Bowen series
Memoirs of an easy going Bowenite girl
EPISODE 1
(some people should learn to shut up and spray something!)
I greet you all who are interested in reading this. So, let me tell you my rules because i am not nice. First of all, don’t comman be abusing me when I write to you o, I can’t do this without writing the plain truth. Secondly, don’t even try to get who I am because of your ‘solo’ issues, besides you won’t even get the right answer. Oya sit back and read it o.
That was how I got to chapel on Thursday evening and luck was not even on somebody’s side, one boy came to sit beside me on the chair that was already full before, some people and squatting sha. He didn’t want to sit at the front, he now came to inconvenient somebody and the others that were sitting on the same sit with us didn’t know that they were supposed to shift because they were blind they didn’t see that the boy was ‘space-taking’. My arm was even touching his arm and you know all those boys that would be sweating as if Bowen tank needs water, his armpit was already brown sef and his back was no different. SMH.
After praise and worship, a shey this guy had not shown his true colours enough with how he looked, that was how he started talking, ha! It’s okay, his mouth was not smelling but I can mention all his family members names, Ha! Ha!, people can talk o. Shebi you know all this kind of mouth that spit would settle at the corner, ‘all his cousins are annoying, his father wants to travel etc). Abeg, whose father has not travelled? Some people ehn. This boy was sha talking and I had to behave as if I was an usher, I stood up and started counting people. Imagine, I now became somebody that was watching out for courtesy officers for people and telling them to switch off their phones. Bowen students can embarrass somebody ehn, so if I told you to switch of your phone last Thursday please don’t be angry it wasn’t my fault. The moment I sat back down he said ‘let’s be friends, I like you’ before nko? You became my friend a few minutes or rather talks ago by yourself. When he asked for number sef I said I had my friend’s phone. I cannot comman die for God’s sake and kudos to you for pouring spit on somebody’s face o, you hear? Me that was late and wasn’t able to do make up. Thank you for contouring my face with spittle. SMH.
P.S: Thank you for paying my bus fare o (you know yourself) unlike some extremely stingy boys. If you know you have class till 6 on Thursdays, because we cannot comman be suffering and smelling you please change your cloth or spray something.
Note : The remaining episodes will be published every Saturday. Each episode per week. Stay tuned.
Story by DamLog, a student of Bowen University
Memoirs of an easy going Bowenite girl
EPISODE 1
(some people should learn to shut up and spray something!)
I greet you all who are interested in reading this. So, let me tell you my rules because i am not nice. First of all, don’t comman be abusing me when I write to you o, I can’t do this without writing the plain truth. Secondly, don’t even try to get who I am because of your ‘solo’ issues, besides you won’t even get the right answer. Oya sit back and read it o.
That was how I got to chapel on Thursday evening and luck was not even on somebody’s side, one boy came to sit beside me on the chair that was already full before, some people and squatting sha. He didn’t want to sit at the front, he now came to inconvenient somebody and the others that were sitting on the same sit with us didn’t know that they were supposed to shift because they were blind they didn’t see that the boy was ‘space-taking’. My arm was even touching his arm and you know all those boys that would be sweating as if Bowen tank needs water, his armpit was already brown sef and his back was no different. SMH.
After praise and worship, a shey this guy had not shown his true colours enough with how he looked, that was how he started talking, ha! It’s okay, his mouth was not smelling but I can mention all his family members names, Ha! Ha!, people can talk o. Shebi you know all this kind of mouth that spit would settle at the corner, ‘all his cousins are annoying, his father wants to travel etc). Abeg, whose father has not travelled? Some people ehn. This boy was sha talking and I had to behave as if I was an usher, I stood up and started counting people. Imagine, I now became somebody that was watching out for courtesy officers for people and telling them to switch off their phones. Bowen students can embarrass somebody ehn, so if I told you to switch of your phone last Thursday please don’t be angry it wasn’t my fault. The moment I sat back down he said ‘let’s be friends, I like you’ before nko? You became my friend a few minutes or rather talks ago by yourself. When he asked for number sef I said I had my friend’s phone. I cannot comman die for God’s sake and kudos to you for pouring spit on somebody’s face o, you hear? Me that was late and wasn’t able to do make up. Thank you for contouring my face with spittle. SMH.
P.S: Thank you for paying my bus fare o (you know yourself) unlike some extremely stingy boys. If you know you have class till 6 on Thursdays, because we cannot comman be suffering and smelling you please change your cloth or spray something.
Note : The remaining episodes will be published every Saturday. Each episode per week. Stay tuned.
Story by DamLog, a student of Bowen University
Amuda Bisola
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