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Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Rich Man VS Poor Man (Story of my holiday)
















Rich Man…. Happy Man

 Please note that the beginning part of this post is story.... Fery fery long one.... and yes... it took me about ... ok i started shortly after easter sha... so please calculate the time...


>Leaving school that Wednesday to the airport with my friend, my thought was Abuja should be fun...

>I was going to celebrate easter with my friends in Abuja...

>Just hang out, do guy things, meet girls and make hook ups for job connect. (graduation already pinged us)...

>All my thoughts were this three day trip/holiday will be madt fun (It should... what could stop it?)...

>Arrived airport, booked our flight and blah blah blah… (oh yeah we did not hook up with those two babes... keeping our game fresh for Abuja i suppose)...

>Tosin and I got back to Ota, went to visit our normal eating joint ‘Amazing grace’ (I don't think the food is that amazing or goes down graceful but then :X)...

>Tosin says lets go to see our first love…

>Now our first love is one woman Tosin, Adebayo, Obaro and some other of our friends can share...

>She is the only one any of us is allowed to visit and you know, have a nice, lovely time when we feel like...

>Maybe because she does not judge us, she understands our needs, she feels our urge to leave school and come and spend a sad time with her...

>Sometimes we are all present at the same time having a good time with her, she takes care of our needs at the same time... (wink)…

>Shes that good…

>She takes care of our needs well except erm..uhmm..the one that remains as a result of her lets say taking care of us…

>She brought about some saying I coined ‘you think its hard sleeping with a broken heart, try sleeping with an erection’…

>You see our first love is a place where we visit and drink palmwine, pelebe (some local drink consisting of things I dont know) and pomo...

>Now you have met our first love..

>I wont ask what your mind was thinking...

>Just smh for you. It's alright. I led you on...

>I tell Tosin we would go later, and we go to school instead…

>Soon we end up at first love where we start to drink away…

>you remember this picture ..... 

>yeah this is first love…

>Well, this evening I was having a mixture of palmwine and pelebe and well into my third cup when I start to feel like there was a possibility to get high tonight...

>Lovely!!!!!!!!

>Something tugs at me to stop that I could get erm uhm hmm (this is why I don't answer my inner warnings because it couldn’t tell me what the danger exactly was.. something it really needs to work on)...

>But I don’t stop and before I know it, we are playing a game of konse konse (concentration).

>Please run away from this game as it has fucked me up everytime I have ever played it..

>The rules are these… someone calls out a group or defines a set say x={names of private schools in Nigeria} and starts to mention them.. the person who misses takes a shot of alcohol.

>Lovely game I tell you…

>We used pelebe instead of alcohol this day even though pelebe is a mixture of all sorts of herbs + alcohol…

>So we started playing and as you would expect, I had to down some shots.. lots of shots…

>I sent a friend a text and told her to get me food that I was drunk and shes like if you were drunk, you wouldn’t say and blah blah blah.. I told her to just get the food.. minutes later I told her not to worry because I couldn’t eat in the state I was in.. so Obaro and I walk back to school.. (Obaro is always walking me to school when I get drunk.. kisses.. please feel to interprete anyway your misguided self helps you to).

>Dear reader, I WAS FUCKING FUCKED UP ALREADY!!!

>I thank God for the fact that in such state, I can still comprehend thongs sorry things very well, I just cant keep a straight path (I will if challenged but you get sha)

>So I walk into school drunk, greet the security guards, laugh and say ‘’ahh, chairman, kosowo menh,tomorrow etc’’

>I get to hostel and before even getting into my room already meroved my shirt, and underwear tee shirt and

>slam!!!  (ok it did not sound slam).

>I just fall on my bed and …………………….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

>Straight up……

>Next thing I remember is I wake up and I got to the toilet at the end of the corridor to pee...

>Sleep again and repeat step above...

>This time from my balcony… toilet far menh...

>Ibrahim sees this and is like ‘Ay im disappointed in you’...

>I'm in my head thinking.. guy you dnt know how far that toilet is sha...

>This time around I feel the urge to puke so I get a bucket and put it beside me on the bed... (I'm always lucid even when drunk... NO! you can't call me a control freak)...

>I'm always in control during alcohol digestion...

>Finally I couldn’t sleep again as I felt the urge to throw up but couldn’t so I stick my hand in my throat and did...

>All the pelebe just came out and first thing I thought was… ‘hiss.. see waste.. why din't me stomach process this now’

>I then start to drink water and throw up more and more...

>By morning, I had thrown up about half of a bucket...

>And my thoart felt like it was on fire so I send my friends to get me gascol for 'heartburn’...

>I was weak, tired and needed sleep… luckily for me my body had to rest to so I was finally able to sleep in the morning...

>Oh I forgot to mention, our flight was 2:35pm so there was time now...

>I woke around 11am and was too weak to do anything, Tosin packed for me...

>I managed to get to the bathroom, just stood under the shower as I was hot...

>Oh I forgot, I was having fever days before that day...

>Finally we leave for the airport and I'm drinking lucozade to gain some energy...

>We get to the airport, get our boarding passes and decide to eat some pizza before our flight was called...

>So Tosin, Esther and I entered double 44 and order pizza...

>By this time I had almost finished a whole gascol trying to treat my ‘heartburn’...

>Then I went to buy ‘gestid’ and started drinking it from there (the pharmacist must have thought that was the new high the way I just opened it and started gulping the shege)...

>Our pizza came and what I had been suspecting was finally confirmed...

>*place dirty thought here*...

>I couldn’t swallow (ok this sounds wrong)...

>I was hungry, I had appetite, I could chew but it was PAIN to swallow...

>Unknown to me my tonsils were swollen, most of my throat was swollen as I felt pain all through to my belly...

>I managed to eat just one slice of pizza that I dint finish (still vexing)...

>At this time, even drinking was PAINFUL...

>Swallowing spit was PAINFUL...

>Plus I had this PAIN constantly in my chest...

>I was in PAINS but no way I was going to let this dampen my fun spirit so I put on a cheerful face and was my normal self safe when the pain took me bad...

>I was with friends and they were concerned.. I don’t want to spoil the trip for them..

>I struck up a convo with my seat partner, met his wife and kids and started a lovely convo...

>There is this convo spirit that comes on me at times and I talk talk and talk about everything possible, make jokes, sensible ones to retarded ones (why cant government work on bumpy roads (turbulence) in the air, has my seat partner taken this road (air route) before? nigga must have had his longest flight ever)...

>I couldn’t eat on the plane...

>By now im holding two bottles of medicine and drinking and thinking it is just slow to act...

>By the time we landed in Abuja, the pain was worse...

>blah blah blah...

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Rich man…. Happy man

>See, I was in abuja to have fun….

>I had money on me….

>I was going to blow money...

>But you see, I couldn’t swallow...

>Something i do everyday and not notice...

>And hence I couldn’t enjoy myself... (I love food)...

>In short I was in constant pain...

>I was in Abuja from Thursday and by Saturday I still hadn’t eaten anything... :(

>One thing that happened on Friday was we went out and I ordered food for everyone and some for me...

>Thinking noway noway a grub like me would see food and pain wont go...

>Omo it dint oo!!!!!!!!

>I only took a test bite and gave up the food...

>Ordered pepper soup for myself thinking I should at least be able to withstand liquid but same thing...

>Gave it up...

>To my hungry friends who dint waste time clearing up the food...

>So here I was buying and buying and I couldn’t eat a sinlge thing...

>Others were eating and drinking...

>I finally understood what my mom meant when she would pray and say 'Thank you Lord that we are not in the same shoes as the rich man who had to be fed via tube'...

>And the title of this blog struck me...

>Rich man….. happy man…. Life is short...

>I was to spend 3 days in abuja...

>Have a good holiday and get out but somehow this wasn’t to be...

>But one thing is I never let anything get in the way of my fun so not even the fever I was feeling or the tonsil whatever could hold me down...

>I had my fun because I knew I had limited time... (i had to)...

>I had to be happy...

>I actually missed my flight back to lagos on Sunday...

>Lovely!!!!!!!!!!

>While riding back into town, Victor packed the car, Tosin and I got out and started jerking on the road...

>I even stuck my head out of the car roof...

>We had to be stupid.. we were given one more day to enjoy Abuja...

>I was given one more chance to have some fun...

>What I want to bring out is this….

>Somehow somewhere, we lose/lost track of what brings us happiness...

>We lost our reason to be happy...

>We don’t even know what makes us happy...

>People find happiness in a lot of things...

>Money isn’t happiness...

>Yes, money brings happiness... (It really really does)...

>But it can never substitute for it...

>A millionaire that cant take anything except milk isn’t a happy millionaire...

>I was in the middle of happiness but somehow I couldn’t tap into it like i should have...

>I had problem laughing too...

>A rich man is never always the happiest of us all...

>The rich also cry... (big fat salty tears i suppose)...

>I happen to be a very happy, jovial person...

>People reckon I'm always laughing, they have never seen me angry, sad etc...

>People actually find it weird seeing me frown...

>I sometimes get questions like ‘what is wrong with you, you are not looking your self today’... (I was probably hungry or on konji and thinking hot to fix this)...

>Apart from feeling special, it tells me that people see me as a happy person...

>Me in Abuja wasn’t all too happy but seeing as I had a short while to stay managed to gather my happy chi out and have some fun...

>And fun I did have even though I spent Saturday morning in the hospital (that was when the doctor told me I had inflamed tonsils and not heartburns and that I should gargle warm water and salt… what!!!! I should have started that treatment before I left lagos and will be ok by Friday instead of situation getting critical)...

>So here is my advice...

>Life is short (Thurdays – Sunday)...

>Sometimes we get an opportunity and live longer (missed flight and postpones to Monday)...

>We should remember to get the best out of life (be happy)...

>Forget that life is all about money...

>Money you cant enjoy is wasted effort...

>So smile, cry, dance and do everything that makes you happy because one day you will look back and see that it was all that mattered... (and you might be staring down the barrel of a gun... sssmmmiiilllleeee.. :D)...



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