Korede Kugbiyi – Guest Writer

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Attention Please!!!

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Queen Oset’s Blog has a guest writer!

Yup! Yup!

I decided I was going to let him introduce himself so,  I told him to come up with a short piece about himself and the dude ended up sending me an epistle! Here’s what he wrote;

So one time I stared at myself in the mirror and for a while, I just kept looking, and I started laughing out loud ‘cos it was kinda funny actually. You should give it a try you know, seeing yourself laugh at yourself… mehn your madness is on another dimension… LOL! I’m just kidding, it’s good therapy. So as I was saying jare, I stared at the mirror and after I laughed for awhile, I had this bewildered  look on my face, almost as if I was looking at a total stranger, and that look non-verbally screamed a simple question – WHO AM I??

Hmm, big question yeah?…

Funny enough, I couldn’t answer the question very well, and if u can give a very comprehensive and explicit answer about who you TRULY are, telling me why you think and act the way you do sometimes, then I’ll like to meet with you.

Enough serious talk, lemme share with you who this brother is. For starters, I’m not Korede Bello; although we share the first name and we kinda look alike (I am finer; though to be specific, sassier (sexier)LOL!) I am very passionate about two Gs; God and Girls!! ..hehehe.. I’m just kiddin’ about the second part o, I’m a child of God. I’m also very passionate about mental health, so, yup! You are looking at a potential clinical psychologist!

People say I have a very goooooood and charming voice… Eh, I sing and glasses shatter!!! I’m the third in the line of four boys and I have a unique set of brothers mehn.

 My curiosity and knack to just understand people is a blessing and a curse; it makes me think a lot, and according to my friend, I could be very presumptuous. I am a freak of Christian Rap and a I have a deeeeeeeeep desire to know and understand God and His ways!

So that’s me o. As times goes on, you’ll get to know me better *giggles* I’ll get to know me better! *shines teeth*

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Isn’t he a breath-taking view?

Phew!

Korede’s writing style is very different from mine and I hope you’ll like him; I enjoy reading his stuff, they give me an access into his big head!

Welcome on board Korede!

Queen Oset

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‘In The Morning’ by Korede Kugbiyi

Here’s Korede’s debut piece on Queen Oset’s Blog; it’s a random collection of ‘morning’ thought… Enjoy!

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The morning!

There’s something weird about the early hours of the day…

Something Nostalgic…

Something rather mysterious…

It’s something even you can’t help but do

INTROSPECTION; CORRECTION; CELEBRETION

It happens so fast that if you don’t pay enough attention, you’ll not even notice it happened….Like a gentle whisper it speaks softly but firmly; the more attention you give to the voice the louder it gets.

Like today…I woke up this morning… I had my body stretched with some yawning… And it happened!!…The moment… The event of last night flooded my brain; like a raging Lion you cannot tame… Memories of how I rocked my 25,000 naira tuxedo to my graduation party, thoughts of how for the first time I ‘rocked’ a girl… To the plenty selfies I took with dem chicks who can’t help but pout, to the plenty hugs from friends telling them of how I would miss them.

For the first time I had some liquor in my system… Hmmmm my taste buds were bathed with this bitter-sweet substance; for every time you feel like dropping the bottle, you end up second guessing and the sweet taste holds you ‘spell bound’, and I remember telling myself ‘there’s nothing wrong in taking it for the first time na‘… and then I started feeling nauseated dang! Have you ever felt light headed before? Mehn! Trust me, you don’t know how it feels until you have a taste of it… The perfect response to those early morning thoughts was just to smile…

‘Phew, thank God it’s all over’ I said to myself… Still basking in new found freedom… Like a slave who has just gotten emancipated from slavery, I felt liberated from the chains of assembly lines, white socks and school uniform!  I thought that was it.., I could swear that was what the early morning thought would give me…

And then… Another thought line slowly crept in; like a slow poison the uncertainty crept in, and it brought with it fear, regret… WAEC result!  I have never been this afraid of the first five digits of the alphabet before!

. ‘Maybe if I had studied harder, physics exam wouldn’t have been sooooo….’

‘Shut up! You tried your best.. Do you want to kill yourself’

‘But…’

‘But, what? Trust in God’ (That that moment where you start talking to yourself in 2nd person)

And like Jesus speaking to the raging storm, I managed to speak to my doubts.

You’ve gotta say, there’s something about the early hours of the day.

And like today, I woke up this morning, had my body stretched with some yawning, then it happened… Mehn! the thought of going to school just drained motivation out of me Dang! I have to struggle to get a cab to school… I have an 8 o’clock class… In this school you hustle and queue for everything!!!!!! To go to school, to get a seat in class, to withdraw money from the A.T.M machine, to get cab back home!! This school is really better by stress isn’t it? And then the voice began.. “You’ll just be sleeping shaa, I thought you set the alarm for 1am ‘’ the voice continued “S.M.H… you still have not done your assignment have you? yet you want to be the best in class …hmm nawa oo’’ but I waved the voice away cos I was already late for class.

You sometimes hear this voice don’t you? You gotta say there’s something about the early hours of the day.

Like this morning, I had my body stretched with some yawning… Mourning… Like I DID IT!. I turned to the other side of the bed. He was still there busy snoring…

“I thought I was strong enough”

“I thought I could keep myself till my wedding night”

I thought about how we’ve been flirting with each other for quite some time now… One time he said to me, with his fingers taking a walk from my neck down to my chest “This is how you show you love me”…

How could I be so naïve?

Still basking in my thoughts, the moron still rolled over and pecked me, “I had a great time last night”…

Boys don’t get it do they? What can I say … there’s something definitely something weird about the early hours of the day.