A.M.A Writes

1 year later. John was standing at the altar with his father beside him standing as his best man. He looked around the audience and saw his mother with the biggest gele he had ever seen, dabbing her eyes with her handkerchief. If not for the seriousness of the occasion he would have laughed. Mummy Dele could not believe her son was finally getting married. He turned his eyes away from his mother and saw his baby sister. She had adjusted to things properly after her husband had been prosecuted and received a jail term of 15 years for spearheading the kidnap of Cynthia his soon-to-be wife and her friend Rachel. Their eyes met and se gave him a thumbs up. Lanre was with and she made him waved to John. Then, he heard the processional “here comes the bride” hymn and looked up ahead of him to see Cynthia in her beautiful white wedding gown walking slowly towards him with her father while everyone else stood up as she entered. He beamed, grinning from ear to ear. Today was officiall

When the doorbell rang, Cynthia didn’t know whether to answer it or not. The events of the day had taken a toll on her but yet she couldn’t sleep. She walked to the door and asked who it was. “Hey. It’s me John.” The voice behind the door said. She cautiously opened the door just a little bit to see the person. After the day’s events, she was learning how to be super safety conscious. When she saw his face and saw that it was john, she opened the door a little bit wider to let him in. She hurried him to get in quickly and locked the door quickly with the bolt and the key so that in case anyone was following him they wouldn’t be able to get in. “How are you doing?” John asked after she had locked the door and was now seated. “Honestly, I don’t know. But I’d be fine. I just need to get over the shock of everything that happened within the past 24 hours.” She replied “By the way, what should I get you? Water? Soft drink? Anything?” “No nothing. I don’t want you to stres

At the sighting of the first light of day, John got up and went to brush his teeth. His sleep all through the night was fitful so there was no point staying in bad tossing and turning. He had his bath hurriedly and sat waiting for the morning sun so that he could head out. He felt so powerless sitting at home waiting for the police to do something. He paced back and forth in his room. He couldn’t get why he was so restless. Cynthia was just a really good friend. His dad seemed to think otherwise though. He tried imagining his life without Cynthia in it and somehow he couldn’t even form the image in his head. He guess he had thought she would always be around. Now the thought of anything happening to her frightened the hell out of him. Shit! I might have just found the one lady to be serious with.  He thought to himself. His mum was going to freak out. Her son might get married as she had hoped and prayed and fasted for. He chuckled. But hat would only happen if she was found. Th

First he called his dad. He was silently praying he would pick the phone up because his dad usually put his phone on silent mode around this time of the evening. He didn’t want to disturb him but he needed his help. His dad was well connected and had the power to get the police to act. “Hello daddy. E kale sir.” He said after his dad picked up on the third ring. “Ah. Dele bawo ni?” his father asked. “Mo wa pa sir. What of mummy?” “She’s fine son.” “Daddy I need a favor from you. My friend is in trouble. She has been kidnapped along with a friend of hers. She sent me a message telling me that.” “Ah. Sorry o. What do you need me to do?” “I am headed to the police station to report the kidnapping. I have called them once but it seems like the number doesn’t work anymore. It’s not going through.” John said. “I know you are well respected in the police ranks. Could you please get them to do something about it? Call the IG or something.” “Hmmn Dele. This friend of your

It was during the December period about two weeks before Christmas. She had gone out to see a new movie she had been wanting to watch with Rachel one Friday evening. She was supposed to have gone with John but he had work related stuff to tidy up before he finally went on his well-deserved paid leave. He had called her to apologize and asked if she could go with Rachel instead with all expenses on him. Fortunately, Rachel had no plans that Friday evening. So they went. They had gone to the cinemas using a taxi because Cynthia didn’t want to go through the stress of driving and Rachel didn’t want to do that either. After the movie, they had had dinner and finally decided to go home as it was getting a bit late. They had flagged down a taxi and got in so as to go back home. By some stroke of fate they had both fallen asleep and didn’t notice when the driver started driving them through a bushy path. It was when the car ran into a deep porthole that they were jolted awake and they

While John waited for the  gate-man  to push the heavy wheeled gate open, he made a mental note to run a check on the business Terry said he was into. He had always had double mind about this guy but now it seemed like his worse fears were going to be confirmed. Before he finally drove out, he called Cynthia to find out if she had plans for the evening. As it turned out, she was free. They then made arrangements to check out the new gaming store in town, see a movie and probably have dinner. He could already feel himself getting excited as the call ended. He drove his car out of his parent’s compound and turned into the street. He couldn’t wait to get home and freshen up for the evening ahead.  When Cynthia got a call from him inviting her to hang out with him she wasn’t sure what to say to him. She didn’t want to hang out with a guy when she was not in a good state of mind but she didn’t want to be disturbing Rachel either. Rachel had plans for the night with Bobo and she didn’

John didn’t really want to go to this family dinner/lunch. He could just turn back and nothing spectacular would happen. It’s not as if his father was watching him through some lens and then would swiftly run the car like in the cartoons to chase after him. However, he would have to face his mother at some time and that was one thing he didn’t want to come face to face with. So he kept moving behind them some distance behind them and soon they got to his parents’ house. They all drove in with him making sure to park his car where he could easily make an escape should things go wrong. As he walked into the house, he could smell all kinds of wonderful things. He sighed. He had missed good home cooked food like this. At least that was one good thing about this forced family meal. He couldn’t wait to see what his mum had prepared for them. The steward started bringing in various dishes into the dining area. John was already salivating. He composed himself and went to the sitting roo

I was watching a show on tv yesterday. A new comedy of African Magic Urban called Hustle. Basically the story is about this Johnny Just Come a.k.a JJC that came from Jos to Lagos. Yesterday's episode was about him going on job hunting. He happened go for an interview after so much ruckus in the morning at the place where he was squatting and arrived there late. Fortunately for him, the incorrigibly rude receptionist was able to get him to be interviewed. Now here's the interesting part he had to pay 2500 Naira to be interviewed. Everyone who has lived in Lagos for a while knows where this is probably heading but still there might be some JJCs like that guy reading this so I decided to do a job hunting 101 crash course for them. The basic principles found in this crash course applies everywhere but most especially it is vital for those in Lagos. "But she's still just a student, what does she know about job hunting?" You might say. People say experience is the

Amanda’s thanksgiving service ended and Cynthia couldn’t wait to get home. Immediately after the pastor’s prayer’s she hurried to Amanda’s side to congratulate her, made arrangements for them to meet up and talk better later and she snuck out before her mother would make her stay behind for the family dinner. She didn’t want to stay one more minute with those obnoxious people. All through the service they had been looking at her with pity. Most of them knew about her broken engagement to Phil all thanks to her mother’s big mouth. She just wanted to get away from the stares. She got into her car and zoomed off. She didn’t want to go home. The house was empty and she wasn’t in a good mood to be at home alone. Then she remembered Rachel. She parked her car by the road and brought out her phone to call her. At the third ring Rachel picked up. “Hey Cynthia. What’s up?” “I am just okay. What about you?” Cynthia replied “I am good too. Are you sure you are okay? You sound a little

Hey there. How did your day go? I am hoping it was alright. I have been relatively new to Twitter. Had never really had a need for it till recently especially as it's one of the 'in' things now and ever since I joined it, I had been addicted. Addicted is probably too strong a word to describe the phase I am going through now but it has been really cool especially if you are following the right people. Anyways, I discovered a new favorite account today. #drumroll The  Sub Delivery Man . I usually saw their tweets been re-tweeted on my timeline but I usually just scrolled past it. This afternoon I saw it again and out of curiosity and boredom decided to check them out. I just kept scrolling and laughing till I got hooked. I continued scrolling till when I came across this tweet containing this hilarious story. The rat dropping from ceiling story. It was so funny I was really rolling on the floor laughing a.k.a rotfl. Here's the story. Now it's quite essent

His mother was getting closer by each step he took. He could already see the grin on her face fading going out when she realized the lady beside him she was hurrying to meet had been sneakily dismissed because of her. He looked back to see if Cynthia was still there. To his relief she wasn’t. His mum couldn’t ambush her to start asking questions. It was easier that way. Soon he caught up with his mum. He was already having an idea of how the conversation would go. He was already dreading. He decided to take control of it by starting the conversation first. “Hey mum. Where’s dad and Ronke?” “Hello to you too. Why did you suddenly dismiss the fine lady when you saw I was coming?” His mother asked without delay. He sighed. Could she not have let it slide? What kind of woman was this? “Mum you know how you are around any lady I am with. You make the most embarrassing of statements and I wanted to save her that embarrassment. You know I love you mum and I am proud of you but so

Image Credit: Google Images Hey there I am back today. How's your weekend going? *laughs*. Yes you read that right. How's your weekend going? After all, the government has added an extra day to our usual two-day weekend. I hope it is going well and you are enjoying yourselves. Well, I am here to do amebo again today. As we all probably know, Adekunle Gold's Gold Album (did you see the alliteration there? 'Gold's Gold album' ) has been around for a while now and it has a some good songs on it (at least the ones I have bothered to listen to). However, one particular song, one unique song with a lot of underlying messages interested me. It probably is my favorite song on the album, my current favorite. That Ariwo Ko song. Nice beat, great message. But now the thing or the koko is that the message is too strong, too direct. This probably is stale gist but since I haven't seen it on social media, it likely means it hasn't been brought up often.  Am I