A Night with Your WCW

“I’m not one to talk about my personal life on social media, I love to be in control of what side of me that social media sees, especially as regards my intimate relationships….”. I looked at the lines and thought “oh well, it’s not bad for a starting line”, and then I sat back to ponder- “do I really tell the story or do I just lock the memory up in my mind’s vault?” I was going to pick the option of not spilling, and then it hit me, that someone out here could pick a thing or two from the thread. I looked at the time, and saw it was few minutes to clock-off, and if I started typing, I could be there till the next day, plus I didn’t want to miss the chance to get a free ride from a colleague, considering that I had made the awful mistake of deciding to keep my car at home and come to work by public transport. I shut down the office computer, turned the air conditioner off, picked my phone, as that was the only thing that came with me to the office that day, and stepped out of the o…

Madam HR

It was a Friday night, I stayed back at work after everyone had left, to run the organization's server updates, so that no bugger in the form of a director or any member of staff working weekends would bother my weekend. I checked my laptop to see the movies I was downloading... and added more to the download. Damn! I loved my job as an I.T. guy, perks- the best WiFi for free!!!, now before you scuff at me, I understand your resentment for I.T. guys & especially H.R., well, in my case I was different. I was not one to hide the good WiFi password from you if you asked, I was not one to tell you to pay tens of thousands to install an Antivirus program that the company paid for, & I also was not one to smile mischievously or frown when called upon to attend to a colleague's system, I did it all with joy, and that made me very loved by all, except the new HR boss, I had reasons to believe she hated me with passion,and as such, I avoided her like a plague. 
I had my weekend …

The Chronicles of Papi: Back in Lagos

Papi- Back in Lagos My mission to the village did not go as planned. The original plan was to storm the village and impress those villagers, but the reverse was the case, I was oppressed out of the village by my parents and cousins, but I did not allow that depress me, rather I was determined to just go back to Lagos and brood (Were you expecting some motivational desire to inspire so you can acquire what you require before you retire without getting tired crap?)
The trip to the village was awesome and comfortable, even though my heart was in my mouth throughout the flight, but you see the trip back to Lagos- My God! I suffered, I mean I saw terrible things on the bus I boarded. It all started when a woman with 5 children got on the bus and paid for only the space she was occupying, and without asking whether I was okay with the arrangement, she asked me to carry two of the children, two squeezed themselves between us, while she carried the last child. It was one ordeal to deal with t…

The Shared Secret

The Shared Secret By Bonnie
Lauretta was nervous, they had been friends for about 6 months and even though he knew everything about her, he hadn’t seen this one thing. He had assured her that he could handle it. He told her to trust him and have faith.
Lauretta had met Julian at a mutual friend’s party and since they both only knew the host at the party, it’s safe to say they bonded over their shared circumstance. That night, they had laughed and danced and he even offered to drop her off at home. Even though she was skeptical, she had given him the benefit of the doubt and she was glad she did. He had been a complete gentleman, driving her home, walking her to her gate and waiting there until he heard her lock up before leaving. She had never experienced such a level of chivalry among the men she had dated and even the ones she was friends with. The most anyone had done was wait in their car until she got into her gate before zooming off. Julian was different and that stuck. It hadn…

Imperfectly Perfect Flaws

Imperfectly Perfect Flaws
I sat in my office, and kept staring at the time. It felt like time had suddenly taken several steps backwards “wasn’t it five minutes more to clock off, like 10 minutes ago?” I asked myself. A quick check through my backpack to make sure I was not leaving anything behind, made me realize I had forgotten my laptop charger, I picked it up and made to leave the office “from here to the biometric scanner plus clocking out will take the 2 minutes left, and then I’ll be able to shout thank God it’s Friday – cheers to the freaking weekend”. Just as I opened the door of my office to step out, I met Madam HR at the door trying to come in.
“One and only Madam HR!” I greeted.
“Please Wale, don’t tell me you’re leaving” She answered
“Happy Weekend Ma!” I said and stepped out of the office.
“But you’re still on duty” She said, and I stopped in my tracks and turned to face her, while also looking at the illuminated clock down the corridor.
“34, 35, 36…” I counted, and be…