For Writers!

 

Happy people please have a good laugh with this write up from one my favourite blogger and writer, Sally of Moskeda pages.

This is an awareness to all ye writers out there. please get better!

Read HERE

I Shall Sing Against All Odds!

Hello family!!! Missed me? I sure as hell did! I'm sorry I'm apologising again for absence. I had to be away but hey, I'm here today.

A certain lady inspired me to be here this morning. A lady who knows how it feels to walk through the fire and come out smiling!

A lady who can hold her head up and walk the walk, even when the whole world seems to be mocking or laughing or hating!

A lady who has decided to show the world the stuff she's made of even though people think she is totally wrong.

A lady who has snapped her fingers and said: "I go show naija people pepper! Una dey carry me play ba? Una die well!"

Who are we talking of here?

No other than...Princess Omo sexy!!! Yes! She's back again with a new song...a new single! Titled Barren land.

You guys thought it was over right? Hehehe! Well, I'm sorry to be the bringer of bad news but it ain't started yet! The song hails from her yet to be released Me, Myself & Eyes... and is also being used by Amnesty International.

Click below and enjoy this inspiring track and please we will be offended if you fail to drop a comment! Thank You!

DOWNLOAD HERE

Cyber Cafe Wahala

 

Hello dearies, how have y'all been? Hectic week for most I guess. Same here. Sorry for my silence. You know how it is having to do so much at a time.

Well, well, all we can say is thank God we are alive and TGIF!!! Whoop! Flexing  things.

I've got a little humour for you today. Use this to wait on 4:00pm or 6:00pm. Depending on when your working hours are officially over.

Here's one from one of our very own award winning writers, Frances, read as she shares a real life experience of...I don't know who. Lol! Enjoy..

Cybercafé Wahala

A few years ago when I was 19, I was among those many teenagers who had no access to a computer and the few times we saw one was in a cybercafé or in a hostel room where a rich girl lived.

We had just vacated from Nigerian French Village, Badagry, for the first semester holiday. I needed to send mails to my friends and also access my Facebook account which I hadn't checked since I opened it.

I wore a pair of brown knickers and a pink blouse. I was a tomboy, my fashion sense was laughable and I was very plump. My 'bum bum' was larger than the rest of my body and now that I'm slimmer, I wonder if men stopped me in those days because I was beautiful or just because my bum was big enough.

I walked into the cybercafé without smiles, trying hard to kill my bashfulness as some guys stared at me…at my buttocks. I paid 200naira for the browsing time and even the cybercafé's male receptionist stared mouth agape at my chest. I didn't like it.

After I put the code and clicked to log in, it seemed to be the only thing I knew how to do.

00.59

I had forgotten which the browsing icon was. I clicked the 'start' button and it displayed many programs. 'Microsoft word' looked familiar. I knew I had seen it before so I clicked on it. The displayed page told me that I made a wrong choice. I touched the left button on the mouse and everything disappeared, leaving me with the laptop home screen.

00.45

After so much hesitation, trial and error and nervousness, I swallowed my pride and signaled to one of cybercafé attendants. He was light complexioned and I had a soft spot for 'half albinos'. He came to my table and fiddled the mouse, and then he stared at me in surprise. He was shocked that I hadn't done anything since I sat there. He must have thought that I was daft or something. He opened the Internet Explorer for me and walked away.

00.40

I was excited when the long sought page opened and all the 'http' and 'www' lined up in different boxes. I would send a mail to Maureen Nwachukwu. I had always wanted to be her friend and we finally became close. Faith, my bestie, and I, weren't in best of terms at the time but I would still communicate with her. I would check Facebook and know exactly what the famous website was all about.

00.35

I clicked frantically on the mouse button as I sought for the perfect space to check my mail from. Every click I did took me to other strange pages. The girl that was seated beside me kept looking at me as I continuously hit the mouse on the desk with irritation.

"Network" I muttered in indirect explanation when her glances became consistent.

00.15

There was nothing else I could achieve so I clicked on the start button and opened Microsoft word. I clicked on every icon visible and even pretended to type by randomly touching the keyboard.

00.05 Remaining!

It must have been another one hour before the remaining minutes were exhausted. I stood and walked out of the cybercafé, avoiding glances. 200naira was a lot of money. I went home and cried myself to sleep.

Frances Kodili-Joe