CELL 307

I am really glad you guys enjoy my stories… Not certain how creepy some of them really are, even though Opus says they are super creepy. So I was pulled by my hair, from the couch where I was lounging and reading comments, to my laptop by you know who.


 I type this under duress in a padded cell where everything is….. guess…. Guess…. PINK. The usual white padded cells are not my thing I guess. My asylum is a democratic environment as they even let us choose the colour of our cells and even the cell number.


Mine is number 307(smiles knowingly), so come visiting if you dare. Needless to say, a lot of those mad people chose number 666, maybe just to show that they are indeed disturbed in their heads, or just for show. We have over 15 cells with that number on their doors.(way to go crazies).



So as I was saying, I was lounging and reading comments, which is my favourite  pastime these days, and I must say I am really impressed at the support we have received regarding tomorrow’s social media storm. #opustjkwrites #readandshare #opustjkwritesrocks. Never gotten the hang of the whole hash tag thingy.


So tomorrow is the d-day and I am excited. I love writing, Opus lives writing, and our synergy is out of this world. We would keep the stories rolling out, with your continued support. Don’t be too angry when the series take some time between episodes, we write them as the spirit leads.

To the midnight crew, (believe it or not, we have a midnight crew on this blog) hope NEPA gives you light during your late night sojourn on the blog. We would not be held responsible for what you read at odd hours.

We are here to keep you reading, and all the fun that comes around on the way, are added bonus. Share the fun, spread the word. Tell that your friend that hates reading…. Yea that one that rolls her eyes when you stop to read a notice on the wall (we would convert her), also tell that your friend whose nose is always in a book (he should read something fun for a change, and leave physics alone).

We cannot thank y’all enough for being on board towards the storm, I can only hope those my friends(names withheld for security reasons) who always assent but never follow through, would prove me wrong tomorrow…you know yourselves, I have my eyes on your social media handles.


Hope this is long enough for a post *side eyes @ Opus*…. Then again, I don’t mind typing because that affords me a break from my pink strait jacket…. Those things are bad for your manicure, so please stay sane so you never need to be put in one.

I don’t know how I got here in the first place. One minute I was jejely trying to pee in that beautiful water fountain somewhere in Uyo… forgotten which exactly. Hmmm…. Was it the one at the end of four lane, or the one at plaza?

Anyway the next moment, here I was. I refuse to plead my sanity like all these people around me do, if I have learnt anything from nollywood, it’s that the more you plead that you are sane the more insane you are.


This place is not so bad, obviously it’s not a five star resort, but as far as asylums go, I have a pretty sweet deal. Whenever network is disrupted, which seems to be almost every time these days, I glance around at my fellow “inmates”.


Some of them look pretty sane to me. There is Kisha, whose problems started when she decided to change her name from Temi to kisha. With “exotic” name, came exotic drugs which damaged her brain exotically permanently.


Then there is Rume, who is the spawn of a professor of aerodynamics and a professor of quantum chemistry. Please tell me what chance she had? Two double professors as parents? Why would two booky people decide to have an offspring? Please if your iq is above 90, pair up with someone whose iq is below average (look who is talking).


 Then to worsen her case, she decided to be in the mathematical field. Two masters and two doctorates at 27, and she landed in here. She and kisha are best friends now. They would have diluted each other out, if they had met in the real world (I doubt if they would have hit it off then, but they surely wouldn’t have ended up in here).


There is Tochi, or Toch as he prefers to be called. No one seems to know the reason for that one’s disturbance, but word on the rumour mill has it that he dipped his hands in some oil, that backfired.


How can I forget Anges, or Aggie as she is fondly called. She is the victim of circumstance. Man wahala landed her here O. very pitiful because the only time she gets to see her kids, is when the new madam of the house decides to bring them for a visit. Imagine how she lost two-zero. Please take life easy, the world would continue with or without you.


I have gotten carried away abi? Ehm one more thing.
See you tomorrow, as you aid us in keeping our flag flying. Long Live The Federal Republic Of Nigeria.




IVY BROWN


LIFE IS A CHOICE MY FRIEND
SO CHOOSE WISELY
ENOUGH SAID




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