about the thing you said you wanted to discuss with me?
ME: ** pretended ** what was that?
SEGE: about one property or something you said you still have with bimpe.
ME: **muted for a while** ooooops. I will discuss it with you later.
SEGE: why not now?, this is the third time you have shifted this topic.
ME: nothing serious jaree. I’m still observing something at the moment. When I’m through with my research and observations, I will let you know.
SEGE: no problem, chat later bro.
ME: alright.
I sat on my bed and reminisced for a while before sleeping. Throughout the weekend, I had fun chatting with betty and also, bimpe never ceased to initiate romantic chats with me, she will tell me how she missed me, how she also think about me and the likes..
on monday. I woke up early, I took my bath, I wore my already ironed cloths, I took my credentials and went straight to the bank. I located the branch and arrived there at 7:08am, I walked inside the building and met similar faces I saw the day I went for my offer letter. I joined them and we were all told to go into a room. I counted the new staffs present and we are about 38 in number.
A man came inside, he introduced himself as the assistant project coordinator and he asked everyone to show his/her offer letters which we all did, after then, he obtained our names on a piece of paper and he left the room.
During this period, I was busy chatting with betty and updating her about the happenings in the bank. At 10am, the man came back and divided us into 3 groups and he gave us a manual to read. He set up a projector and a slide and he told us we would be trained on our job roles that monday and throughout the week. Everyone got a chair to seat on, people who knew one another were socialising while I was just looking at people because I have no one to relate with.
At about 11am, the training/seminar was about to commence. The assistant project coordinator picked his phone and called someone on his phone. Like two minutes later, the door was opened and a sound of “ko ka ko ka ko ka” began to emanate from the door, I turned around long with the other new staffs to look at who was playing beats with the heels of her shoe, behold, it was a moderately slim woman, she has a moderately big burst, a nicely curved hips, I micro gown revealing her laps and she has a nice cat-walk steps. She walked pass me and I could see her nicely “shooted” a-s which was well packaged in her mini gown. From my view, this lady/woman should be 35years of age in maximum. She greeted us and walked to the front of the podium and stood beside the assistant project coordinator, they both whispered to each other for like 2 minutes and after then, the assistant project coordinator introduced her saying “Hi everybody, this is my boss, she is funmilayo and she is the line manager of this Unit.
………………..8 weeks later.
SEGE: onihaxy, I don dey notice you all these
days ooooo
ME: wetin happen? ***raised eyebrow***
SEGE: since that bimpe Dam don comot, you
just dey dull this days.
ME: hmmmmmm
SEGE: this one no be the matter of
“hmmmmmmm”, you sure say that girl never
wash pant inside food for you?, infact, I dey
suspect say she don lace her pusssy with juju.
ME: not really jaree. I just like bimpe and I
keep thinking about her. I don’t know why sha.
SEGE: **** laughs loudly***
hahahahahahahahaha. My Baddest Maga ever
liveth, I know say no be the girl dey worry you,
na her pusssy, hahahahaha ****pats me on
the laps and kept laughing****
ME: stop that jaree.
SEGE: hahahahahahaha. Chaii, na so her toto
sweet reach??, onihaxy talk true, e be like say
that girl dey give you special deliveries on
bed.
ME: “segun je ka serious jaree” I just love this
girl sha, I don’t know why I can’t take her off
my mind.
SEGE: guy, tell me say na joke!!
ME: segun, no be joke, I don tell you
something like this before?.
SEGE: ***hissed*** “ode”, instead of you to go
for an H.I.V test abi na AIDS dem dey call am,
you are here mourning about one Dam.
ME: you won’t understand sha.
SEGE: hahahahahaha, why won’t I
understand?, e be like say you were destined
to be her maga for life.
ME: no segun, I always have this feelings that
the judgement we gave her was too harsh.
SEGE: and so?, “iyen o kan aye men”. That is
the minimum judgement a Dam deserves,
ME: stop it jor.
SEGE: she should thank her stars that it
wasn’t in the period that I was desperate to
have money, I for don take her do rituals.
ME: segun haba!!!.
SEGE: na so now. I no know why you carry
sword-man’s abandon K---y-Cat for head like
this?, you don dey craze oo Mr maga.
ME: segun you know what? ****adjusted my
sitting position****, I keep wondering how she
would get back to port-harcourt without T.fare
as she didn’t have money on her.
SEGE: that one simple now, no be runs girl she
be?, sebi na to sell her toto give two or three
guys for bustop and make money.
ME: segun!!!!!!!!
SEGE: yes now mr maga, or patapata e, she go
sell her phone to make money, maybe that’s
why her number no dey go again sef?.
ME: hmmmmmmmmmm!. Oga oooo.
SEGUN : ogbeni forget matter jaree, I dey go
my house to prepare for tomorrow’s work.
ME: ok jaree padi e,
SEGUN: mr maga, you no go see me off?
ME: ***frowned*** no dey call me “maga”
again jor, I no like am jare.
SEGE: you dey craze, na certified maga you be.
If not for me, maybe you for don sell all your
properties give bimpe.
ME: na you sabi. Let me see you off.
SEGE: hahahahahahaha. If you like, kill
yourself ontop one yeye bimpe ooo, you
hear!!!!. Who knows?, maybe she dey ontop
another dicck right now rocking cowgirl’s
style. Abi no be that girl?
ME: wetin do am?
SEGE: chaiiii, that girl fit Bleep ontop
transformer ooooo.
ME: ***laughs*** segun, na you sabi, come
dey go your house abeg. I will branch at your
place tomorrow when I’m coming back from
work.
SEGE: no wahala mr maga “hahahahaha”. My
regards to adebimpe oooooo. Hahahahaha.
ME: you no well.
Segun left my house, I sat down on my chair
and began to review all that happened
between me and adebimpe.
on monday. I woke up early, I took my bath, I wore my already ironed cloths, I took my credentials and went straight to the bank. I located the branch and arrived there at 7:08am, I walked inside the building and met similar faces I saw the day I went for my offer letter. I joined them and we were all told to go into a room. I counted the new staffs present and we are about 38 in number.
A man came inside, he introduced himself as the assistant project coordinator and he asked everyone to show his/her offer letters which we all did, after then, he obtained our names on a piece of paper and he left the room.
During this period, I was busy chatting with betty and updating her about the happenings in the bank. At 10am, the man came back and divided us into 3 groups and he gave us a manual to read. He set up a projector and a slide and he told us we would be trained on our job roles that monday and throughout the week. Everyone got a chair to seat on, people who knew one another were socialising while I was just looking at people because I have no one to relate with.
At about 11am, the training/seminar was about to commence. The assistant project coordinator picked his phone and called someone on his phone. Like two minutes later, the door was opened and a sound of “ko ka ko ka ko ka” began to emanate from the door, I turned around long with the other new staffs to look at who was playing beats with the heels of her shoe, behold, it was a moderately slim woman, she has a moderately big burst, a nicely curved hips, I micro gown revealing her laps and she has a nice cat-walk steps. She walked pass me and I could see her nicely “shooted” a-s which was well packaged in her mini gown. From my view, this lady/woman should be 35years of age in maximum. She greeted us and walked to the front of the podium and stood beside the assistant project coordinator, they both whispered to each other for like 2 minutes and after then, the assistant project coordinator introduced her saying “Hi everybody, this is my boss, she is funmilayo and she is the line manager of this Unit.
………………..8 weeks later.
SEGE: onihaxy, I don dey notice you all these
days ooooo
ME: wetin happen? ***raised eyebrow***
SEGE: since that bimpe Dam don comot, you
just dey dull this days.
ME: hmmmmmm
SEGE: this one no be the matter of
“hmmmmmmm”, you sure say that girl never
wash pant inside food for you?, infact, I dey
suspect say she don lace her pusssy with juju.
ME: not really jaree. I just like bimpe and I
keep thinking about her. I don’t know why sha.
SEGE: **** laughs loudly***
hahahahahahahahaha. My Baddest Maga ever
liveth, I know say no be the girl dey worry you,
na her pusssy, hahahahaha ****pats me on
the laps and kept laughing****
ME: stop that jaree.
SEGE: hahahahahahaha. Chaii, na so her toto
sweet reach??, onihaxy talk true, e be like say
that girl dey give you special deliveries on
bed.
ME: “segun je ka serious jaree” I just love this
girl sha, I don’t know why I can’t take her off
my mind.
SEGE: guy, tell me say na joke!!
ME: segun, no be joke, I don tell you
something like this before?.
SEGE: ***hissed*** “ode”, instead of you to go
for an H.I.V test abi na AIDS dem dey call am,
you are here mourning about one Dam.
ME: you won’t understand sha.
SEGE: hahahahahaha, why won’t I
understand?, e be like say you were destined
to be her maga for life.
ME: no segun, I always have this feelings that
the judgement we gave her was too harsh.
SEGE: and so?, “iyen o kan aye men”. That is
the minimum judgement a Dam deserves,
ME: stop it jor.
SEGE: she should thank her stars that it
wasn’t in the period that I was desperate to
have money, I for don take her do rituals.
ME: segun haba!!!.
SEGE: na so now. I no know why you carry
sword-man’s abandon K---y-Cat for head like
this?, you don dey craze oo Mr maga.
ME: segun you know what? ****adjusted my
sitting position****, I keep wondering how she
would get back to port-harcourt without T.fare
as she didn’t have money on her.
SEGE: that one simple now, no be runs girl she
be?, sebi na to sell her toto give two or three
guys for bustop and make money.
ME: segun!!!!!!!!
SEGE: yes now mr maga, or patapata e, she go
sell her phone to make money, maybe that’s
why her number no dey go again sef?.
ME: hmmmmmmmmmm!. Oga oooo.
SEGUN : ogbeni forget matter jaree, I dey go
my house to prepare for tomorrow’s work.
ME: ok jaree padi e,
SEGUN: mr maga, you no go see me off?
ME: ***frowned*** no dey call me “maga”
again jor, I no like am jare.
SEGE: you dey craze, na certified maga you be.
If not for me, maybe you for don sell all your
properties give bimpe.
ME: na you sabi. Let me see you off.
SEGE: hahahahahahaha. If you like, kill
yourself ontop one yeye bimpe ooo, you
hear!!!!. Who knows?, maybe she dey ontop
another dicck right now rocking cowgirl’s
style. Abi no be that girl?
ME: wetin do am?
SEGE: chaiiii, that girl fit Bleep ontop
transformer ooooo.
ME: ***laughs*** segun, na you sabi, come
dey go your house abeg. I will branch at your
place tomorrow when I’m coming back from
work.
SEGE: no wahala mr maga “hahahahaha”. My
regards to adebimpe oooooo. Hahahahaha.
ME: you no well.
Segun left my house, I sat down on my chair
and began to review all that happened
between me and adebimpe.
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