At about 12midnight sometime ago, a guy called me, he didn't introduce himself, he just assumed I had his number. He started cursing me, going on about what I had written during the day and the tables I was shaking. I just asked him: "guy, are you not supposed to be nacking your wife at this time of the night"? And then a woman screamed "tell am o, nack, e nor gree Nack (read fuck)". Apparently, he had put me on speaker phone. We all just laughed it off. Did they nack? # mostDef . One day, I was hustling in the sun, sweat everywhere, exhausted beyond words, the merchant I was dealing with just said "Egbon, ojo wo le ma mu mi lo Banana Island"? Bros, when will you take me to Banana Island? For a few seconds, I had no idea what he meant, I found it very odd considering our haggling. And then "Banana Island Chronicles" hit me. Jeeez!!! The guy follows my rant religiously. I never profiled him as a Facebook user.
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I was at an event way back. After the usual salutations, a 'friend' started hailing me differently, next thing, he started introducing me as a positive promoter of Mushin. He told people that I was a good ambassador of Mushin and that Mushin needs more people like me. I reminded him that I live in Banana Island, he just shrugged me off. I didn't know if I should be happy that I was a good ambassador of Mushin or sad that he didn't believe I live in Banana Island. This is why I stopped writing about politics, you can be enjoying a bottle of non-alcoholic Henessey and one disgruntled Buharideen will decide to act out his depravity. Life is too short to die over Social Media rant.
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