Monday, 26 October 2009

SMS's from Z

From: Z
Time: Monday, July 27, 2009 2:23 PM
Hi,Kay. am cool but not bcos of d so sory,must'v bin vry hectic.not up 2notin jus ...damn dis strike!wud'v bin thru by sept.hey!dnt mind me.gud9t,

From: Z
Time: Saturday, August 08, 2009 5:09 PM
lif may luk touf wit daily strugls but in my hrt exists,u;not jus as a 1da;cos lik a star u fel in2 my lif.u mde me smil evn wen thns went wrng cos in ur eyes lies my sunrise.wish we cud sail away 4eva,jus u&me.we stil loop 1dafl wild lines.i now bliv dt lif is b-e-a-u-tiful.hpy bday,k9.hugs&kisses!!!ciao
(This was on the eve of my birthday.)

From: Z
Time: Monday, August 31, 2009 5:38 PM
Hi, in my room.yes,am @owerri.10x gld i hw did d query go?my rgrds 2ur frds.oh!&#2 wen he coms already missin u.luv u.tkia

From: Z
Time: Thursday, September 10, 2009 8:51 AM
Hi,u 2busy?jus thot i chck up on hwz work?any loadouts?dnt work yerslf out.mayb d 'no pay,no work' thngy'l do d trick.dnt mind me.jus tkia,ok?luv ya,baby

From: Z
Time: Wednesday, September 16, 2009 2:42 PM
nvr felt nor writn any truer wrds as dese:i luv u, made me a wish&prayd 2hv ur kids,4evr kiss ur lips&grow old bein loved by u.g9t,baby.luv u sooooooo much.

From: Z
Time: Friday, September 18, 2009 12:16 PM
Been tnkin abt wht wud mk my wkend wortwhl&al i cn imagn is bein held in ur arms&kissd al d way am tryin 2say is:i mis u lik crazy.lvly wkend,k

From: Z
Time: Thursday, October 22, 2009 4:19 AM
Baby,hw ye doin?@work,huh?bin tnkin of ye lik crzy.tot if smtng wre 2hapen 2u&it scard d crap outta me(knw i shudnt bt cnt help it).stay healthy,pleeeze. luv u.

From: Z
Time: Monday, October 26, 2009 11:20 AM
9ic day?had me 1.went 2d salon wt my sis&told her abt 'us'.tuk it rather calmly,she did.telltale!dtz me.luv u al d way 2kilimanjaro&bak.tkia

My dear blogsville, i think i've been blown. Goodbye to bachelorhood! (sob! sob!!)

Wednesday, 21 October 2009


Hi peeps. Got me a joke collection - have had it for a while now, actually - just hope it isn't stale already. Biko, if you find it funny, do me a favor and laff well-well; otherwise, well, just keep a straight face - no need for unnecessary frowning.


I boarded a taxi going somewhere one fine day like that.
In the car with me are two ladies and one old aged man in the front.
We never even go far before the man says to the driver
"Please stop your car . . .stop the car..."

We were all thinking the man had forgotten something,
so the driver stopped the car for him.
The man opens the door, comes down and releases a very loud fart: "POOOOOOOOOHH!!!!!"

Then he comes back into the car and sits down as if nothing happened.
We all stared at him, dumbstruck . . .
The old man looks at us and says,
"Would you have preferred i did it in the car??"

The ladies reply "No, sir... No, sir."
And i add . . . "Thank you, sir."


Two guys are moving about in a Pick 'n' Pay supermarket when their carts collided.
The following conversation ensued:

1st guy: i'm sorry; i was looking for my wife.

2nd guy: what a coincidence, so am i, and i'm getting a little desperate.
well, maybe i can help you. what does your wife look like?

1st guy: she is tall, with a beautiful long hair, long slender legs, firm body and a very nice backside.
and what does your own wife look like? ask the first guy.

2nd guy: Never mind. Lets look for yours


Learn Chinese in 5 Minutes
1) That's not right . . . Sum Ting Wong

2) Are you harboring a fugitive? . . . Hu Yu Hai Ding

3) See me ASAP . . . Kum Hia Nao

4) Stupid Man . . .Dum Fuk

5) Small Horse . . . Tai Ni Po Ni

6) Did you go to the beach? . . Wai Yu So Tan

7) I bumped into a coffee table . . Ai Bang Mai Fa Kin Ni

8) I think you need a face lift . . . Chin Tu Fat

9) It's very dark in here . . . Wao So Dim

10) I thought you were on a diet . . .Wai Yu Mun Ching?

11) This is a tow away zone . . . No Pah King

12) Our meeting is scheduled for next week . . . Wai Yu Kum Nao?

13) Staying out of sight . . . Lei Ying Lo

14) He's cleaning his automobile . . .Wa Shing Ka

15) Your body odor is offensive . . . Yu Stin Ki Pu

And lastly...

16) Great . . . Fa Kin Su Pah!!!

Wednesday, 7 October 2009


Enkay's last post - "Pissy-pissy" - brought back some memories for me - memories of me and #2 struggling to stop weeing in bed. I was like seven or eight then, #2 was a year younger, and there we were - morning after morning after morning - dripping, stinking and soaked to our bones with our own intermingled and undiluted pee. Jehovah onye ebere, was it a blessed sight!! Its just so funny remembering all that now.

You know, i say "weeing in bed", like it was a bed we were weeing on; foam is more like it - in fact, that's what we called it. Foam. Every morning, Aunty Chinasa (and later Aunty Nkechi) would come in to wake us up for school, and the heavenly scent would hit her.
"Huummmmh!!!" she'd go, kicking us awake and screwing her face up in disgust, "onye nyuru mamiri na foam a?! (which of you peed on the foam?!) As usual, i'd just point at #2 and he'd point back at me.

Sometimes, when it was too bad, mum would come in too and yell at us some, threatening to send us to the hospital if we didn't stop weeing by next week (for reason, i was REALLY scared of going to hospital). And sometimes, when it was really really bad - as in, BAD - like the ENTIRE house was reeking of our nightly depositions - dad would be forced to get involved, bringing his Mr. Do-Good along with him....

One time, our Aunty Ijego came to visit; she was dad's sister. Aunty Ijego'd grown up in the villa and she had this really funny traditional way of talking about things. It was she who first referred to our nightly exercise as Iko-Cigar. Me and #2 had done our thing as usual, and then woke up early to clean it up before anyone found out - him cleaning his side and me cleaning mine. Unfortunately for us, Ijego walked in before we were done.
"Huuuuunnnhhhh!!!" she shrieked, speaking our concentrated igbo dialect, "ndi ole duhapuru iko cigar na??!!" (who dumped this iko-cigar of urine here?)

Boy, we had it bad that day! I was too stunned to reply, i barely understood what she was saying, but i knew it had something to do with the powerful stench of urine in the room. Then Aunty Nkechi came in, heard the words "iko-cigar" and instantly had an attack of Laughingitis; my third brother, #3, who'd stopped weeing in bed before he even learned to walk, saw Nkechi and Ijego laughing at us, and joined in. Stupid kid didn't even know what they were laughing about o, im jus' join in dey laff! Mshheewww.
Mum heard too, but couldn't decide whether to be amused or angry at us. Iko Cigar, i thought, what the hell wassat?. It wasn't until much, much later that i found out that iko-cigar was that metallic cup used to measure stuff in the market - like rice and beans and garri. In other words, Aunty Ijego was saying that me and #2 had let out enough urine to fill one iko-cigar! ("iko" means "cup" in Igbo, btw) Poor mum, no wonder she didn't find it very funny. What i never found out, though, is why that cup is called that; it certainly isn't used to sell cigarretes.

I finally stopped weeing some two or three months after the Iko-cigar incident shaa; #2, on the other hand, continued on till he was like ten. In our house now, if you wanna say someone pees in bed, just call him or her "iko-cigar"; everyone'll know what you mean.

Tuesday, 6 October 2009

Google in Igbo!! now comes in Igbo language! Whooopeeeee!!!!

Ok, look, i just saw it, alright? Its prolly been around for quite a while for all i know but i dun care. Here, go see. There's been a yoruba and hausa version for some months now (i think); i'm just seeing the Igbo version. Haha, now even granny in the village can google. Teeeheeheee, imagine that:

Granny: kay9, i makwa na Iran a "bombuola" ulo Barack Obama na Washington D.C?" (kay9, do you know that Iran has bombed Barack Obama's home in Washington?)

kay9: Haa, nne-nnukwu, i bia kwala ozo... (Ha, granny, you've started again...)

Granny: Nwatakiri a kpuchie onu! Ngwa chere ka m "googuluoro" gi ya... (Little child, whaddya know? Ok, lemme google it for you...)

Looool! Mehn, see me inventing new words - googuluoro, bombuola, mmmh kinda rhymes with Fabulola. I think i should meet up with Sugababe 2.0, see how we can integrate these new words into the Igbo main stream. Cos, you see, there are gonna be some of complications with using this Google in Igbo; for example, what's the Igbo word for "click"? How do you say "refresh the page"?

Actually, Google did a good job on the Igbo version - such a good job that i had to go back to the english version to find out what "Owa Ozi" means. Everything was written in central igbo - no "pidgin-igbo" whatsoever - all the kpom-kpom's and rikom's in their right places. Now for y'all that played rookie during Mbido Igbo lessons in secondary school, now is the time to go back and re-learn your language. As for me, I had a B2 in WAEC Igbo Language, seriously!! (lol!)

Monday, 5 October 2009


I actually wrote this three days ago, but the wireless here's been more erratic than even our own good old PHCN


Right now, I'm on an offshore oil-rig, the Noble Percy Johns, off Rivers State. Been here six days now and counting. Its terribly boring, there's no drilling going on - we are actually here for a rig move to a new platform. Luckily, the internet conn came up last night, so I've been sitting in front of my system all day, just surfing, surfing...


There's this white South African dude here, he's the rig safety officer. Mehn, the guy na real chatter-box, as in chatter-box-with-an-attitude. And most of the time, all the fella chatters about is sex. Shuo! How he fcuked one Akwa Ibom chic... how he fcuked two Vietnamese chics... how he prefers 3-somes to 2-somes... how he told his South African gf to suck some dude's ****!! Damn! Triple-crazy-damn!!!
It was when he got to the part where he told his so-called gf to do the BJ that i told him that's pretty twisted. I mean, i'm a free guy, i don't mind how another dude wants to run his life, whatever floats your boat... But this guy wasn't just twisted; he's totally bent, and i sure as hell don't hang with bent guys (except if they're gonna pay me a million dollars - hold on, make that ten million). Got me wondering what South African white women are like...


Z's playing hide-and-seek with me... on Facebook! Loooool!

Seriously, she is. I don't know why she's pretending to be somebody else - at least, she's definitely not using her name. She's using some phony name that sounds like something out of a sci-fi flick. I found out about a week ago; it was the way she writes - you know what they say about a leopard and its colours - well, NOBODY else in the whole wide world uses abbreviated words like Z does; she has a shortened version of virtually EVERY word in the English vocabulary, plus she never EVER uses a full-stop unless she totally absolutely has to. And then the clincher: her FB profile info is just too familiar to be a coincidence.

I'd asked Z if she was on FB before, but she didn't give me a definite answer. I knew from experience that she doesn't like being pressed for details so i chilled. Then about a month ago i get this friendship request; i almost didn't accept, but then i checked out the profile and saw that the person had schooled in FUTO. I thought whadda hell, you'd have to around the world three times b4 you find the fella who can scope a home-grown naija-ninja like me. So i accepted. I didn't give another thought to it until last week when it suddenly clicked: this is Z!

I know it all sounds too thin to assume so much, but you know... the way you know somebody so well you're dead sure this is them. I just know it.
I'm still keeping mum shaa, its kinda fun, see - no need to disillusion her - unless she's reading this, of course!