While on the whole issue we still diplomatically tried to find a nonexistent common-ground, for my poise and carefree disposition anyway, just to continue our usual camaraderie and friendly banter. However the experience had already etched its mark on where I would place him in the heirrarcchy of friendship and how I will forever relate with him.

Not that I was naive or have a huge expectation of people in general, I was only disappointed because my benefit of doubt about a long time friend was abruptly shattered. To be frank though, in my usual way of quickly letting go or excusing people's misdemeanor because I fancy myself as one who understands human behavior and the whys of their motives, I sort of process the whole encounter like some trifles.

After he dropped me off and pulled off, I immediately, instinctly wanted to open the car and dash home, cos obviously the time was gone at 10pm, he drew me back into the car and joked about why I was rushing home without sitting back to exchange trivial gist. We truly do enjoy each other's company and yappings the very occasional time we had met after our separation in secondary school. So, we gisted for another 20 mins on random stuff, giggled and finally separated at last.
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I honestly have relegated the whole encounter buried somewhere else deep within my cortex, even forgetten it I had thought, until i woke up around 4am and left surprised the whole earlier friction was creeping back to the surface to torment my sensibility.

In that thoughtfully ruffled state the best way to process this thought was to write on the incident pestering my emotions in a way of refining and dealing with the flashbacks.

I began to write. I had written way beyond but all of a sudden a mistyping and mis-highlighting of the whole text got me delete it mistakenly. I was deflated. I gave up. Maybe it was not meant to be written. Even while writing I was thinking I might send the friend the piece so he could read and be able to process his own failings. I still couldn't get back to start all over again.

The flashback won't stop. I had to painfully drag myself to start all over and I'm writing from a completely different style and angle which I consider poorer than the deleted attempt. The need to process my thought and have some closure got the better part of me.

As it wasn't easy to begin all over, beforehand, I had tried to chat a good friend if I could just lazily narrate the incident so as to discuss and analyse in my way of achieving closure. He's probably still sleeping or busy; we are on different timezone as he's presently in Turkey.

He's one of the emotionally mature friend I have, full of tact, consideration and human understandings. We share a number of values and worldview, I think it had been so since our University days. And we are still keeping up. I respect him for that and happy he's doing well for himself in his endeavors.

Since I couldn't strike a conversation, I will really have to drag myself to start all over. This time though I jettisoned the idea of typing on the note app that came with my phone. Since it failed me and couldn't help retrieve the deleted piece, I opt for a note that automatically saves its typed content almost every 2 secs at interval, it's called 'Standard Notes', an open source writing app with privacy and security frame work much more better than most third party app that compromises one's data and user privacy.

With this typing precaution that saves itself automatically, I should start.

To be continued..........make una no vex o
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How una see this preamble? Should I continue or just forget about it.
It's an incident that happened y'day though.


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How una see this preamble? Should I continue or just forget about it.
It's an incident that happened y'day though.

You for don get money pass this but your grammar too mush...

..people wey dey yarn too mush grammar too dey over think matter.
..over thinkers no dey take risk..
..people wey no dey take risk no dey blow..

Stupidquestions:
While on the whole experience we still diplomatically tried to find a nonexistent common-ground, for my poise and carefree disposition anyway, just to continue our usual camaraderie and friendly banter, however the experience had already etched its mark on where I would place him in the heirrarcchy of friendship and how I will forever relate with him.

Not that I was naive or have a huge expectation of people in general, I was only disappointed because my benefit of doubt about a long time friend was abruptly shattered. To be frank however, in my usual way of quickly letting go or excusing people's misdemeanor because I fancy myself as one who understands human behavior and the whys of their motives, I sort of process the whole encounter like some trifles.

After he dropped me off and pulled off, I immediately, instinctly wanted to open the car and dash home, cos obviously the time was gone at 10pm, he drew me back into the car and joked about why I was rushing home without sitting back to exchange trivial gist. We truly do enjoy each other's company and yappings the very occasional time we had met after our separation in secondary school. So, we gisted for another 20 mins on random stuff, giggled and finally separated at last.
.
I honestly have relegated the whole encounter buried somewhere else deep within my cortex, even forgetten it I had thought, until i woke up around 4am and left surprised the whole earlier friction was creeping back to the surface to torment my sensibility.

In that thoughtfully ruffled state the best way to process this thought was to write on the incident pestering my emotions in a way of refining it and dealing with the flashbacks.

I began to write. I had written way beyond but all of a sudden a mistyping and mis-highlighting of the whole text got me delete it mistakenly. I was deflated. I gave up. Maybe it was not meant to be written. Even while writing I was thinking I might send the friend the piece so he could read and be able to process his own failings. I still couldn't get back to start all over again.

The flashback won't stop. I had to painfully drag myself to start all over and I'm writing from a completely different style and angle which I consider poorer than the deleted attempt. The need to process my thought and have some closure got the better part of me.

It wasn't easy to begin all over, beforehand, I had tried to chat a good friend if I could just lazily narrate the incident so as to discuss and analyse in my way of achieving closure. He's probably still sleeping or busy; we are on different timezone as he's presently in Turkey.

He's one of the emotionally mature friend I have, full of tact, consideration and human understandings. We share a number of values and worldview, I think it had been so since our University days. And we are still keeping up. I respect him for that and happy he's doing well for himself in his endeavors.

Since I couldn't strike a conversation, I will really have to drag myself to start all over. This time though I jettisoned the idea of typing on the note app that came with my phone. Since it failed me and couldn't help retrieve the deleted piece, I opt for a note that automatically saves its typed content almost every 2 secs at interval, it's called 'Standard Notes', a open source writing app with privacy and security frame work much more better than most third party app that compromises one's data and user privacy.

With this typing precaution that save itself automatically, I start.

To be continued....make una no vex


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wetin u dey write?? if u wan tell us wetin happen to u tell us and if na fiction that embody ur good use of English u wan show then let us know oga.

All i can see is display of grammer. Op,u just get admission 2 study english?

Op gettat, we don't have time, be straight forward...

Aren't you humiliating us too with your grammar abi you think say na everybody go understand.

Lol.. I really don't see the need for the high vocabulary knowing the audience you're trying to communicate with might not fully understand.

The feature of language which is to communicate and pass your information easily to your audience has been removed from your story.

Even despite having a high level of mastery of the English language, you totally bored me. This wasn't stimulating to read at all.

You for just go straight to the point.your writing is too ambigious

I couldn't finish it, linguistic intelligence without the spice of audience captivation makes for an oddly boring read, but you did good though, for whatever it is you're trying to do

Abeg no continue,we are ok with dis one..,.

The first orientation I was given as a writer is the effectiveness in my ability to convey my story. It becomes distorted in communication when a reader do not comprehend, or is distracted by strange words while surfing your write up.

Academically speaking, when writing, you don't write to impress but to express. You should know your target audience and make them understand. Verbosity is a waste of English when your readers never got to understand you.

You wonder why Newspapers don't use exaggerated grammar? Because they are concerned about the understanding of their message by their readers, not about exploring their vocabulary to impress.

Terrible, unintelligible, drab and dull write up.
I guess that why you're poor and useless.
If you can't convey your message in an expressive manner, what else can you be able to do?

Poor in writing, poor in thinking, poor in finance.

Nonsense.

Too much grammar for promoting standard note or whatever d ad you're doing..

I think I have a different view from other comments here

I love the write up and I'm eager to read more...

However, this your write up is obviously an ad promoting "standard note app"

You have achieved nothing with this write up, 'cos to me, you have not said anything

Lot of flowery words without a single point as to the real intent of the thread

Definitely not reading anything from your monicker ever!

Stupidquestions:

Try to use as few words as possible. The words were just too many and mostly unneeded. Write to communicate.

When you ready to explain in English, let us know.

Op op... I believe say u na all those people wer dey cover their book for school... Naw see ur life people wer u dey cover book for don make am and u still dey light years behind... so u come here come dey oppress us with grammar... Find way make money ooo... Grammar no go pay bills ooo... Them say man wer no get money na slay queen... Op stay woke.

Good communication is passing information effectively.you have failed to communicate well here because you failed to analyze your audience.Your audience is an average grammar group of people and so all your high level grammar is a waste

Stupidquestions:
While on the whole experience we still diplomatically tried to find a nonexistent common-ground, for my poise and carefree disposition anyway, just to continue our usual camaraderie and friendly banter. However the experience had already etched its mark on where I would place him in the heirrarcchy of friendship and how I will forever relate with him.

Not that I was naive or have a huge expectation of people in general, I was only disappointed because my benefit of doubt about a long time friend was abruptly shattered. To be frank however, in my usual way of quickly letting go or excusing people's misdemeanor because I fancy myself as one who understands human behavior and the whys of their motives, I sort of process the whole encounter like some trifles.

After he dropped me off and pulled off, I immediately, instinctly wanted to open the car and dash home, cos obviously the time was gone at 10pm, he drew me back into the car and joked about why I was rushing home without sitting back to exchange trivial gist. We truly do enjoy each other's company and yappings the very occasional time we had met after our separation in secondary school. So, we gisted for another 20 mins on random stuff, giggled and finally separated at last.
.
I honestly have relegated the whole encounter buried somewhere else deep within my cortex, even forgetten it I had thought, until i woke up around 4am and left surprised the whole earlier friction was creeping back to the surface to torment my sensibility.

In that thoughtfully ruffled state the best way to process this thought was to write on the incident pestering my emotions in a way of refining it and dealing with the flashbacks.

I began to write. I had written way beyond but all of a sudden a mistyping and mis-highlighting of the whole text got me delete it mistakenly. I was deflated. I gave up. Maybe it was not meant to be written. Even while writing I was thinking I might send the friend the piece so he could read and be able to process his own failings. I still couldn't get back to start all over again.

The flashback won't stop. I had to painfully drag myself to start all over and I'm writing from a completely different style and angle which I consider poorer than the deleted attempt. The need to process my thought and have some closure got the better part of me.

It wasn't easy to begin all over, beforehand, I had tried to chat a good friend if I could just lazily narrate the incident so as to discuss and analyse in my way of achieving closure. He's probably still sleeping or busy; we are on different timezone as he's presently in Turkey.

He's one of the emotionally mature friend I have, full of tact, consideration and human understandings. We share a number of values and worldview, I think it had been so since our University days. And we are still keeping up. I respect him for that and happy he's doing well for himself in his endeavors.

Since I couldn't strike a conversation, I will really have to drag myself to start all over. This time though I jettisoned the idea of typing on the note app that came with my phone. Since it failed me and couldn't help retrieve the deleted piece, I opt for a note that automatically saves its typed content almost every 2 secs at interval, it's called 'Standard Notes', an open source writing app with privacy and security frame work much more better than most third party app that compromises one's data and user privacy.

With this typing precaution that saves itself automatically, I should start.

To be continued..........make una no vex o
.
How una see this preamble? Should I continue or just forget about it.
It's an incident that happened y'day though.


.

@bolded. Aside from this, where's the rest of the story? No vex boss. I understand that you're trying to make us feel something. I sense emotions. However, I believe you could make us feel that emotion in the language we understand.

WatchYourSix:
You for don get money pass this but your grammar too mush...

..people wey dey yarn too mush grammar too dey over think matter.
..over thinkers no dey take risk..
..people wey no dey take risk no dey blow..

This is profound bro. What do you do?

TheGreatIYANU:



This is profound bro. What do you do?

QA

After reading all of your write up … all I have to say is simple

Ogbeni na ur papa u dey stress nor be me

Wuna too get bad mouth for this NL.

Op, in my opinion, nothing overly complicated with your choice of words. Although, as pointed out by someone above some were not needed. However, I think the problem is with the content as a whole.

The write-up so far is drab with nothing exciting to entice your audience to make them want to read on.

Sincerely, at a point I had to scroll to the bottom of the story to see if I can find anything interesting.

I'd advise if you choose to continue, to play with words a little; throw in a pun here and there. Some punchlines for effect. A figure of speech or two. A couple of humourous lines, etc. Just give the content some life.

I'd be reading, though. That is if you continue writing.

When I started reading and no understand anything, na skip I skip

Some are jealous because they can't comprehend your yarn

falcon01:
Some are jealous because they can't comprehend your yarn

Are you sure? Cos I have not seen one single person who made anything close to positive remark....
I have typed the story..but I'm sceptical about posting for further backlash, even though I've tried to fine-tune it countless times...to make it readable