Happy Valentine to our ladies reading this; just a quick bother, I hope to disappear into my cave once I get some answers. These questions I have had since time immemorial questions; but answers have eluded me as peace has eluded GEJ lately. You see, when I first started venturing to the murky world of online journalism, I thought Sabella was a lady and truth be told, I already bounced these questions off him. Quite disappointingly, it was revealed to me that Mrs. Sabella in fact was a male…a red-blooded one for that matter that have won various honors and medals in handling in his business. So in the absence of Mrs. Sabella I am bringing the questions to my sisters that are reading.
For real ladies, why can’t women just keep quiet? You see, I used to work at this mid-size engineering firm. If you ever been to a typical engineering faculty in any university (polytechnic graduates, please respect yourself), you will understand how masculine this setting is. It is all bags of bones. So, so hardware- no software. It gets so bad in our college days, that we had import nights. No be say we dey import better sef, if you see the dregs of education student that our unsociable self were able to kidnap to our import nights, you will mistake them for transsexuals in Amsterdamred light district. But if you think college was bad, try the workplace. In almost every engineering firm, women are outnumbered twenty five to one- that is pretty bad in the 21st century. But tell me o, even when they manage to bring us women- na the wowo ones na im dey land for our setting. Which kain thing be this? Those women with extra fore lines on the foreheads, the ones whose legs will make the crack head down the street ashamed.
But all of the above and some more will be better than the liability next door. This chic that used to be on the floor, whose gut will make Papa Ajasco green with envy, will not just stop talking – on the phone, to her cubicle mates or even to no discernable individual! Above all, it is like they have cursed this chic with talking. The babe’s mouth runs like tap, I swear. So question for the ladies, what is it about women and talking? For the most part no be better talk sef. It is almost exclusively about “me”, “me”, and “me”! For once, let us talk about me too. I don tire to dey talk about your dog, your cat, your vacation, yours & yours: nonsense and aggravation. My head is aching sef. By the time I leave this office, Lord God knows I will need two cartons of paracetamol to relieve me of the headache setting in from this yeye talk coming from the adjacent cubicle.
Okay the talking is not even as bad as one of my home boys is having it lately. You see, we the committee of esteemed gentlemen, decided to plan a guys getaway. We plan to take off when winter just starts knocking to the tropical paradise ofCancunfor some good guy time. But for this my home boy, who decided to partake in our communion, you will think say na armed robbery plot im partake in. His spouse is not having any of it! In fact, she just keeps coming up with a million and one reason why alone vacation for a married man is not proper.
Okay, this is the same woman that took off to Dubai last year with her “ladies for business”. Of course, she gets alone time with her girlfriends too every Saturday in the saloon where they thankfully while away sixteen hours or more gossiping and all worth not. Now my man want to handle business dem no go allow am. The thinking is pushing the guy off the wall, I suspect he will do it anyway calling off her bluff regardless. Okay my ogbenge sisters, what is wrong with a man getting alone time? We know say na until death do you part, but the man still dey alive & married now. A mentally relaxed man free from your yapping for a few days is a better focused man that will do as you please when he gets back to base. If na so marriage be, me I don take sabbatical on am.
As if this wahala was not enough, at our happy hour meeting last week another esteemed member of our exclusive committee of gentlemen brought up another issue with his woman. His palaver is of another dimension. You see, this bobo just bought a nice pad and being the wise ass crack head that he is, he wants to rent a room or two out to help with his budget. My guy is one of the lots that know how his coin and kobo goes: in the financial department he got his head in the right place. In fact, I suspect he can squeeze a change out of Baba Iyabo sef. He is a bonafide hustler just trying to make it good. But he has a problem though, he wants a female tenant/room mate for good reasons (neatness & less palaver), but his girlfriend is not having any of it. Personally, I don’t know why the babe got problem with this. This bobo met her when he used to live in Student Housing with diverse genders, including hermaphrodites, and she had no problem hooking up with him then. Personally, I have asked that he request her to pay for the rooms if he gets grief from her on the issue again. Brother got to wack, abi no be so my people?
By the way, watsup with black women and white girls sef? Why must black women give a brother a nasty look when you are hanging out with a white chic? Thanks for the answers…
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Comments Page: 1  posted on 02-17-2012, 00:37:00 AM Emj Re: Four Quick Questions For The LadiesI read your article yesterday and rolled my eyes....i just glanced through again and the offending words are still there......what to do......sebi you be man.......abi no be so.....oya make una carry leg go now.....there are two types of men. 1. Those who listen and honor their wife/partner 2. Those who are hard of hearing Abegy, which one is you?  QUOTE:
Una wan go rokeke, ropopo and then come back...to which house.....  The last para of your article is very annoying....i wish Afro-Poet were here to deal with you as usual......u are lucky, shomu lucky walahi...... Anywaz.......SYL  Comments Page: 1 |
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