Go Fineboy, it's your birthday!

Blogsville! What’s good? Damn, those exams were tougher than a morrafucker! Thanks for the prayers though, I really appreciate it. Although I know say some of una no pray for me. You just dey post me abi? Hmm, God forgive you o. Anyways, it’s all good. I’m in a reflective mood today, ‘cos it’s my birthday, and damn, awon boys are getting old. When you start thinking about lying about your age, trust me you’re old.

I woke up kinda early this morning, ‘cos as usual Chief Fineboy called to wish his fourth son a happy birthday. Meeeen, the guy used some brand new words today and got me all emotional but it’s all good. I’ve received quite a few calls already today, a lot of them from Nige. My oldest bro Nigerian Shakespeare was the first caller. Men, the dude is one of my favourite people but the guy dey speak oyinbo eh? Lord have mercy. Chief Fineboy jr.

I also got calls from some of my aunts as well. One of my favourite aunts, Aunty R called from Abuja, and her brother my Uncle S was there as well.

Na so she give the guy phone o. You see that uncle S guy is a bit funny. I’m not sure if the guy’s complete up there if you know what I mean, because sometimes the guy talks some funny shite men. Like this morning, he was giving me the usual prayers o. Like “God bless you, may you have many more" blah blah, and then…….."motor will not jam you.”

What???

I come begin wonder. I had already said “amen,” before I thought about it. Abi this guy dey swear for me? Why would you think to say that to someone? Na wa o. Now I’m all paranoid, because this one that guys are always slapping around central London, anything can shele.

After I put the phone down, I just started thinking about it men. Shey the guy dey see vision ni? We’re going to the Lake District this weekend in a 15-seater, so I gots to be careful when driving o, especially ‘cos it’s at night. And trust me when you’ve been in accident before, you get maaad paranoid. I’ll never forget when one madman bashed me in Yankee. I think I’m still traumatised from the experience sef. Make I give una the gist briefly.

It was the day after Valentine’s day, and the night before I’d had a nice Italian dinner at my omoge’s crib. You know, candlelight, then bubble bath, massage oils, everything! Spent the night (wink wink), woke up feeling nice and refreshed, and took off for work. Men, na so I stop for traffic light o. Just as the light turned green, I just felt something plow into my car from behind. Omo, this one was not CRASH. It was GBAAAAAOOOOW!!! My coin compartment flew open and sprayed pennies and dimes across my car. For a second I was in shock. Like omo am I injured?

I tried to move my main parts, and I see say everything dey correct order. Thank God for seat belt. My next thought was my car. Damn. Just the sound of the metal crashing broke my heart ‘cos I knew my baby must be looking a hot mess right now. I got out.

CHINEKE! The whole rear end don scatter ni sha. The dude’s car was some minivan type car and it hadn’t even incurred any damage. I looked at the were. The guy was sitting there with one sheepish look on his face. He looked like one of those IT nerds with the big glasses and spiderman tie. I was waiting for an explanation.

“Pretty bad huh? That’s a nice car too.”

I looked at the guy and fantasised about punching that his long nose.

I was just thinking, “You’re lucky this isn’t Naija. I for don woze you slap by now.”

Na so I just remember. Men, when you get in an accident, you shouldn’t walk around like you’re fine. Omo, I just went back into my car and sat down. The twit came to my window.

“Are you okay?”

“No.”

I told him I was gonna move the car off the road and park in a shopping mall parking lot across the road. I moved the car there and the dude followed me. When we got there, men I just palmed like I was hella hurt o. Because if you start walking around now, insurance fit say nothing for boys. The bobo was on his phone the whole time, so I figured he was talking to the police or insurance or what not. He came to my window.

“Err, so what do we do now?”

“You called the cops right?”

“Erm, no that was my wife.”

Fool! So the whole time this nincompoop was on the phone, na im wife e dey follow talk??? Mugu!

Meeeen, I was pissed. I called the cops and told the joker to call his insurance company sharpish. I just chilled in the car like say my back don break. Omo, I begin calculate. This one na upgrade o. Hmm, with the dough I get from the insurance company, I’m copping a 6.45 beemer. I started imagining cruising into DC in my brand new 6.45 coupe. Ha, awon boys go just bounce inside club. Throw the keys to valet. “Don’t scratch my joint, baby.” Represent….

“Sir are you okay?”

There was a policeman at my window. Me wey I don imagine go, if you saw the way I switched my voice eh.

“Ah, officer.”

“Are you alright? Can you step outside of your vehicle?”

Step kini?

“Aaaaaah, officer no. I can’t.” I winced. “Aaaagh.”

“Do you need an ambulance?”

“I think so. I don’t know…..aaaagh.”

The nerd who bashed me was looking. I gave the guy eye. If dey born you well, say I came out of the car earlier.

That’s how the cop called ambulance o. In like 15 minutes, it arrived and two paramedics jumped out and brought out a stretcher. Omo! This thing don dey serious o. Yeepa.

“Sir can you move?”

“Err….yeah.” I moved my hand.

“Okay. Do not attempt to get up.”

They opened the door and put me on the stretcher. Ha! See my life o. Which kin’ katakata I don enter? They now hurriedly thrust me into the ambulance. Yeepers. Next thing I know, the guy pulls out a white sheet and starts to cover me up.

AAAAAAH!

“Nooooo!” I no be oku now.

The guy goes, “You have to have it over you sir.”

“No mate.”

I felt like telling him, “In my country na dead man dem dey cover with white sheet o, bros.”

“You will have to have it on sir. Or we won’t be transporting you to the hospital.”

Chei. “Alright then.” I go manage am. No be money?

When they covered me ehn, I felt sick. Sirens blaring and everything, white sheet over me like a corpse. Because of small change. See my life.

Long story short, the doctor referred me to a chiropractor who found out I had “subluxations” in my spine blah blah blah. Meanwhile that back don dey pain me since o. I injured it playing basketball, but had thought it was just a muscle that I had pulled or something. I remember when I went to Naija one December and went to the doctor’s about it.

The y sent me to the x-ray guy, one old paps with huge glasses.

“Off your clothes.”

“Huh?”

“Off your trozziz.”

Na wa o. A whole x-ray technician. I looked at the baba. He passed me one hospital gown. It was rather awkward but I took my clothes off and lay on the table thingy, flat on my stomach. I couldn’t help feeling vulnerable because this old paps had a clear view of my butt. Is all this one necessary? He put the x-ray machine over me and adjusted me like a million times, each time saying,

“Kai!”

“This is serious.”

“Mm mm mm.”

“Bombastical.”

Then making that clicking noise with his tongue.

“This is terrible o.”

I finally asked him, “What’s the problem?”

“You’re asking me. Your back is in a shambles!”

This baba sef.

“This is a slipped disc now. Are you a labourer?”

I wanted to laugh. Did I look like a bricklayer to this man?

“Err..no.”

“Your back is finished. Your spinal system has scattered. Just go and see the doctor.”

Na your back go run down, you this wicked old man.

He gave me the film and I took it to the doctor, who said it was nothing, just muscle tension. Anyhow he gave me some painkillers and “robb.”
Imagine o.

When the chiropractor in America fixed my back months later I couldn’t help but think “We can be so backwards in that country.”

Needless to say, I made mad money from that accident but I won’t bore you with the details. Awon boys did some crazy shopping, copped a brand new ride and ‘all at. So if somebody bashes you, remember to do what I did. But if na okada for Naija, shine your eye o. If you talk about insurance, dem go brush you! I love y’all men, I’ll be blogging properly this weekend.

Blogsville, your boy is back.

60 Questions

Thought I'd leave you guys this 60 questions thingy, since I won't be back until after exams. Stole it from Calabar Girl....thanx!


1.What time did you get up this morning?
8.00 am. Hit the library to study for two exams.

2. Diamonds or pearls?
Diamonds, I guess. Whatever she likes. Honestly, give me a leather strapped Breitling and I'm good to go!

3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
Fracture. Pretty tight. Hopkins IS the man.

4. What is your favorite TV show?
I don't watch TV anymore, but Martin is my favourite show of all time. Whaaat? Shenene... Jerome? Men, I have the entire series on dvd.

5. What did you have for breakfast?
A slice of toast and two eggs..sunny side up, over-medium.

6. What is your middle name?
Sweetboy. Named after my Pop-pop. I need to blog about him sometime.

7. What is your favorite cuisine/meal?
I almost said Thai, but I gots to go with Nigerian. My aunty B's Jollof rice and stewed beef is crazy! The rice will now be reddd! Chei. I'm hungry.

8. What foods do you dislike?
Oats. Yuck. In fact, anything with bits in it, like Mullerice yoghurt. Eugh!

9. Your favorite Potato chip?
Don't have one. Cheetos aren't bad though.

10. What is your favorite CD at the moment?
Tough one. Erm, Ne-Yo's new album or T-Pain's. R.Kelly's new joint is hot too.

11. What kind of car do you drive?
Don't drive in London, but my last car was a 2005 Mazda 6s. Sweet car- tiptronic gearbox, heated leather seats, all that good stuff.

12. Favorite sandwich?
Turkey and cheddar cheese. Oh, the club sandwich at Londoner's in Nige is good o. Kai!

13. What characteristics do you despise?
Hateration. Damn, I can't stand people who'd rather have bad belle than big a person up. Loser mentality man.

14. Favorite item of clothing?
That's tough. My ripped American Eagle jeans from like two years ago. They're hella comfy and sit well on chuck taylors. My mum says I should throw them away though. "They look old!" she says.

15. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go?
Cabo, Mexico. Again.

16. What color is your bathroom?
Errrm..... I'd say green, but I'm sure Finebabe wouldn't call it that. It's one of those weird 'new' colours that only women know the names of. Looks light green to me.

17. Favorite brand of clothing?
Louis Vuitton loafers are the most comfortable shoes in the world. Tod's make amazing drivers as well. This is too hard. Chuck Taylor's by Converse are just the classic sneaker. Can't choose. Sorry.

18. Where would you want to retire?
Lagos. No ifs, no buts, no maybes.

19. Favorite time of day?
Noon. Gym time.

20. Where were you born?
West London.

21. Favorite sport(s) to watch?
Football, American Football and Boxing. I stay up until 5am whenever Floyd Mayweather or Jermaine Taylor's fighting.

22. Who do you least expect to respond to this?
Errm, my mama??

23. Person you expect to respond first?
Teekay probably.

24. What laundry scent do you use?
LOL. Are you serious? Err...no idea.

25. Coke or Pepsi?
Neither. I quit drinking soda in 2005.

26. Are you a morning person or night owl?
Night owl baby.

27. What size shoe do you wear?
10 1/2

28. Do you have pets?
Not in England. Does my godson Scratchy count?

29. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with everyone?
It's my birthday on June 21, two days after my exams are done!

30. What did you want to be when you were little?
An actor. My dad thought I was crazy.

31. Favorite Candy Bar?
None

32. What is your best childhood memory?
Eating hot dogs at Battersea park circus with my older bro and my mum. Fun times.

33. What are the different jobs you have had in your life?
Err...not that many actually. Intern, student newspaper columnist, of course Officer Fineboy, and project manager.

34. What color/type underwear are you wearing?
Err...have to look. Okay, black Hanes with the grey waistband. Thanks for asking!

35.Nicknames:
Mbobo. my oldest bro calls me that to this day 'cos I loved the bushman character in "King Solomon's mines" when I was a 3yr. old. How embarassing.

36. Piercings?
Got my left ear pierced twice. The hole closed up again a couple of years ago. No more though. Time to get my grown man on.

37. Eye color?
Brown

38a) Ever been to Africa?
You berra believe it. Gidi till I die.

38b) Ever been to South Australia?
Nope

39. Ever been toilet papering or rolling?
I was a Naija kid men. Wetin consign malu with one-way?

40. Love someone so much it made you cry?
Pretty damn close.

41. Been in a car accident?
Yeah, no big ones though.

42. Croutons or bacon bits?
Neither. Lettuce, tomatoes, cheddar cheese and ranch.

43.Favorite day of the week?
Friday.

44. Favorite restaurant?
Mango Tree at Victoria. Great Thai food.

45. Favorite flower?
None

46. Favorite ice cream?
Chocolate Chip cookie dough. The smarties joint is sweet too o.

47. How many times did you fail your driver's test?
None. A whole Lagos driver?

48. What color is your bedroom carpet?
Beige.

49. How many times did you fail your driver's test?
None now. I told you.

50. Before this one, from whom did you get your last email?
Chief Fineboy. He wished me luck.

51. Which stores would you choose to max out your credit card?
Bang & Olufsen.

52. What do you do most often when you are bored?
Write or call my shorty to harass her.

53. Bedtime?
This is actually terrible. 2am nowadays, for no apparent reason. I need to sort myself out.

54. Who are you most curious about their responses to this questionnaire?
Nelson Mandela. Not like he would do it.

55. Last person you went to dinner with?
A couple of my Canadian friends. Fire and Stone at Covent garden.

56. What are you listening to right now?
Ne-yo. He's telling her "We gotta make it work..."

57. What is your favorite color?
Depends. My women black though, for sure.

58. Lake, Ocean or river?
Ocean. Remember those rivers in the village? They were scary o.

59. How many tattoos do you have?
None. Yet. thinking about getting my grandfathers' portraits on my left upper arm, but everyone's saying i shouldn't.

60. Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
The Chicken. Eledumare created the chicken and gave it to Oduduwa innit?

Thanx for the love...soon come.

Blogsville! What’s really good? Meeeen, exam wan kill me o. Yeepa.........all you people abeg print out my prayer request and carry it to your churches and mosques o…..all prayers are accepted. Tell your Pastor/Reverend/Alpha/Grand Master that I need divine intervention. On the real though, I’d like to thank y’all for the love men. Your comments are so hilarious and encouraging!

Oh and by the way, I really appreciate the e-mails. People show me love for real. But men, there’s one “Guru Maharaji” kinda guy that keeps sending me e-mails o. Giving me advice about the sun, moon and stars and all sorts. The bobo go say “Brother Fineboy, Kuumba, Imani, Jah bless, your light shines now so you must be righteous and victorious in the struggle…you must use your influence to help to restore our people to their traditional greatness…”

I dey fear o. The guy even sent his pictures. Omo, long beard and everything, with candles in the background. Chei, and he obviously reads this blog. To you bros, no vex o, abeg. I’m only mentioning it to my fellow bloggers. My people help me o. I dey fear no be small.

And to that babe that sends me all those raunchy e-mails…..hmm softly softly o….I appreciate the love though.

I can’t wait until exams are over men, I’m gonna rock like crazy! Its my birthday like two days after, and we’re doing the whole lake district thing so that should be fun. My cousin Hot Mocha has been doing most of the work booking the cottage and all that....speaking of Mocha, make I give una one quick gist that she gave me o.

Apparently, after leaving the club last weekend, she and her friends went to the Den. (This Nige food spot in London). She now heard this egbon (big bros) on the phone talking to some chick. The guy goes “Baby, you are too funny. Lawl lawl lawl lawl!”

I wan die men! As in the guy was actually saying “LOL” on the phone, like “Lawl, lawl, lawl!” Oh my days, only Naija man. If you don’t know what the hell it means, why say it? Na wa o.

Anyways y'all, I'll be back soon as I'm done with these exams. 6 of them y'all.....I really gots to get stuck in. After that, it'll be me and you men, i have mad gist. I love y'all...soon come.