Melahou:

ahnie:
I hav this younger brother of mine....Bishop.he's the our last born(lolz)while growin up,you 'll never see him doing any chores,but he likes food.infact we nicknamed him FOODIe.haa i love him to pieces,he's a very compassionate lad.he is the only person i know that,gives me his salary to spend,witout him keepin a dime to himself,isnt that sweet?awwww.back in the days,he will always tel me...girlie i want yu to be spendin my money for me.just buy whatever yu want.i became his piggybank.till date,infact,if yu want to catch me,dont just waste yur time involin the police,boys scout or worefa,just arrest bishop,and viam,i'll resurface from my hidin.Even my husband has given up.anytime he(bishop)calls me,mehn ayam always elated.i remember back in the days,when mr ahlex(my husband)was wooing me...displayin his peacockic skills,and i invited him to our bunk(abode)my brother just saw him and frowned his face.the guy nor even welcome my husband.my brother later sat me down and started crying..mehn i was shocked.me also i came cry for africa,we started cryin together.i asked him...bishop why yu dey cry nah?he said...girlie if yu married now,whu go dey cook for me.yu know say ah nor sabi cook?i told him thus....ah go dey go and waybill the food for you.hahahaha i love my brother.before i forget,my brother can finish one big custard pail of dry garri...honestly i tell,there z power in soakin garri.how he does it,i dunno.if you ask him to cook indomie/noodles...your name na Sorry.firstly he will put the indomie insid pot,without puttin water,and set it on the stove,then allow the indomie to burn for few seconds before addin water,and the chilli pepper instantly.and he wil be grinnin from ear to ear like a jealoused snail.after few second,he wil turn the stove down n serve the brown pakistani indomie.and wetin dey vex me be say,the indomie dey always dey strong.and next thing,he 'll go straight to the fridge and keep the brownny pakistani indomie insid the freezer.

ahnie:
I was like....what hav yu done?i went to the pot of boilin water to retrieve the already two cooked chicken with feathers.i asked him,why he behave that way and he said...Girlie those ppl slaughterin chicken,this z how dey do it.that thay always cut the chicken's neck and fiam,fling it insid a drum of boilin hot water.we had no other choice than,rescue-rin the already cooked feathered chicken.we tried pluckin the feathers off,but we did plucked both the first layer of the skin of the chicken.the most annoyin part was:my brother was so proud of himself,that it was a great idea boilin the chicken insid the pot.that it saves time.

bukatyne:
ahnie:
This your thread/diary is the ultimate stress reliever....
Kilode?

fem29:


, blood of chiiisooos , cooked feathered chicken, your brother is a case. I would have killed him.

ahnie:
I have this sweet yoruba female friend known as Tolu(classmate)i always go to their house,infact i love how they speak yoruba.i begged her to teach me how to speak yoruba,she promised to coach me.she told me that....OLOriburuku mean Good mornin.and she was so serious,i thanked her.i came home and courtesy before my mum,i greeted her...Mama oloriburuku.my mum just looked@me,and gav me the evil eyes.Brothers n sisters,that was how i continued o.i was so over joy that,finally i hav kick started my yoruba journey from tolu's tutorial.i started greetin elderly people 'oloriburuku o' without knowin that i was actually usin negative words on them.one iya that i greeted one cool evenin,then beckon to me sayin...who taught me that demeanin word?tho she asked in yoruba,but some one was interpretin it to me.she continue...ika ni yen o.@that point i became ashame.i personally went to tolu's compound to vent my venom.i met her mum,and i greeted her,oloribuku ma,she was like,omo'dudu se kosi?that who taught me that word,i told her...TOLU.she so much spanked her....trust me,the friendship ended that day.