So, I figured a lot people read the memoirs now without reading the rules and I thought it would be wise to share it today to refresh our memories.
Most people don’t really click on the link included in the body of the weekly memoirs.
So here it goes….
Erm, this is supposed to serve as an introduction to my personal lifestyle on www.360nobs.com and for that reason, I’ll try to keep it as simple as possible.
Before we continue with the introduction, I’d like you to note certain things referred to as rules as long as Memoirs of a SLU…shhkid is concerned.
1. This is MY online diary and as a result I don’t really give a fuck care about your opinion.
2. I’ll be posting every Monday and may not have time to edit properly but because you would like to “Gbagun” I’ll provide you with a big ass bell for use.
3. This is not the news or the Anglican Church, so don’t come here to preach to me.
4. Names of some of the people involved in the memoirs may be changed to save anything they may have as dignity.
5. If I say something about you that you don’t like...Start your own blog …It’s free.
6. Don’t walk up to me in public and say “you wrote about me”. I promise you a head butt and my head is not small.
7. Majority of my post would be on keles, Midnight wakas, party, BBM and everything else I decide to write about.
8. Sometimes, It may appear like I’m talking about you but until I mention your name, STFU and Terry G me!
9. We’ll make more rules as we go on.
Somehow, we’ve not be able to make new rules but I’ll be glad if you’ve got a suggestion on new rules or an amendment to the existing ones.
Here’s the thing, the last weekend wasn’t exactly eventful because I had work to do and I had to be on ground the whole of Thursday and Friday setting up the event venue.
Saturday, November 6th 2010
For a few weeks now, I’ve been looking for a day when all I’ll do is –stay back in bed and do absolutely nothing. I decided to do that on Saturday.
I woke up very hungry and was craving for Nsala soup. I updated my BB status about wanting Nsala Soup and that was when the messages started pouring in “Get Ada to do it” , “Marry Ada and you won’t have such issues” , “Ada is the Way forward”.
I tried not to think about the suggestions but another part of me kept pushing me to call Ada. Eventually, I gave in and called her.
Ada: Buzor, Kedu ?
Nobs: Hey, Nne, Kedu?
Ada: Odinma. You didn’t call me after I left and you never returned my calls.
Nobs: I’ve been busy with work
Ada: Even at night kwa?
Nobs: Ada, I ‘ve been busy and I’m still thinking about what we discussed.
Ada: Kedu maka Cha, Obinna and Chidinma?
Nobs: They are fine oooo
Ada: How are your parents?
Nobs: They are fine oooo
Ada: Okay. Have you eaten today?
Nobs: No, achoro’m ofe nsala
Ada: Ewo, Cha is not home? (To readers Cha is my cousin)
Nobs: She said I should leave her alone.
Ada: Ndo nna
Nobs: Kedu maka Mama unu?
Ada: She’s fine.
Ada: I’m sorry
Nobs: Sorry for what?
Ada: Did you call me because someone told you to?
Nobs: Told me what?
Ada: Do you know Okey Okekpe, Nwa basili?
Nobs: Yes, is he not the one that is based in London?
Ada: Yes, he came back.
Nobs: I heard but why are we discussing him?
Ada: They are in my house.
Nobs: Good for you.
Ada: Buzor, is not like that
Nobs: Is not like what?
Ada: I have not said anything yet
Nobs: Ada, if you want to talk to me, talk and stop playing around
Ada: He’s at my house with his father and he said he wants to marry me. I don’t know what to say. Buzor, please are you really interested in marrying me?
Nobs: Ada, if I hadn’t called you would you be telling me this? You are clearly interested in him, so go ahead.
Ada: Buzor, please don’t do this to me?
Nobs: Do what? You have your life all sorted out and you are pretending to care and all that. He’s in your house and I had to call to find out. You claim to love but then a man and his family are there to ask for your hand in marriage. I really don’t know why I’m discussing this ‘cos you really owe me nothing.
Ada: (While crying ) Buzor stop!
Nobs: Stop what? Stop saying the truth? You teased me with your virginity and then if I hadn’t called maybe I would have found out that you got married to Okechukwu through my mum. You don’t owe me any explanation and I’ll get over this as well.
Ada: Buzor, you are hurting me. You are really hurting me and you need to stop saying all these.
Nobs: Ada I need to go…
Ada: Buzor, please tell me what to do. I love you but i’m scared and my family are of the opinion that you are not going to get married to me. Please tell me your mind.
Nobs: Ada, your family seems to know what they want for you. He stays overseas, so follow your heart and obey your family. Remember to invite me to your wedding.
Ada: Buzor, I love you and I can never love anyone like this.
Nobs: Ada, you’ve made up your mind, just follow it.
Ada: Chibuzor, please don’t say that.
Nobs: Ada, call me after your introduction.
Ada: Why are you doing this to me?
Nobs: Ada, I have to go.
Ada: Buzor, you are trying to make me hurt myself, right?
Nobs: Don’t do anything silly. I’m not worth it
Ada: Please let me come and see you
Nobs: Ada, ask your husband before you come o.
Ada: Buzor why? Gini kam mere?
Nobs: Ada, call me later. (hangs up call)
She called back several times but I didn’t pick.
I guess this is it for me. I had my chance and I let it slip.
I couldn’t sleep. I was confused on what to do? Call her and promise her marriage or just let her marry him? I asked myself that question all through the day.
My phone constantly buzzed for the rest of the day but then a text came in at 8.03pm….
“Chibuzor, please call me. It’s urgent. Mama Ada”
* Let’s finish this on Wednesday*