Sunday, October 30, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
AND HE CALLED HIMSELF MY FRIEND
Hey Tunji, do you remember the love letter written on the board and the one that was handwritten and addressed to Eniola? Nobody ever claimed responsibility for it, remember my predictions and remember your blackmail. Sometimes I wondered what was on my mind that I had to confide in a person like you'.
The above was a letter to my friend when we were in J. S. S 3. But I never sent that letter because I realised that I was wrong, because its when you are in trouble that you know who your real friends are. Tunji stood by me despite the fact that I was accused of writing a love letter to a person that I didn't even like. Now, you've got to know that in those days, such things as writing letters were classified as punishable offences in school and moreover I had a history with stuffs like that back from primary school days, I enjoyed or how would I put it now? I enjoyed expressing myself with written words than saying it out. So because of that I found myself getting in trouble more than often because of certain write ups that have been written by me. Indeed, as a person that loves putting things in black and white, my predictive capabilities are second to none. It was easy for me to tell the outcome of seeming circumstances, hence, my dreams were also exceptional and precise. Precise in the sense that I was able to tell the future accurately without having prior knowledge of the circumstances that heralded the dream. It was a strange ability for a young boy of around 12years of age to have. Not having anyone to confide upon, I confided in my best friend then, Tunji. I saw in a dream that a classmate of ours was going to die, so I told Tunji. In good faith he heard it, and as a good friend he told me to calm down that nothing of that sort can happen. I did calm down but two weeks after my dream, a guy died in our class indeed and I was distraut. It was painful because I thought that I could have done something to stop that thing from happening but instead I calmed down.You wont believe what Tunji did afterwards to me, he got me to do any thing he wanted by blackmail. He told me that the he was going to report me to the rest of the J. S. S 2 folks that I was responsible for little Layiwola's death. I was scared, as in terrified as though I was thrown into a lion's den. That blackmail worked on me like a charm, based on the fact that I was already a known face in the school staff room for the troubles that I started with my pen and papers, so being associated with witchcraft seemed to me like a death sentence.
Tunji's blackmail got us to be friends till J. S. S 3 despite the fact that we fought severally and his last stroke was always to use the blackmail to draw me back to his beck and call. That dude was very smart but I was stupid. You know something funny? Everyone always marvelled at our friendship because whenever we fought, we always got back together and our classmates always refered to us as 'hens'.
To be continued
This story and its characters are completely fictional. It isn't an attempt to attack anyone or discredit anyone.
By Ojuola Tolulope Daniel
Source: http://www.facebook.com/#!/note.php?...d=389654403656
'I walked in while they were kissing, I was dumbfounded, neither Tunji nor Tosin knew that I was there at all, because I left before they knew it.'
How is it possible that my bestfriend was kissing my girlfriend? Well, my case wouldn't have been the first of its kind. You probably have heard alot of people talking about this kind of betrayal, it is no more new. But this case is peculiar, not because it happened to me, but because of the circumstances that led to it happening.
Tunji is a fine boy, he had always been the most handsome of our pair. Girls naturally warm up to him but Tunji wasn't in anyway smart about how he handled them. Sometimes he'd be involved with a girl and break up with her almost immediately because the girl wanted something that he couldn't give.
Myself on the other hand didn't possess Tunji's looks or swags as people call it now. I was just a charming young chap with a very good taste in women (at least I thought so). So it would be reasonable to call us both two sides of a coin. Tunji had the looks, I had the brains. In those days, looks were more lucrative when it came to getting the hottest girls than brains. We were in S. S. 1 and we attended the same tutorial centre. In our tutorial centre, there were a flock of girls that were ready to date any guy that was cute enough for them. Naturally, Tunji was the luckier of the pair, a very pretty looking girl practically asked him out, but she wanted to play hard to get for a little while. So I intervened on my friends' behalf, employing all my charms to get the girl to talk to me about how she trully felt about Tunji. Indeed the negotiations went on for a long period and I also got involved with a pretty girl named Tosin, who practically told me that I wasn't the kind of guy she'ld love to date but she'll manage me because I'm smart (imagine that!). Being with Tosin helped me to understand girls to a very good extent. So I got very close to Bunmi, Tunji's girlfriend to be. But the girl didn't budge, infact she told me point blank that my friend isn't smart, that if he was smart enough that she'll probably be in his arms already.
Bunmi had a friend by the name of Tope, who I happened to share a few of her passions like poetry, rock music and writing. I got really engrossed in my friendship with her that I probably was ignoring my girlfriend, who was so fragile despite her rather bratish attitude.
Tosin went to Tunji and reported me to him that I was cheating on her. By the time Tunji told me about her claim, it sounded funny to my ears because Tope already told me categorically that she doesn't date secondary school boys who couldn't even afford to treat her out or foot her other expenses. So I went back to my girl and made things right with her. Meanwhile Tunji finally had his breakthrough with Bunmi and they already a couple. But I didn't end my obsession with Tope, as we exchanged books and rock c.ds. Tosin was always jealous and she told me to stop seeing her. I concured, and I deviced other ways to see Tope. In truth, my relationship with her was harmless, but Tosin would have none of that. So the story went and I got to lesson rather late than normal on that beautiful friday evening. I was held up by my dad's arrival from Kiev, Ukraine and he wanted to see me. By the time I got to the tutorial centre, I didn't go straight to the classroom because I was late and my arrival would have disrupted the flow of lectures, so I went to our enclave in that tutorial centre, that was situated on the rooftop, there I saw Tunji clearly kissing and smooshing my babe, and she responded so well that I was forced to stare for awhile as if I was watching a love scene in a movie. They didn't even notice me staring at them, they just kept on doing it and obviously they were so much in the hots for each other.
So I left without alerting either of them. Why I didn't stop them, I have never been able to figure it out. But that was how the cookie crumbled.
To be continued...
This story wasn't written to spite anyone. The story and the characters are purely fictional. Please drop a comment to encourage the writer.
BY OJUOLA TOLULOPE DANIEL
SOURCE: http://www.facebook.com/#!/note.php?...d=389957563656
The above was a letter to my friend when we were in J. S. S 3. But I never sent that letter because I realised that I was wrong, because its when you are in trouble that you know who your real friends are. Tunji stood by me despite the fact that I was accused of writing a love letter to a person that I didn't even like. Now, you've got to know that in those days, such things as writing letters were classified as punishable offences in school and moreover I had a history with stuffs like that back from primary school days, I enjoyed or how would I put it now? I enjoyed expressing myself with written words than saying it out. So because of that I found myself getting in trouble more than often because of certain write ups that have been written by me. Indeed, as a person that loves putting things in black and white, my predictive capabilities are second to none. It was easy for me to tell the outcome of seeming circumstances, hence, my dreams were also exceptional and precise. Precise in the sense that I was able to tell the future accurately without having prior knowledge of the circumstances that heralded the dream. It was a strange ability for a young boy of around 12years of age to have. Not having anyone to confide upon, I confided in my best friend then, Tunji. I saw in a dream that a classmate of ours was going to die, so I told Tunji. In good faith he heard it, and as a good friend he told me to calm down that nothing of that sort can happen. I did calm down but two weeks after my dream, a guy died in our class indeed and I was distraut. It was painful because I thought that I could have done something to stop that thing from happening but instead I calmed down.You wont believe what Tunji did afterwards to me, he got me to do any thing he wanted by blackmail. He told me that the he was going to report me to the rest of the J. S. S 2 folks that I was responsible for little Layiwola's death. I was scared, as in terrified as though I was thrown into a lion's den. That blackmail worked on me like a charm, based on the fact that I was already a known face in the school staff room for the troubles that I started with my pen and papers, so being associated with witchcraft seemed to me like a death sentence.
Tunji's blackmail got us to be friends till J. S. S 3 despite the fact that we fought severally and his last stroke was always to use the blackmail to draw me back to his beck and call. That dude was very smart but I was stupid. You know something funny? Everyone always marvelled at our friendship because whenever we fought, we always got back together and our classmates always refered to us as 'hens'.
To be continued
This story and its characters are completely fictional. It isn't an attempt to attack anyone or discredit anyone.
By Ojuola Tolulope Daniel
Source: http://www.facebook.com/#!/note.php?...d=389654403656
'I walked in while they were kissing, I was dumbfounded, neither Tunji nor Tosin knew that I was there at all, because I left before they knew it.'
How is it possible that my bestfriend was kissing my girlfriend? Well, my case wouldn't have been the first of its kind. You probably have heard alot of people talking about this kind of betrayal, it is no more new. But this case is peculiar, not because it happened to me, but because of the circumstances that led to it happening.
Tunji is a fine boy, he had always been the most handsome of our pair. Girls naturally warm up to him but Tunji wasn't in anyway smart about how he handled them. Sometimes he'd be involved with a girl and break up with her almost immediately because the girl wanted something that he couldn't give.
Myself on the other hand didn't possess Tunji's looks or swags as people call it now. I was just a charming young chap with a very good taste in women (at least I thought so). So it would be reasonable to call us both two sides of a coin. Tunji had the looks, I had the brains. In those days, looks were more lucrative when it came to getting the hottest girls than brains. We were in S. S. 1 and we attended the same tutorial centre. In our tutorial centre, there were a flock of girls that were ready to date any guy that was cute enough for them. Naturally, Tunji was the luckier of the pair, a very pretty looking girl practically asked him out, but she wanted to play hard to get for a little while. So I intervened on my friends' behalf, employing all my charms to get the girl to talk to me about how she trully felt about Tunji. Indeed the negotiations went on for a long period and I also got involved with a pretty girl named Tosin, who practically told me that I wasn't the kind of guy she'ld love to date but she'll manage me because I'm smart (imagine that!). Being with Tosin helped me to understand girls to a very good extent. So I got very close to Bunmi, Tunji's girlfriend to be. But the girl didn't budge, infact she told me point blank that my friend isn't smart, that if he was smart enough that she'll probably be in his arms already.
Bunmi had a friend by the name of Tope, who I happened to share a few of her passions like poetry, rock music and writing. I got really engrossed in my friendship with her that I probably was ignoring my girlfriend, who was so fragile despite her rather bratish attitude.
Tosin went to Tunji and reported me to him that I was cheating on her. By the time Tunji told me about her claim, it sounded funny to my ears because Tope already told me categorically that she doesn't date secondary school boys who couldn't even afford to treat her out or foot her other expenses. So I went back to my girl and made things right with her. Meanwhile Tunji finally had his breakthrough with Bunmi and they already a couple. But I didn't end my obsession with Tope, as we exchanged books and rock c.ds. Tosin was always jealous and she told me to stop seeing her. I concured, and I deviced other ways to see Tope. In truth, my relationship with her was harmless, but Tosin would have none of that. So the story went and I got to lesson rather late than normal on that beautiful friday evening. I was held up by my dad's arrival from Kiev, Ukraine and he wanted to see me. By the time I got to the tutorial centre, I didn't go straight to the classroom because I was late and my arrival would have disrupted the flow of lectures, so I went to our enclave in that tutorial centre, that was situated on the rooftop, there I saw Tunji clearly kissing and smooshing my babe, and she responded so well that I was forced to stare for awhile as if I was watching a love scene in a movie. They didn't even notice me staring at them, they just kept on doing it and obviously they were so much in the hots for each other.
So I left without alerting either of them. Why I didn't stop them, I have never been able to figure it out. But that was how the cookie crumbled.
To be continued...
This story wasn't written to spite anyone. The story and the characters are purely fictional. Please drop a comment to encourage the writer.
BY OJUOLA TOLULOPE DANIEL
SOURCE: http://www.facebook.com/#!/note.php?...d=389957563656
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