Friday Night Series: Christmas Eve

Friday Night
Christmas Eve.

{Friday 24th December 2010 6:45 am Toronto}
Looking out the window of the British Airways - Boeing 787, he wishes he never returns to Toronto. Wishing he will never have to return, a smile appears on his face as he remembers the reason for the trip.

"Hello Sir." the Taxi driver says as he opens the door for Deji to enter. As he seats down he calls his secretary back in Toronto.

{Friday 24th December 2010 7:15pm}
Amaka finally drops her Phone, she falls flat on her bed, patiently waiting for Deji to arrive at her door anytime soon. His secretary called to inform her that he’ll be at the Heathrow airport for 12:45am.

{Friday 24th December 2010 7:47pm}
BUZZZZ! the door bell.
Amaka’s heart sinks! she runs downstairs wondering who it could be with a bat in her right hand ready to swing, she opens the door but there’s no one there. "Probably one of those little twats.” Walking to get her mail she smells his cologne. "He won’t be here 'till tomorrow and I can’t get him out of my mind." she says giggling with herself.

{Friday 24th December 2010 8:00pm}
"Step on it please I need to get to 9 Ashurst Walk in Croydon before 7pm and where can I get a new sim card? I want to call her when I get to her house and tell her I missed my flight. I'm sure she believes I just left Toronto."

{Friday 24th December 2010 8:20pm}
Thinking about other ways to surprise Amaka. He calls his London jeweler. At this point he is already at Birch Tree Way, only a few minutes away from Amaka's house.

BUZZZZZZ! the door bell.

“Again? I will not bother. Deji won’t be here 'til tomorrow. I don't need to see anyone.”
she continues to try on clothes for Deji arrival.

The doorbell was pressed by two teenage boys trying to break into the house. They wait to see if anyone is at home before they break in.

{FRIDAY 24th December 2010 8:35pm}
Looking out his window. Deji sees two boys trying to climb into Amaka's house. He rushes out the car and attempts to stop them. Amaka hears commotion outside her house and she runs towards the door with her baseball bat again. She opens the door and flings her bat. Theres is no one there but out the corner she notices a man trying to carry Deji into a Black Cab.
"What happened here?" "Deji are you okay?" "hey Mr. What! happened?" "Deji!" "somebody help" "Mister, theres a hospital not to far from here just go down this road and take a left at the junction."
{Friday 24th December 2010 11:58pm London}
When they get to the hospital, Deji tries to squeeze some words out. "C-c-che-e-eck inside.” He coughs “my” coughs again “pocket." She does as he had asked, she pulls out a small navy blue velvet case out of his pocket and opens it. In it was a beautiful princess cut diamond ring.

Oh Deji!” she whispers. Just as she tries to kiss him,

She SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Friday Night Series: In Lagos Nigeria

Friday Night
In Lagos, Nigeria.

{Friday 27th June 2008 11:45 pm Lagos}
It is a Friday night in Lagos, Nigeria. Childhood friends, Jimi and Deji are at the popular Konfirmed Klub in the heart of the city where the socialite hang out. The club is known for its flock of beautiful females that never cease to be in attendance every weekend. So most guys go searching for females willing to do something strange for a little piece of change, which comes to no surprise, as Allen Avenue is just around the corner.
Wow, you guys are here early today” said Musa, the Hausa bouncer at the club. This man makes “The Rock”  look like a child with carbohydrate deficiency.
What do you mean?” Jimi  retorted, trying to act like a tough guy again, forgetting the scuffle he got into with Musa a couple of weeks back which left him with a bruised toe. Laughing at his friend, Deji says “not again guys”, Musa starts laughing too, and Jimi drops his tough guy act and joins in. “We are all good friends. I assume.” says Deji.
Deji is quickly ushered to the Vip lounge, orders his usual Pepper soup and fish with a bottle of Gordon sparks on the side. “This right there is the business.” The boys resume their “normal work” of grading girls as they pass, from A to F, Ashewo or chick. The first “victim” passes by, Jimi says “yo, that’s an ashewo, I’ll give her an A tho” Deji turns to look in the direction Jimi points and nods his head in agreement of the rating, he couldn’t speak as the heat of the pepper soup had started dealing with his tongue.
Right in the middle of their "extra curricula activity", Feyi and her friend walk into the VIP lounge.
"Yo, Deji no be your sister be that?" Jimi asked, as his gaze shifts to the two beautiful ladies, dressed in their miniskirts and high heels, revealing just enough skin to get the young men around lusting after flesh. Deji turns to look too, secretly wondering why Jimi had his eyes so fixed on them, since it was just his sister. But then again his sister was with her friend.
"Yeah, yeah" he remarked nonchalantly, "she told me she was coming with her friends, she still dey single o".
Feyi, spotting her brother and his friend, decides to look away, motioning at her friend to do the same so they could avoid her brother from seeing them. Having him in the same room as her was already strange enough, but having him stalk her and her friend would just create an unnecessary awkward situation she wasn't in the mood to handle.

Their eyes meet before she could make a move. With a rather queer smile on Deji's face, he practically screams
"FEYIKEMI, come on don't be silly, come introduce your friend"
With 5 bottles in his system, the action was understandable. Jimi lets out a silent laugh, shaking his head at his friend's almost annoying attitude. He smiles at her and gives her a quick hug.
Feyi! Babe, you are looking good!! Your brother didn’t tell me you’d be coming!”

Jimi's mind: Damn, if no be say she be Deji sister ah! God! see breast. The ting be like the paw paw wey I buy for market today.
She laughs, totally amused. “Jimi!!! It was last minute.  What’s up?”
Jimi lets out something that sounded like a chuckle, Feyi wasn't too sure but at least he wasn't frowning, "maybe he is drunk" she says to her to herself.
"Cool, cool I’m good, it’s been a while! Let me buy you a drink.
Her face expresses relief; she wasn't planning on paying for anything tonight.
"Oh, Amaka," she gently tugs at her friend's purse, pulling her closer, "This is my brother Deji. Deji, can you keep Amaka company; I’d be right back. No embarrassing stories please!
Feyi and Jimi make their way through the clumped up crowd on the dance floor heading towards the bar leaving Amaka and Deji glancing uncomfortably at each other. She looked back to give Amaka an evil glare, as if to say "you better be careful of my brother".
The club was as packed as sardines in a can and almost smelt the same way too. "Thank God for vip" she says to herself, still trying to make her way through to the bar.  She couldn't breathe properly and was forced to curse under her breath. Jimi taps her shoulder, she looks over and his eyes spoke the words clearly "are you ok?" She smiled back and says, "I'm alright Jimi."
Meanwhile Amaka and Deji were still trying to get over the awkward silence between them, with Deji cracking his head, trying to figure out something conversation worthy.
"So, Amaka what do you want something to drink?, I've got... "
Amaka interrupted him abruptly, "Umm, No Thanks Deji. I can't have anymore alcohol in my system, except you want me dancing on tables."

Deji's mind: Ugh, see this one, she dey form but damn her voice sweet o. Mehn she go drink by force by fire, see lips, she be like person wey go sabi.
 "Why? Come on...  Gordon Sparks? or Smirnoff?".
Amaka smiles as Deji calls the waiter. After a couple of bottles, Deji stands stretching his hands out.  "Come on, let’s go dance. I'm not asking you so you can’t say no." She drops the glass and walks to the dance-floor with him.
Meanwhile Jimi and Feyi had been dancing like cra-a-azy, as they never made it to the bar. There was no point wasting the fun when they had each other. Although her legs were aching, she was willing to go the extra mile for Jimi.

Then it happened.

She caught sight of her brother and sighed, almost as if to say "I knew it". Letting out a loud laugh subconsciously, she looked closely again, to watch for his next stream of actions.
Is Deji exchanging numbers with Amaka? Oh So it's like that now? She thought as she reached for her phone to text her brother.

LOL, MUMU What do you think you're doing? SHE HAS A BOYFRIEND OH, ODE :P
Deji's eyes widens with disappointment, almost upset as he read his sister's text. "Damn" he curses in his mind, "So I just wasted my time, well let’s see about that. Boyfriend ay?" He lets out a soft hiss and turns to look ar Amaka one more time, "Well, not for long".

Friday Night Series: A Way To Start The Weekend

Friday Night
What a way to end the week!
{Friday 24th December 2010 6:12 pm Toronto}
“What to do on a Friday night? Go home and sleep for 12 hours? It’s the weekend thank God! No work until monday, I’m going to relax.."

While Mr. Taye Idowu was waiting for the train, he plugs in his earphones and starts to listen to his iPod. Taking his time to look around his environment he notices a woman by the telephone booth to his left, trying to pull her blouse down from underneath her skirt. He smiles and says “Downtown Toronto.” Turning to the other direction he notices an old man sitting on the floor with his cap turned over and drops some coins for the old man.
Still listening to the contents of his iPod he looks over to the other platform where he sees a pregnant dark skinned young woman who looked like him. The thought of her being his long lost twin sister came knocking but he pushed the thought away, she went missing 7 years ago and in a different country.
Holding her belly the young woman found a seat and sat on it. Watching the woman closely, he noticed that she began to weep. He got concerned and thought of crossing over the bridge to the other platform, but he said “It is none of my business, everyone is dealing with their own issues.
Focusing on his iPod he skips the current track, just as he looks up he sees the beautiful pregnant woman standing beyond the red line and it seemed like she was going to jump. “What in hell is she thinking” he thought to himself.
His train arrives and he walks in, but before the train’s door closes he runs out because he was feeling uncomfortable leaving the woman alone. He waits patiently for the train to pass to see what she was up to. After his train leaves, he sees the young woman still standing by the red line. A younger lady was asking her to step back but she paid her no attention. The sound of the train was coming from the distance and she moved a little closer to the tracks. Mr. Taye begins to wave aggressively trying to get the woman’s attention but she looked determined to jump.
Tears began to form in his eyes while he was mumbling some words, “Don’t, don’t” “Please” “Please don’t.” Then he raised his voice a little louder “Please do not jump” She looked up at him and then looked down at the tracks. He looks around trying to figure out the fastest route to get to her before she jumps, he attempts to run towards the bridge leading to the other platform but just as he moves, she jumps. The tears at this point began to fall from his eyes.
He gets home and switches his television on and the headline on CBC News is
“27 year old pregnant woman, commits suicide by jumping in front of the Yonge-University Line. Her name was Mrs. Kehinde Badmus. There was no suicide note in sight.”  

Could she have been my twin sister? What has become of my friday, and my weekend?


the old "ones" pass...

the new "ones" come...

new "ones" become old...

the old "ones" become the one...

even when there is a new "ones"...

the thought of having more than one "ones" comes...

but a choice has to be made because no matter how the "english" can be said or how the truth can be manipulated to make sense,  more than one, "ones" isnt one any more...

but i stay true to the one...

just me n my one...

we equal one...


Adam: Vol 1

long time ago,

Back before there was nothing,

From nothing, I become something.

Something placed somewhere in Everything.

asked myself.
 How am I supposed to cope? What am I supposed to do? Why am I here? What is my purpose in life? What exactly am I to do? What are these thoughts? Where do they come from? Have they occurred before? What is this that I am doing? What is this? Do I know?

I have to find out
I need to know.
I need to connect with what it is.

I am is?
or I am it?
or Am I made for it?
or Am I  m a d e for it?
or it has a reason for me?

Or I am it.
Or it is me?

What is this?
And it exists?
There can be an It?

It must be greater

No... I am greater.

It must be greater.

Can it be greater?

No. NO. 

I am greater, yes

It is greater, yes.

No it is greater, no I am greater. 


I am Adam.

I am Adam.

I am Adam.


What She Said...

"Where did you hear that one now..."
The words she said when she was told the first time.

"I dont think he is my type, plus you can never know if he is serious or not."
The words she said, every time someone approached her about him...

"I think he is a nice person, you just have to get to know him"
The words she said trying to defend him...

"I dont know?, he is in Ohio with his girlfriend. I guess he is fine"
The words she said when they asked about him...

"Why do u people keep asking me about him, please he is history"
The words she said when she met some1 else...

"I am a big girl, I can take care of myself"
What she says to make herself feel better.