This nigga is impossible, in my last post I said someone gave me a gift that was really hard to return, well, it was Mr. Stalker himself, he got me some nice pair of shoes but I knew that accepting it would be the end of me, I cant even start talking bout the drama that went down when I was trying to return the shit. The guy started with rejecting it is rejecting him and so forth, that even gave me more incentive to return it.
The guy has since been harassing me with phone calls and text messages which I neither pick up or reply, the sad thing is I have to see him in class everyday, graduation should hurry up and come ooo, let me highlight some texts I’ve gotten from Mr. Psychopath.
*Ever since I met u, I realized something, you’re my future wife and I’ve stopped looking for someone to share my life with*(how does someone you’ve rejected a million times come off with this shit)
*Thanks for the prayer, somehow I know you have prayed for me, I was ill and I’m feeling much better now. I am nothing without you, please keep the prayers coming, my wife. Thanks* (I was like this is one deluded son of a bitch, I had to reply this, my reply is next)
*You’re a fucking delusional lunatic, I don’t know how many times you need to get rejected to get it into your fucking head that I would never want you, please stop harassing me and I am not joking*. (In some peoples heads this would dissuade anyone, but not this guy, you won’t believe what he sent next)
How are you? You’re a delusioned (his typo) lunatic- a special way of saying I love you (what the f#$*), if you keep rejecting me, you keep reducing my life span- its destiny, I’m ill again.
People, this is what I’m being subjected to, keep in mind that these are just a few of the texts. I have no idea what to do, this guy is making me loose my mind, if this was Yankee, I would have gone to the police, but alas this na Lagos, I need help, someone please help me.
Saw transformers today, it was off the hook, everyone should see it.
Sunday, 22 July 2007
Wednesday, 18 July 2007
UNILAG
School has started in all its glory, from lecturers screaming for you to get out of their offices to lecturers sexually harassing you, girls looking like they just stepped out of glamour mag. My first week of school was tres wonderful, if I could say so myself.
I started the week off with my stalker giving me a present I didn’t want, he dropped it off at my house while I was at the cinema, you won’t believe how much of a nightmare returning it was, it was drama after drama.
My second wonderful moment was when a lecturer thought it would be appropriate to put his hand down my shirt, I was bewildered for a moment and then I started shouting at the man like he was my little brother, I told him to apologize which he did eventually, it was really sick.
But the highlight of the week, wait for it, wait for it, drum roll please, my phone got stolen right under my nose, it was too sad I couldn’t cry, one minute it was on the table, turn around for a second and then it just disappears. I’m not as upset over the phone as I am over my contacts.
Okay, so that was my week, I wonder what the rest of the semester brings, people please pray for me to get money to buy a phone ooo, being that I don’t have an aristo or a boyfriend, this lady is an independent woman who’s as broke as hell, I wasn’t anticipating this when I was doing all that shopping for school. Ciao
I started the week off with my stalker giving me a present I didn’t want, he dropped it off at my house while I was at the cinema, you won’t believe how much of a nightmare returning it was, it was drama after drama.
My second wonderful moment was when a lecturer thought it would be appropriate to put his hand down my shirt, I was bewildered for a moment and then I started shouting at the man like he was my little brother, I told him to apologize which he did eventually, it was really sick.
But the highlight of the week, wait for it, wait for it, drum roll please, my phone got stolen right under my nose, it was too sad I couldn’t cry, one minute it was on the table, turn around for a second and then it just disappears. I’m not as upset over the phone as I am over my contacts.
Okay, so that was my week, I wonder what the rest of the semester brings, people please pray for me to get money to buy a phone ooo, being that I don’t have an aristo or a boyfriend, this lady is an independent woman who’s as broke as hell, I wasn’t anticipating this when I was doing all that shopping for school. Ciao
Friday, 6 July 2007
SAINTS OR SINNERS
The concept of right and wrong, we’re all supposed to know about it right, but believe it or not some people don’t. The question I always ask that usually evades me is, if someone lives a certain lifestyle that the person doesn’t know is wrong, where will the person go when they die.
Imagine a child that was born with witchcraft around him/her, therefore the child grows up thinking that is a way of life, if said child dies, do they go to hell. Some years back there was a small colony discovered in our very own naija, these people were prowling around near nakedness and worshipping idols, they didn’t know any different, if any of them died where would they go. In the Victorian days incest was a common practice, cousins got married; brother and sister had sexual relations and so forth, what was in store for them in the afterlife. In all these situations, these people didn’t know any better and were living according to their society, so will they suffer a fate they didn’t know they were headed to. In our courts of law they say ignorance is not a defense, does the same apply to a higher plane.
There was a guy sometime ago in naij that stole 4 million Naira from his employers, it was some hotel, and he gave the money to the church. Did he think he did something wrong, he didn’t keep a cent for himself, how would this person be judged. What about the man who doesn’t have a religion but believes in the existence of a higher being, he talks to this higher being, he’s a good person and does a lot of good for the world, he lives his life with minimal sin, but what happens to him after death because of the religion clause.
I’ve tried to answer these questions, but I cant, yet I always seem to wonder about these things, do you think you have an answer.
Imagine a child that was born with witchcraft around him/her, therefore the child grows up thinking that is a way of life, if said child dies, do they go to hell. Some years back there was a small colony discovered in our very own naija, these people were prowling around near nakedness and worshipping idols, they didn’t know any different, if any of them died where would they go. In the Victorian days incest was a common practice, cousins got married; brother and sister had sexual relations and so forth, what was in store for them in the afterlife. In all these situations, these people didn’t know any better and were living according to their society, so will they suffer a fate they didn’t know they were headed to. In our courts of law they say ignorance is not a defense, does the same apply to a higher plane.
There was a guy sometime ago in naij that stole 4 million Naira from his employers, it was some hotel, and he gave the money to the church. Did he think he did something wrong, he didn’t keep a cent for himself, how would this person be judged. What about the man who doesn’t have a religion but believes in the existence of a higher being, he talks to this higher being, he’s a good person and does a lot of good for the world, he lives his life with minimal sin, but what happens to him after death because of the religion clause.
I’ve tried to answer these questions, but I cant, yet I always seem to wonder about these things, do you think you have an answer.
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