NAIJA!! WE HAIL THEE

   So I think I went through all five stages of Grieving, recently when I travelled back to my home country for holidays, I guess you know them already Denial, Anger, Bargaining , Depression and Acceptance..On the air just before the flight landed, the hair hostess announced to us that there are some strange gases in the air, which she assured was not “very” dangerous, but for women who were pregnant and kids, they advised to wear a mask...I was sure that yeah we were in my country..Where even the air is hazardous (lol)

   we got out from the plane and moved into the airport, all things considered except the Heat that greeted, kissed and hugged our bodies as we stepped into the main airport, I would say the airport was “Ok” and I use that term loosely, , At this point Lucy who was coming back home for the 1^st time in four years, was astonished, babor.. She called “is it possible to change the return date on my flight ticket to an earlier date? Because from what I am seeing, Naija na wa”... Little did we know that the journey had just begun

  As we got to the Immigration check point, the Line that had foreigners, seemed to move faster than the ones Nigerian Citizens were in, but I didn’t complain too much, at least we were been hospitable to foreigners, even though they not always hospitable to us. The female Immigration officer, when I finally got attended to did not fail to ask for “something make we take chop, Even if na dollar sef” In her own words, I told her I didn’t have dollar on me, “Nothing? What of Naira na?”  To which I responded with no again, she grew tired and grudgingly let me through..haa at last, I sighed, Thinking that we had gone through the hardest part…Boy…was I wrong!

1.Denial---Waiting for our bags was war, we stood there for such a long time, that I began to Deny that I was actually in my country, everyone was so restless that sounds of grumbling from travelers at this point reached high heavens, “na wa oh, see as this oyibo just taya , the guy  just weak for us, Oyibo nor vex ehn Na naija we dey” someone said jokingly referring to a white man who seemed visibly speechless and shaken at the drama unfolding, Lucy again asked “haba ..Are you sure we would get our bags today so” to which Ellas another of our traveling buddies responded with words of prophesies, “Don’t worry the lord is with us, He will not leave us now, I believe  ...” I couldn’t help laughing out loud, I mean if the “Oyibo” had asked, I would almost certainly had denied my country on the spot.

2. Anger—we left the airport after we got our bags, and the darkness that greeted us was almost palpable, plus the heat, Combined with so many questions from hustlers just at the entrance into Lagos made me mad. Bros welcome oh, You need Taxi?, what of Okada?, you want  drop?, let me help you carry ur load na?, Oga find something for the boys na, who you dey wait for? You want good hotel?..I go go anywhere where u wan go... Etc, we were been bombarded from every corner, I don’t know about others but this led to Frustration and of course anger naturally followed..I was Mad for Nothing. 3. Bargaining and 4.Depression came and went--- thankfully these stages didn’t last long.

5. Acceptance---I really didn’t have a choice though, did I? I mean I got used to the constant power outage, slow internet, annoying roads, flooded streets, and those mosquitoes, which seemed to somehow have the lock to my house, when I Lived with chike my Dr friend, Even the rigors of my clinical elective course which initially shocked me didn’t seem like such a big deal anymore, moreover fussing and complaining, never actually accomplished anything in my experience. So Yes I Came to accept things for what they where.

 Nevertheless it’s the little things about my country that I appreciate the most, friends and family who never seem to be fazed by surroundings and are really quite genuinely happy with life, a joy that is contagious, the relative ease with transporting from one place to another using bike (okada), or your own car if you prefer. Those hot Nigerian songs that can move anyone even kings to the Dance floor. The countless dramas that randomly occur on the streets, Sure Nigeria has its issues, but what country doesn’t? I personally will contribute to making it the envy of nations. Indeed Nigeria is truly blessed and wonderful. Oh yes, Nigeria! I hail thee!!

I Believe

Once Again, I'm gonna share some of my thoughts with you, The weather is really cold, Talk about Inspiration ))

I Believe In Love, You know that Fairy tale Kind? the One where both parties Live together Happily Ever After. That Love In the Movies, When I bend to Pick a girls Book, and that Split Second between Squatting and standing, Our eyes Meet and we Linger Looking Into each other's eyes Smiling sheepishly.

I believe In Love at first Sight, that textbook story which features me in a room filled with dignified people, and Out of the blues she appears, our gazes meet each other, and It's almost Impossible to Fix It elsewhere, No matter How hard we both Try

I'm a hopeless romantic, wouldn't you agree?, Some people say It's Unrealistic to think about such Fantasies becoming realities, I don't believe them!, Why Not, I mean there is still an Innocent part of me.

I admit I might have been Unfortunate In Love in the past, Sometimes Investing Time and Energy on someone I don't really Like, just to avoid Cold Nights, all the while knowing you both need each other as Sex tools, Nothing More.

Other Times loosing special Ladies I might have considered a future with, due to stupid Mistakes, which could never Be corrected! It's not easy to hold to these fantasies Frankly, but without Hope, What is Life?

Never the less I won't stop searching, I know somewhere, Someday, Somehow, I'll find Her, and when I do, I'm going to be a bigger man and Live up to Expectations, No Deceit, No Mistakes just,just good Old Plain and Unadulterated Love..Yes I Believe!

What Life Has Taught Me!

I've Lived for well Over 2 decades On this Earth, and These are some of the Things I've Learned, Every Quote Here is from Me, Please Don't steal, But If You Must, At least Quote Me )))...Enjoy Reading

1. Flavored Favor Without Labor Is what you get with my savior

2.If My Friend Fails me when I need Him/Her..We are not Friends

2.Whatever you chase will run away, It's a normal physiologic response

4.It's not the what, But The How that matter Most

5.I Know I Really Like a girl , If her company is more stimulating than Sex with Her.

6.Just Because We don't Agree on some Issues, Doesn't Make us Enemies

7.Granted, Exams and Tests are not d true tests of Knowledge, But they are the ONLY

8.When Trust Breaks, No Glue Can Remake

9.As a man, to control your future, You first have to Control Junior!

10. Everybody Lies....Everybody Dies!

11 Before U fight for a cause...Consider the Cost, Not Everything Is worth Fighting For!

12. Everything is Exactly How They Appear to be, But Our Interpretation of the Obvious is The Difference

I Will Continue Later....

Babor James

She's Amazing

Ok Ohh, I tried my best to keep this to myself, but my fingers keep typing even though some part of my brain tells It to stop ......Stubborn Fingers!

All I want to do here is describe Someone , I know I'm writing under Influence , It may not be drugs or alcohol, but I'm definitely high on something...lol, Abeg joor It's not my fault, I blame Her for being too perfect.

Let me begin with her voice, when she talks, It's heavenly! as in it's like sweet melodious songs reverberating sweetly in the stillness of a quiet night.

Her eyes are so bright, it shines and flickers like a candle flame, Staring Into the glow Could mesmerize any One. almost like she had a direct connect with your soul.

And my oh my those Lips! One look at it could stare up desires like that Succulent agege bread, fresh from the Bakery

Her Laugh dey make my laugh dey laugh, and when she Smiles, Everything simply appears brighter and better,

She's got the body of a goddess, true beauty personified, not a switch,but she can turn any One on, Including women, She's that SEXY. Describing her body further, is most likely going to get me In trouble...so Enough for now ))

Oh yeah, and her company is amazing, a personality to die for, I could stay all day with Her, and not notice that the hands of the clock even moved, as in time literally stops! Imagine that!

I'll end here, Not for Lack of words, but because I Need to get back from dreamland, the thin line between reality and fantasies these days tend to mess with my head.

If you see Her, Tell her to better come and cure my crase ohh, make this thing nor deveop into full scale madness.

Babor James

Introduction/Famous ....My kinda Poetry ))

Attention y’all, this is nothing but a brief IntroduCtion

I wan announce myself, like trader for Market JunCtion

I gat too much Money …dey call me the BIZ-NESS

Sure to keep my Honey cuming like a BEE’s-NEST

Fear me ohh. I fit use Razor blade cut caRRot

Why you talking about me, abi U be paRRot?

Before Before…all the haters wanted was my Destruction

But...Thanks to Jehovah, Now they all Come 4 Instruction

I’m difficult to comprehend, Definition of EnigmA

Those who tried beefing me..Live with the StigmA

I’m So fly…Even the Sky..gat ask God Why I hot like Fire

Before gals dey tell me Lie, form shy, now dey all say Hi

In case u didn’t know this…My swag is ContagioUS

My madness na Internal…..sumtin Like PemphigUS

#Fact Nobody can stop me …I’m a mysTeRy

I am the 1^st and last of my Kind...In HisToRy

I know the way …follow me…I gat dirEctioN

I nor be like dem boiz..Wen know only ErEctioN.

Now you know the person I really am wIthIn

My Father Is God, and He sure calls me PIkIn

I always Sit and Fantasize about how life would be...When I’m fAMOUS

I’d first take a photo with Beyonce, and make sure that they FRAME-US

I’d call my Mum in joy, and My Dad, The Big MISTER

And with Love..tell my mum how much I MiSSED-HeR

Everyday champagne popping would be my SIGNATURE

On the beach with birds tweeting and Singing In-NATURE

I’d build a big House…Just to do my LaundRY

Another mansion, for bath, Living in LuxURY

I’d also have a girl, much prettier than a PORN-STAR

With a body guard, so big and bad like a MONSTER

I nor go forget my guyz ohh..Even My-Boy-Mega

We’d be balling and chilling with My-Toy-Sega (lol)

I’d be my own King, Very bad like that Nigguh Micheal-Jackson

I go get mouth; people must hear my voice like Kelly-Clarkson

Considering the fact that I’d already be a DoctOR

The gangster in me would live on like 2pac-shakUR

My jamz would be all that’s on the radio..I Trust the D.J

I’d be beta dan (B)beyonce and (J)jay combined, even B.J

The Time is really close; I can feel it in the Air

No need for fear..coz All I gat, I’d be sure 2 share

P.s...If you don't get any Line Here, Ask Me!

Wait Your Turn

First He kissed Her Lips so passionately, you would think her Lips where made of Candy, Of course she responded, kissing back with lips quavering and melting at his touch, Her body anticipating, then He put His arms slowly around her Hips, Caressing sensually as He did,In No Time His wandering Arms Found her Bosom, Instinctively squeezing slowly, she let out a moan, that sounded like nothing He had ever heard before, Now at This Time both Hearts where Racing, Wow they needed not to Hold back their passion anymore, This Night was their Night, They both Thought, as they both fell Upon the bed, at last They where Married.

As they Continued, she couldn't Help but wonder, If he was Actually a virgin as He had Claimed, she had Kept herself for Only Her Husband, and he said He did, but his hands and lips where too experienced to be that of a Newbie, but then he never said he had never kissed before, so .......Her thought train stopped as He kissed Her Neck with renewed passion, They both couldn't wait no longer, As they removed their clothes, actually tearing most of it in the process, what a night this would be, they where going to be joined as one!

Now Her clothes where gone, 'wow" he exclaimed silently to himself, First because her almost Naked body was more beautiful than he Had Imagined and Secondly, He didn't actually Know how to proceed, what's next? He Dialogued and debated within Himself, and after a moment of Confusion, decided to remove her bra, he tried to remove it like a shirt over her head,but she smiled and told Him He had to Unhook it from the back, )), Unhooking was harder than he had thought but after a "short" while of struggling, He succeeded )). and Here my story Ends, The remaining part2 is Censored...lol

The Moral of the story is thus...Keep Yourself, a lot of us (writer Included) have lost this opportunity, Our first Time was shared with someone who might not even remember our names if we meet again, Truth is I would give just about anything to regain my Innocence, Virginity is not as bad as people make it sound like, So if You've had the privilege of not loosing Yours, Keep it that way, and this story might just be yours...Peace!

My Life as A Student Artist

Been both a student and an Artist Is Not easy, Talk about your average Multitasking. If I was however forced to choose between Music and Medicine, hmm. My choice would Definitely have M as It's beginning letter..lol, First Things First, I started my music career In the summer of 2010, And have never regretted it since, Frankly when I told some of my friends what I planned to go Into, I saw the Mockery in their eyes Even though their mouths Offered Encouragement, Now they Applaud. Special Shout out to Sir Roieezy, The brother motivated me, And still does till date, For this I am gratefull

Okay that said, So My first gig was at an Omizsy's Event on September 11th 2010, Tagged Explosion, Truth is Ternopil is yet to recover from that Explosive Event, Artist Such as Jide the Only ceaser I know, Tc peruzzi the guy Alanta Na another type, And Noks Our very own Jay-z, Not forgetting Ternopil's own Art-man Ade the guitar Hero, The party was killed of course, And as a result all of us where placed On the Wanted List, by the music Government for murder. keep running guys they can't Catch us...

Second Event I was Invited to, was at a Ukrainian Hip-Hop concert on 05/12/2010, These guys where Hip-Hop Fanatics, And that almost cost one of the Artist there his left eye, as he called me "My Nigga" and hugged me simultaneously, I managed to keep my cool though In the end, guess we where both On Some Cognac Influence, Ajay of course once again rocked the show With His swag Intact, I have never felt so loved In my Entire Life as I did that day, Many white faces screaming Ajay brought me close to tears,It made me Almost Decide on the spot to Sing solely in Ukrainian language, But erm I think Urhobo is better..lol

I really have so many things to write, but once again, Time is very Unfriendly, I'm getting late for my obstetrics class with Every sec that passes. By the way checkout samples of My songz at http://www.reverbnation.com/baborjames, You gonna love It, And there are new Stuffs coming up very soon, Keep in touch with my fan page to get the first Squeeze. I very much appreciate the love,hate,beef,praise, gossips and all, It has made me a Stronger and more popular person, than I was last year,
Ok,I gat to study now....My Teacher awaits, Peace

Application...lol

Application for the post Of Boyfriend

Dear pretty girl,

I am writing you this letter In response to the vacancy posted In your life, for the position of boyfriend , I am aware of other candidates Who are Interested In this same position, and would do anything to get this post, but I am confident that with my skills, passion and Experience In relationships, I am the most qualified for this job.

I worked in the past as assistant-boyfriend for one miss Ekaete, and enclosed is a letter of recommendation from her, My skills Include the ability to always be by the side, back, and Even On Top of those I work for anytime they need me. I am a faithful and dedicated worker, and believe that If I am given this opportunity, You would be glad you did.

I would welcome the opportunity to further discuss this position with you. If you have questions or would like to schedule an interview In Your room, please contact me. I look forward to hearing from you.

Regards,

Babor James

Racism Kills

The day which I was born, God bless that day, The Doctor saw me, and the first thing he said, Even before telling my mum congratulations was "This Boy is going to be Very dark" True story my mum told me some years later in passing, not that I needed to be reminded of my extremely dark complexion, Frankly is my color has all through my Growing up years in Nigeria been a source of playful teasing among my friends and family. I even remember one day In school when a friend of mine was advising me on life, And he mentioned that I do not get married to an overly dark lady as according to him. Darkness+ Shadow= Eclipse, Up till this day I still don't know which of the two I was suppose to be.lol

Truth be told all through those years growing up, I never considered myself different from my peers because of my skin, Maybe Intellectually or Character wise, But Never because of my color, I remember One of my bosom friends his name chidiebere whom I called Oyibo pepper ( a light skinned person in Nigeria) and he responded with giving me his very own nick name "Night" To us It was all playful teasing and the names we called each other didn't stop us from been the good friends we came to become, I loved every single minute of growing up as a Darker version of the average African ..

On traveling to Europe however Things changed . I remember sitting on the plane and wondering where all this "Yellow" people came from, I honestly don't see the reason Caucasians are called white, But that's just me, The difference In color didn't shock me much however Until I alighted from the airplane, Now that was when wahala(trouble) began, Lord have mercy I exclaimed to myself, I along with a handful of Nigerians with me at that time where the only colored skin my eyes could see. To make matters worse, they stared at us even Harder than I did at them, I just wonder what must have been going on in their Heads as they looked at us, I sincerely hope it wasn't the same or even similar to what was going on in mine.

I have come to accept myself as a black man, And honestly must say I'm proud to be African, It's however very sad when I see "small minded" people trying to capitalize on this skin difference to promote strife, It sickens me when I consider the sheer number of Silly white boys, who have tried to attack me or haul insults at me just because of the fact that I have a different skin from theirs( N.B- I always beat up those Ones who come to fight One on one to my satisfaction before leaving the scene) . I would also like to add here that Even the Africans who complain of been Molested become racist Inclined after such confrontations and thus the cycle goes on and on.

My point? you may ask, Is simply thus, Yeah I'm black and proud. But That's NOT the reason why I may be different from any other normal person , Any one No matter their color who grew Up In the same Environment and home I did is very much likely to be the same If not similar to the person I am today, Be you white, red, Alien green, Or black.
Say no To racism, It Kills. That's all i have to convey for now!

Peace

Baby J...where did you go?

Once upon a time, baby Jamie was the cutest thing you ever saw, trust me I've got a whole lot of pictures to prove that, As a baby I remember consciously doing mischievous things. and when anyone got angry and tried scolding me, all that I needed to do was to smile and if it didn't work, I would switch to fake tears Immediately, and that would be the end of my scolding. Oh what a perfect time it was,my days of innocence where the best, I'll give anything to get that back

Recently however I've discovered that my smile has become more of naughty than innocent. I've discovered that me smiling and trying to be cute now creates more problem than it actually solves.lol. It almost seems to me that everything that goes wrong or any naughty actions around my environment always inevitably gets linked or traced back to me, although I do some(that's not the point), I always ask myself,... gosh do I look so suspicious?

I remember vividly one cool evening, I was out on a date with a gorgeous girl, which was going so well I felt we knew each other already for a long time, trying to be friendly, I asked her to my place beaming as I invited, the mere fact that I smiled communicated to her that I was up to noo good...lol, I know because she later confessed to me, that the only reason why she didn't say yes, the first time I asked. was because I looked too naughty, can you imagine that?

I'm really searching for that cute sweet and innocent little boy that I once was, I hope he is still deep within me, and if peradventure you see little Jamie, please tell him to come back. Big James needs to connect with him.....Thanks

Ajay

Here's a quick question . when was the last time you sang in the shower? I'm guessing not too long ago, maybe even today,Now another one, so just because you've got a horrible voice, does that invariably imply that you should desist altogether from singing?. Here's my answer.. Yes and No! let me explain...The Yes answer, is for the next time you in the shower ALONE, and NO in the situation when you find yourself in the midst of people you know and love,so as not to destroy the bond between you and them..lol

OK seriously..Singing is Fun and I'd always wanted to engage in it.So some-time ago, I woke with a strong desire to follow this calling, I like to Think of myself as a pretty modest singer,and I believed I was set for the Spot light , That morning I spent the whole day, mostly daydreaming about my life as a 'Star'.even chose my stage name which for the record is Ajay. In my mind's eye, i was already a star, in this fantasy world of mine, i was invited to a concert with millions of fans screaming my name. Ajay! unanimously .smiling I stepped up the podium, grabbed the mic and made to sing, Shockingly.. there where no songs coming out from my mouth,oh boy! the jolt back to reality was a Lil too sudden. I realized i didn't have a song!

This made me spend the next couple of days that followed, trying to write a new song,pretty tough job i tell you.That didn't stop me though, it took some days later, in addition to a few sleepless nights.. Hurray! I did it. i wrote a song,I guess all I need now is a producer,maybe a songwriter, and some dancers, just maybe my fantasy will become a reality after all . You'll be the first to know when I've sold out my debut album...Look out world. There's a Star in The Making,And his name is Ajay........1luv

Badboy

He is a bad boy, in all sense, hardcore player, with no respect for the ladies, "coldhearted" many times he's been called, but all these ramblings of hurt girls have no effect on him, seeing them cry draw no remorse from him anymore, a real curse to the female folks, cos they just can't help loving him, They fall for him and he keeps on hurting them,he cares about no woman except for his mother, He continues to hurt them again and again in cycles just like a chorus.

But would you blame him? like most men he was born and raised to love and respect women, his mother after all is one, very kindhearted and really a nice guy. Then he met this girl, first a glance, then a smile, and then a kiss, the first of which he would never forget, they where in love, a blissful relationship, gave her his all and thought he had all of her, That was the happiest time of his life, he even saw her in his future.

Then one hot afternoon, he just got a good news, and was in a hurry to tell his girlfriend, he had become an uncle, he practically flew up the stairs to her room, what a discovery! finding her legs up & moaning under his "friend" in pure ecstasy was mind shattering. how could this be? he had never even touched her before, because he planned to wait for the night after their wedding, how could she? he fought the tears and won, He had loved her but no more. Never would he feel such pain again. Never!.

So please don't blame him when he refuses to open his heart, everyday the picture of their naked bodies hunt him, playing in his head like a horror movie. It wasn't meant to be this way, But now there's no going back, He's just not capable of loving again, So ladies the next time you see him, don't hate or blame him, show him love, and pray for him that someday soon he finds love, because after all without love we are all nothing.!

Ridng The Bus

I want a car! I really do. riding the bus is just not working for me. and believe you me, I've got to wake up every morning of every weekday and ride the bus to my institute.Talk about dreaded Mornings....every kind of persons can be found on the bus, and as I have painfully just recently realized. people can be generally annoying.

Just yesterday on my way back from school, This very old and Frail looking man, joined the bus, looking at him one would never even nurse the idea, that he could hurt a fly, boy where we wrong! he kept mum..until unfortunately for us he received a call, his voice pitch started like a normal one, but increased at an alarming rate..the man was louder than the bus engine itself, drawing complaints from every body in the bus, driver included. what was worse was that he simply ignored everyone,and finished his conversation.like nothing was wrong, I was unlucky to be sitting next to him ,punching him on his face seemed like a good idea, but when I made to do so,I realized that such an old man might not survive the hit

moving on..,you think that man was bad? some time ago, as I was on my way to school,on the "dreaded bus" a middle aged white woman was so fascinated by my skin color, and felt the need to start a conversation, now I don't have a problem with this, it's good to be friendly, but what is 'not' cool, is having halitosis(bad breath) and still putting your mouth very close to my face, causing major discomfort, lol. every attempt I made to politely end the conversation, failed. and I had to come down at a stop I initially didn't plan to, what a funny day.. I could go on and on. writing more stories about my experiences, but I am pressed for time

There are many more annoying characters in the bus aside those above..and I wish i could altogether avoid these rides, but I must endure as a student, so i don't have to go through this the rest of my life. That done, duty calls,see y'all next time..peace

Love and Me

The truth is this...no-body really forgets their first time, boy or girl there's always that one experience which lingers on and on, maybe even follow you to your grave.but then that's the way life is.when I think back to all my experiences with love or should I say attraction . it kinda becomes confusing to pin point and recognize when exactly my fascination with the ladies begun..

maybe I should begin from that time many years ago (I was about 8yrs)...when I got my First kiss, obviously I didn't understand fully nor did I appreciate the gravity of what i was doing.OR should I begin from that period in junior high ..when i had my FIRST crush?..oh the agony,seeing a girl I liked everyday in school admiring and loving from afar, but when I got enough courage to approach her ,simply forgot what I was going to say,.. That was a first and last Though..lol

Oh I now know where to begin...it was sometime in November 2006 I believe, on a clear evening .we where done with lectures at my then Cambridge Advanced Level program .Classes where ended and a few students gathered around in the lecture room .. all chatting and a few of them where enjoying a game of chess which I joined in, enjoying the company of everyone..when gradually, they all began to go home one at a time like in trickles..bit by bit, until it was left with just me and this gorgeously built empress.....

That day was a blessing. OH how can I forget the the day I met my first real girlfriend. (in case you where wondering, I won that game of chess.lol.). I won't go into details ...these memories always remain and are among few of my many priced possessions, but every such relationships have it's very own disadvantage attached to it...some of which I will outline on my next edition of Love and Me...until then thanks for reading..peace

addicted

Mostly as a young boy when I heard talks about addictions..I simply laughed at the concept of an habit being a part of ones existence...I thought "oh well" they are not strong enough to change..I mocked them.. because to me, Things where either yes or No..black or white.. true or false.Change or remain the same..but oh how I was mistaken ..alas! I am addicted

The object of an addiction could range from a variety of habits...few of which include alcohol..sex..food..cigarettes...and a whole lot more, outlining everything would take too long so you may complete this list on your own...as a young man I have come to realize that anything no matter how good it seems at first, when done in excess..becomes bad..drugs as an example have pharmacological effects in times of illness but can cause major damage and dependence In excess.

Now Back to Me...yeah I hear you wondering "what's his addiction?" don't worry I'll reveal this to you in a moment..this started of as simple 'harmless' fun ...like yesterday I remember the first time I logged in on FACEBOOK..oh the thrill of seeing my friends, of knowing what they where doing at exactly the time they where doing it, Not forgetting the juicy gossips. lol..commenting on beautiful and funny photos..and generally been connected..

Don't get me wrong I love my friends...and would love nothing more than to be in constant communication with them. Lately however...this 'networking' thingy has become quite a handful for me..I've had it! why would I wake up in the morning..and instead of saying my prayers I dive straight into my computer...not to face my books..but to face-book..in even my dreams I conjure up my next status..

It may seem funny...cos even as I write this there's just one thought on my mind..."share on facebook.."abeg I dey vex" apologies to non Nigerians it means literally I'm burnt..I'm gonna make efforts but I need YOU reading this ..to assist me by offering your prayers and advice and maybe an alternative Habit...My name is James and I am an addict..lol