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The year 2015 has started and it has been mixed reactions for me, a part of me is excited about what is in store for me and then there is that part where I question if I should be so enthusiastic with all the bombings, deaths, the missing #Chibok Girls and other ills plaguing Nigeria. It is well, I wonder if God will not one day out of stress wipe out Nigeria just as he did Sodom and Gomorrah.....can any nation have so much issues and still remain so clueless to finding a solution to one of the issues. It’s almost as though we thrive in chaos and abnormalities ....... kilode, na so suffer head sweet us.

Mama Sykik, has fashied my side oh, she has eyes only for her new grandson, I am not jealous sha.... my time will come and it’s so soon. Daddy Sykik is now a bachelor as Mama Sykik has relocated to my brother’s place to help with the baby. It’s not a funny something; Papa Sykik has gba-kamu- sha.

Abeg, how do people get married within months and start worrying about conception immediately, don’t they know that there’s an unwritten rule that you should “enjoyment” the marriage for some weeks or months before babies start arriving. Don’t mind me, jare; I know that in Nigeria people start counting down nine months from the wedding night. Infact, I am sure some “poke-nosers” won’t mind peeping through the window to ensure that the action is taken place and in proper position on the wedding night.

When I grow up, I want to be like @ilola oh, she has been travelling all over the world showcasing her talent and I am mightily proud of her achievements. I have been using her to pose in my office, like say I be her manager or blood sister. This brings me to the question, Sykik, what is your talent? When will all this your talk-talk take you to Brazil? Hehehehe, I need to start learning big-big English and forming cliques in this blog-ville so that you all will keep coming back to read my “meaningful” posts.

In one of my previous posts, I mentioned that ladies in my office are on the “keep fit, stay trim” diet. The other day, I saw a babe who had one of those “nyansh” of life” in the building, as in, this “nyansh” (notice, I didn’t say “ikebe”) is an all time harasser, that thing moves to cause commotion. Can you imagine my shock when I saw her looking all trim and the “nyansh” was almost non- existent? I shock, I freeze, I open mouth and almost fainted......I couldn’t help but ask, Babe, where your “nyansh” go? Why didn’t you tell me to come get some when you were getting it reduced? It’s not fair oh...since thy kingdom come, I have been shouting and crying for small “ikebe”, only for someone with “nyansh” to lose all that “nyansh” and not give me some.  God, why nau?