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Positive and Negative Procrastination. HoL 106

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Humans of Lagos "I'm responsible for my woes. I cannot blame anybody but myself. Talent is a curse, I quite agree. However, I'm old enough to chose a path for myself. I hate to do anything. I'm good at procrastination. Morning by morning, I procrastinate my plans. At my age, I'm yet to suck the breast  of a damsel. I cannot drive a car, just because I procrastinated my driving lessons. I'm too desperate for success, however my procrastination grows at a geometric progression. Even at my uncomfortable zone, I comfortably indulge in procrastination. My laziness births my fear and my fear fuels the procrastination. I'm fed up. I don't think that I can ever change. It's better I end it than remain useless in this life. Unfortunately, I've been nursing the idea of committing suicide for the past seven years, but my procrastination will not let me die. Onward, I keep procrastinating the day I intend to end my life. I'm miserable like tha...

Then The Unexpected Happened. HoL 105

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Humans of Lagos "One year away from the completion of my first degree, I started serious planning as to how I wanted my future to pan out. I figured out the city I'd love to settle in, the number of children I wanted and what I wanted in my future wife. Being a student entrepreneur, all I wanted was to be self-employed after my graduation. I'd wanted to take my farming activities to the next level - a greater level. I was lucky to  have found the girl I wished to spend the rest of my life with while in school. It felt like "made in heaven" love encounter. We both created names of our agreed three children. Aramide, Olamide and Olumide were the names. We were deeply in love, and anticipated a glorious wedlock. Months after my graduation, disaster struck. My farm washed off by flood, and my mind left me. I couldn't get my bearings right, my fiance stood by me for a while, but left when light failed to appeared at the end of my tunnel. I lost my zeal of...

The Jollof Fight

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ME: He lied! HER: What did he lie about? ME: He recently said that Senegalese Jollof Rice is better than Nigerians'. HER: It is. Senegal invented jollof from Wollof region. ME: Nigerians perfected the act of Jollof rice HER: Nigerians burnt the rice ME: Stop. Stop trying to bring down my country. Nigeria's Jollof Rice is the best. Richard Quest of CNN even confirmed it. HER: Nigerians hate the truth. ME: Don't rate any country's Jollof Rice above Nigerian's HER: I just did ME: That's an insult I'll not take. HER: Even people who cannot cook jollof are fighting ME: Who cannot cook Jollof? Please mention names. HER: 1. You. 2. The very boy I'm chatting with right now. ME: I'll deal with You. HER: Quit dealing. Cook jollof and proof yourself ME: I'm out of this discussion. I'm angry HER: Be angry © FERT, 2017

Faceboot Meeting

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Chief Product Officer (CPO): USA is only 5 million subscribers away from India's 213 million Faceboot users. Brazil still have the largest black users sitting behind India with 123 million users. While in Africa, Egypt lead with 32 million users, as Western Sahara with 23 thousand users sit at the bottom of the list. Surprisingly, Nigeria with close to 200 million population only have 18 million users to fill the second spot on the Africa's list pushing Algeria to the third position... Chief Operating Officer (COO): (cuts in) talking about Nigeria, whenever I monitor the activity logs there...All I see is fight, and war. Chief Technology Officer (CTO): (Asian accent) I know right! Daily they renew fighting scenes. If they are not fighting the government, they'll be remembering the opposition. Supremacy war over unnecessary things. There's feminism war, religious/irreligious war is a never ending thing. I guess that Third World War may breakout from that country. ...

Licking Things

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DAD: You cannot marry him. DAUGHTER: But why? DAD: He's an Atheist. DAUGHTER: He's human. DAD: He's not on the Lord's side. DAUGHTER: I love him. DAD: You are too young to understand love. DAUGHTER: He's good at love making. I love the way he looks at me.  The way he handles me with care and devotion, and his touch, oh his... DAD: (cuts in) Abomination plus fornication! So you're no longer a Virgin? That Atheist disvirgined you. DAUGHTER: No he's not the one that first touched me. DADDY: Whatever. I'm taking you to Apostle for deliverance. DAUGHTER: Well Dad, Apostle is the one that disvirgined me. DAD: (screams) What??? DAUGHTER: He licked me from my head to toe. He said my oranges are juicy. Licking me down there like an hungry servant devouring the crumbs on the king's plate. He was screaming "Jesus!" "Sweet delicious Jesus!" as his black and blessed rod with thick round tip found my ready wetness. He found my Gsp...

All hail the food

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Rumbles in my Tummy,  Body systematically shutting down,  Demanding for sacrifice,  The sacrifice that'll only bring harmony and coordination. Yesterday's munching isn't  today's sacrifice.  Each day must have its feast.  Like the Pavlov's dog salivating at the hearing of the bell, my mouth waters in a great anticipation for what the gods are sending.  Food, the fuel that drives existence.  Without it, the powerful becomes powerless.  We eat to live, I don't live for food though.  Yet I'm always hungry. © FERT, 2017

Chromosome 21. HoL 104

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Humans of Lagos "In my days of innocence, I did my work to make ends meet. I was a teacher at a private primary school. I tutored all sort of characters; the intelligent ones, the playful ones and the bullies among them. However, Kanu is my favorite student. Kanu physical growth was hampered. He is challenged, so as a result, he was ostracized at the school. The school proprietor wouldn't want Kanu to associate with other students, he's never happy seeing Kanu smile. Kanu's parents didn't help his situation, they only sent him to school to be ridded of him. Nobody seem to love Kanu, but he smile at everybody at all times. I love Kanu, but the entire teaching staff hated me for loving a 'disabled' child. There was a time when his parents refused to pay his school fees, then I instructed the school accountant to deduct his fees from my salary. I paid his school fees for four terms, I clothed and fed him during this period. I was happy doing this, but...