Highlights of Lafta Extravaganza 3 (Youtube Video)

Did you witness Lafta Extravaganza 3 with Mc Pamtop?
Then you know how it all went down.. Well, Lafta Extravaganza 4
is on the way! So brace yourself.

In the meantime, lets walk you down memory lane as we share
Some of the high points of Lafta Extravaganza 3.

Pls click here to watch :

https://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=oRn-H1K-Ee4

#Fireflies from Azare

They watched him as he ate..grudging him every mouthful he took. Hungry eyes traced the path of each morsel as it began its descent down his gullet. They waited patiently as he gorged while they starved..they knew their time would soon come..and it did.
Sidi nugded his companion to combat readiness as he anticipated their target's next move..Bingo!

As the man rose to wash his hands by the tap near the bukateria,he dashed for the remains of the meal while his accomplice blocked their fellow comrades from snatching their prize. They made away with their loot as the curses of the man who apparently hadn't finished his meal rang in their ears. Another meal another day for the fireflies of Azare..

Sidi and Mika both hailed from the  village of Azare. Released by their parents into the custody of a Scholar/Guardian along with other young boys of their age. They roamed the streets of Kano foraging for food and bringing any valuable they acquired to their Mallam who sold them and shared the proceeds as he deemed fit. He was their teacher, protector and benefactor. He was God to them.

They learnt very quickly that the world had no place for them and that begging was the world's most difficult profession. People had become cold and distrustful. To survive in this world, you had to make do with whatever you could find..or steal. Love was a word that only existed in theory but violence was a language easily understood. Their education was coming along nicely. The fireflies would soon become dragons.

Due to their resourcefulness and intelligence, Sidi and Mika naturally became favorites of their mallam. He would send them on missions and they always returned victorious..until he finally turned their thoughts to murder. Mallam told them there was a certain cleric in the town who had become a thorn in the flesh. He looked them in the eye and told them to do the necessary. Sidi was the natural leader and took to violence like a fish to water. Mika on the other hand was a bit retrospective and given to much reading.

The duo undertook the infamous mission and succeeded but tripped an alarm on their way out. Sidi managed to escape but Mika was not that fortunate. Beaten within an inch of his life and left to rot in jail, all seemed over for him. But for some strange reason, the brother of the cleric who was murdered took an interest in him and paid him regular visits in prison. By divine providence, Mika was released from prison and started a new life under the tutelage of his new benefactor. Mika soon grew to be a mallam himself with children entrusted to his care. The firefly had become the Phoenix; the bird that rose from the ashes of its own cremation.

One day, Mika took the train from Kano to Maiduguri on a scholarly mission. Aboard the train, he noticed a face that was vaguely familiar. He almost jumped out of his skin! It was Sidi! Same watchful eyes! Same devil-may-care grin! It was Sidi all right. They embraced and started to catch up on old times. At a point,Sidi motioned him to an empty coach and revealed his true reason for boarding the train. He was on a suicide mission to Maiduguri wt explosives strapped to his chest..Mika was horrified! The firefly had become a dragon

Eye-witness accounts said they heard sounds of fighting in a nearby coach and hurried to behold a strange spectacle. Two men were locked in a death-grip as in a grotesque dance and as they swayed together, each step brought them closer to the edge of the train..one of them was obviously trying to free himself while the other held on with tears streaming down his cheek..he managed to tip his companion over and they both fell out of the train and tumbled down the ridge. A moment later, they heard a loud explosion..the human-bomb had exploded.Their bodies were never found.The fireflies had come home.

#Boomsha

#The Joy of Sleepwalking

The day the world went mad..we were fast asleep..all tucked beneath the sheets. We were totally unaware of what was about to happen to us..to our world as we knew it. Our lives were about to change dramatically and irreversibly. They called it a national crisis but the aftermath had spilled over into neighbouring countries and even overseas. So many lives would never be the same again after that night..some folk called it a disaster..but for others it was their salvation.

You see, it all started with a project initiated by the Nigerian Scientific Research Institute (NSRI). Recent findings as to the cause of insomnia and sleeplessness amongst nigerians had galvanized our dear scientists to device a special frequency signal which when beamed via satellite to a mobile phone could lull the user's brain to sleep without the use of drugs. It seemed the perfect cure for insomnia. And after successful trial runs on animals,the ambitious men of the Institute were ready to begin human testing. However, there was something they overlooked; the subconscious mind.The human mind is like an iceberg..the conscious mind is just the most obvious part of it..the subconscious part of the mind is submerged and much more powerful..and when the tip of an iceberg is cut off,the submerged part rises to the surface..

The plan was to transmit the special frequency via satellite to the  mobile phones of the test subjects but due to a technical hitch, the frequency was re-routed  via the usual communication channels used by our commercial telecommunication firms. As a result, the signal was beamed to the cellphones of every mobile user in Nigeria. Apart from the usual inconvenience of security operatives sleeping on duty and people snoozing on their night shifts, a far more serious consequence erupted..

When the special frequency hit the brain, it lulled the conscious part of our brain to shut down,freeing the subconscious mind to rise to the surface. By natural selection, our most predominant thoughts rose to the fore and the brain acted upon them without concious thot..The human body in turn responded to the signals sent to it by the brain and moved of its own accord..The NSRI had set off a human A-Bomb!

And so it started..a whole nation of sleepwalkers acting on their most dominant thoughts. The things people had nursed in their minds for a long time and given the most thought but never acted upon were being expressed. Bodies in motion..people moving with a sense of urgency about them..barely 2 am in the morning and the highways were already packed with moving vehicles and pedestrians. Where was everybody rushing to? Where we really desired to, of course..The joy of sleepwalking!

Everybody acting upon thoughts they had brooded upon and buried in their subconcious. For some, they had entertained thoughts of murder and vice! The carnage could only be better imagined..people killing their neighbours.. Shops getting looted..properties destroyed..chaos everywhere..For some their predominant thoughts bordered on romance..Many a spouse woke up the next morning to discover their better-halfs had disappeared into the night to be with their lovers..

Even the clubs were not left out in the windfall..obviously most people never really got over the weekend. The discothèques were packed and so were the motels..young people hooking up and sampling the forbidden fruit..it was a time to realize your fantasies,you see.
Well,to be fair..it wasn't all rioting and debauchery that night..there were some good developments too. Some families still woke up in each others' arms and many a boss arrived work to find the resignation letters of workers who had finally quit and started their own businesses.Feuding parties re-concilled and prodigal sons came home. It wasn't so bad tho..The joy of sleepwalking

Funny tho..the places of worship..they remained mostly empty that wonderful night. No crowd of sleepwalkers filled the pews or thronged the altars to say their prayers. I guess we all had other things on our minds that night. And the awkward thing was..we could no longer pretend about the things that really mattered to us anymore..they were obvious..God is not mocked. We all avoided the preacher's gaze when he came visiting..until we found out he hadn't been in church either that night..The joy of sleepwalking

#Boomsha

P.S
If you had been there when it happened, where do you think you would have found yourself the next morning?

#A drug called Happiness

#A drug called Happiness

Have you ever done drugs before? You know, i mean..just a little tiny scoop of that highly prohibited extra-terrestrial stuff? Whooosh! depending on the grade of what you took, the buzz could last for hours..days sef, some say. That's an experience you never forget in a lifetime..that is,if you ever survive it. Well, if you havnt done drugs before, you are better off..
but hey..u know what? You aren't really any different. The awful truth
is..We are all junkies!..and regardless of where you get your supply from..the high never lasts forever.. we all need a new fix from time to time..

We are Junkies all right..hooked on a drug called Happiness..That's the
holy grail right there!..The constitution guarantees us the right to life,liberty and the pursuit of happiness..so we chase it! For all its worth. Dont we all want to be happy? Of course we do..that's all we want! Every single human being on the planet! Deep down inside..all our efforts and achievements are frenzied effforts to grasp at happiness..the most powerful drug in the world.Our definitions and perceptions of what happiness is may differ from person to person..but in whatever form we
encase it..its still the same at the end..we all wanna get high off that
happiness drug..

But just like any other drug..happiness never lasts long enough. Its there one moment and gone the next. Happiness is an unfaithful mistress..a fickle
fan..a fair-weather friend..but the option of living without it is
unbearable. Who wants an unhappy life? Not me,certainly. So we chase it again..never getting enough of it to last us through the day..we always need a new fix! So along come the drug dealers..the happiness merchants..who make a killing off our addiction..selling products that offer a promise of lasting happiness..on the mass media..on the streets..in your homes, offices and even places of worship..

They mold our perception of what happiness means and convince us to get a quick fix for our happiness-addiction..they offer us happiness-pills in the guise of fashion, technology,education,politics,luxury items,entertainment and religion..yes,religion..they all promise happiness in their own
ways..but these sources never live up to their manifestoes (pardon the
pun)..we acquire..we achieve..we party..we worship..and we are happy..but only for a season..then its right back to reality.

Our desperate search often leads us down the path of romance..its a small wonder songs and movies about love sell the highest..it holds the most insincere promise of happiness..and we buy into the myth of "falling in love and living happily ever after"..but here again we are disappointed..love also brings its own share of troubles..there is no such
thing as "happily ever after"..Love is hardwork..and not the bed of roses
we were made to believe it was..so where do we run to?

Well, we must realize that happiness was never meant to last for more than a spell..it can hardly sustain itself, talk more a human being. Its only a drug,my friend. Go beyond the drug and find the source..then you will never need to get a new fix again. Wise up, Papi..God created happiness and gave man the capacity to reach for it and enjoy it..but not to be sustained by it. God is the true source of happiness and heaven is a moment of happiness multiplied by infinity and taken to the depths of infinity. Be smart,o jare! Dump the drug and go to the source.

#Boomsha

P.S
Boomsha Anthem by Rapsodee drops next weekend! Get ready to download and
sing along!

ff on twitter : @daboomsha
Email: daboomsha@gmail.com

#Survivor's Guilt

She waited for him..pulse racing..heart pounding..she waited patiently..with a knife in her hand. He always stopped by the bar on his way home..took his time getting soaked..but he would be home soon..then all hell would break loose..as usual..only this time would be the last time. Somebody will have to die tonight..She tightened her grasp on the handle of the knife as she heard the sound of his car's engine along the driveway..

Funny though..she used to wait for him at the door eagerly..with a smile and a hug..sometimes, with nothing on except her nightgown and a rose between her teeth..but that was a long time ago..before the children came..before that awful incident that changed everything.

They had always wanted to go on a family vacation but never actually got around to it due to their busy work schedules. So when they heard of a family retreat being organized by a popular travel agency at a very modest fee, they grabbed the offer. Nobody could have forseen the boat mishap that occurred in the middle of the lake..the weather seemed so calm and serene..they never saw the storm coming..the wave that did their boat in and scattered them across the lake. Somehow, by a twist of fate, she and her husband survived..but their kids were not so fortunate.

So they returned to an empty house filled with what used to be happy memories. Their grief was a shared feeling and ought to have brought them closer so each could draw comfort from the other..but there was another feeling that grew with each passing day..It was guilt! Guilt that they had survived but their children perished..a feeling of shame mixed with self-reproach..Survivor's Guilt!

People deal with the feeling of guilt in different ways. Some live in denial choosing to bury themselves in activity..any activity..That was the path she chose..others react in anger which quickly finds a channel to express itself..That was her husband's choice. He saw her as a daily reminder of his failure to save his family..she was his guilt personified..and to quiet the voice of accusation in his mind, he beat her daily into submission..That was how he dealt with Survivor's Guilt..

Well, tonight..He would face a monster of his own creation..the sum total of all his fears..after tonight,there would no more survivors..no more guilty ones..they would all be casualties..

How about you,my friend? Are you dealing with Survivor's Guilt in one form or the other? Do you come running everytime your Ex is in trouble? I mean..You know that   relationship was poison but ever so often u go sniffing around old fires.  You broke that addiction but ermh..sometimes, you feel obligated to check up on your company of Ex-fellow addicts. Are you really free? Or are you suffering from Survivor's Guilt?

Think about it

@DaBoomsha

P.S
If you would like to know more about dealing with Survivor's Guilt or share your experience along those lines, do send us a mail: boomsha@gmail.com
We would love to hear from you

#The Emancipation of Bingo

Bingo sat in the middle of the Lagos - Ibadan expressway and smiled to himself. He ignored the shouts and curses of the commercial bus drivers as they swerved to avoid him and lolled his tongue at startled passengers..all the while grinning like an idiot. None of them would dare hit him! He was betting his life on it. Nigerians were so susperstitious. He shook his head and snorted.They believed it was bad luck to hit a dog when you were travelling..So there he sat..right in the middle of the highway..enjoying his five minutes of fame.

It was bingo's 10th birthday. He had always wanted to do this..It felt good to finally live that dream.He was done trying to please human beings. He was a runaway dog who had chosen to live the rest of his short lifespan doing whatever he pleased. Obstructing traffic was a rascally thing to do, he admitted..but then again, life was too short not to have fun..especially if you were a dog. He knew had just a couple years more to live..but before his demise, he would declare his independence..the emancipation of bingo!

Human beings were funny sha..they paraded themselves as higher animals..mscheww..higher indeed. They were a confused lot! They stuck up their noses and talked condescendingly to dogs..like their humanity made them superior to any other animal that roamed the earth.."hehehe"  he chuckled, hardly able to conceal his amusement. Humans! They had no respect for the natural order of things! Humans..the only specie that preyed upon its own kind.. Humans who had no respect for God or any living thing that God created! Humans!

'Abeg..abeg..'he barked at the sky..'make we hear word!' A dog was ten times better than a human being. Only dogs loved unconditionally ..only a dog would gladly give its life to protect another..only a dog would forgive again and again..only a dog could truly forgive and forget..not these animals that walked on two legs. A Male dog on heat no matter how pressed he is would never burn with passion for another male dog..but humans..mscheww. 
Just the other day, his dog-friend in the U.S, a lady poodle named Tasha sent him a voice -mail through the dog-network. She sounded really traumatized. She said her owner, Mr Bruce had come home one day with a weird smell she could hardly place..even his walk seemed funny. She said she got the shocker of her life when she caught a glimpse of him coming out of the bathroom. Her dear, Mr Bruce had developed the full features of a woman! He even referred to himself as 'caitlyn' on the phone. She felt her head swelling as she gawked at the apparition before her..What in the world was this aberration? She yelped with fright and fled for her dear life!

"Poor Tasha" bingo muttered to himself. She was one of those dogs that would do anything to please her master. she craved to be loved like most dogs..they were love junkies..the whole lot of them..that was the curse of the dog-specie..ever desiring to be loved by human beings. But not Bingo..he was too old now to care about such things. All he had left to feel for humanity was pity. These incredibly gifted animals chosen by God himself to lead the rest of creation now victims of their own proclivities..ever learning but never coming to the knowledge of the Truth..

Oh well, Time to go!..LASTMA would be here any minute now..Bingo raised a hindleg and declared his independence right there on the road before strolling off into the bushes..Every dog has its day..He would return again sometime..

#Boomsha 

ff on twitter: @daboomsha

#The One That Got Away

#The One That Got Away

As we all gathered at our friend's funeral, one thought ran through our minds..a strong disapproval we all shared but nobody voiced out..Jide should have never gone back to the village! Not after everything that had transpired..Jide should have known better! You see, Jide's village was one of those remote communities steeped in tradition and idol worship. Jide grew up as the last born in a family of four..his father was a poor widower who died in his sleep leaving jide and his siblings to cultivate their overfarmed plot of land..one by one, Jide's siblings died under mysterious circumstances until only Jide remained..The superstitious villagers avoided him as they patiently waited for death to claim the last survivor of the Ajanaku family..

However, divine providence stepped in, in the form of Jide's school principal who had closely followed Jide's brilliant progress in academics and recommended him for a local government scholarship. Shortly afterwards, Jide left the village to begin school in the city. From college to the university, Jide performed excellently and quickly rose to positions of leadership. Barely after graduation, he had a federal appointment waiting for him. Jide's rise to fame and success seemed to be some sort of divine compensation for his unfortunate childhood as he recorded achievement after achievement. It was only a matter of time before word got back to the village that the unfortunate offspring of the Ajanaku family had cheated his fate and was living in affluence and wealth.

A delegation was dispatched to Lagos to meet with this illustrious son of the village..Jide Ajanaku..The one that got away. It was a pathetic sight that greeted Jide's eyes as they filed into his office..their faces told a story of hardship and deprivation..their sunken cheeks and bony shoulders wailed of malnourishment..eyes filled with reproach, they accused Jide of abandonment..his father's house was in disrepair they said..his nieces and nephews were starving..how could he have left them to their misery? "Haba Jide! " they groaned..

A rainbow of emotions flashed through Jide's mind..He felt pity at their condition..Joy that he had escaped their fate..shame that he had forgotten his blood relatives still wallowing in abject poverty..anger at their sublime rebuke..but there was one emotion that was stronger than the others..even after he had sent them off with half of his savings..even after he had done all he could to improve the lot of his kinsmen..even though Jide knew he deserved to be happy..all the same this strange emotion haunted him..and drove him back to the village

So here we were..at Jide's funeral..The one we thought had gotten away..Sadly,Jide hadnt gotten away away afterall..and as we grieved..we shared a little in what Jide had felt when he met his folks from the village..it was a feeling of shame mixed with self-reproach..a dangerous emotion which we knew we had no right feeling but we felt all the same..The fact remained..Jide didnt make it but we did..We were alive and well..Jide wasnt..So that nagging feeling remained..and it still afflicts many today..no matter how hard they try to fight it..regardless of how many times they remind themselves that they deserve to be blessed and happy even if others aren't..Its a disease of the soul that afflicts the fortunate..its called SURVIVOR'S GUILT

Are you suffering from Survivor's Guilt ? Is it something eazily noticed? How do we recognize the signs?  How do we fight it? Or better yet, how do we avoid it in the first place? Lets talk some more about this next week..See ya

#Boomsha

#Breaking Up With Jesus

Chioma was a firebrand..a one-woman mopol..cute,intelligent and passionate about Jesus. Many a playboy on campus had tried wooing her and ended up becoming permanent ushers in church by the time,chioma was done with them.
She was so into Jesus she made the rest of us who were still trying to find our feet in christianity look like an unserious bunch of backsliders..and she did it without even trying..Chioma was on fire alright..we all knew it was a matter of time before she became the next pastor of our students fellowship..Chioma was that sold out..

So our shock could only be better imagined when we heard Chioma was with child  and had dropped out of school..The awful truth was that a cult group had raided the girl's hostel during one of the frequent power blackouts and molested some of them, including Chioma. Sadly, her innocence wasnt the only thing they took, they also introduced her to early motherhood. Chioma couldnt bear the shame of living with the stigma..she was supposed to be the chaste one..the beacon of light..the defender of the faith..how could God have allowed this happen to her? Raped and impregnated at the same time! How could Jesus love her and still allow this to happen? Chioma's grief turned into resentment and then bitterness. She renounced her faith ..Jesus had betrayed her..broken her trust..so she broke up with Him..Do you blame her? Wait! before you answer..Pls read the next story..

Matthew was a devout christian..always gave his tithe and offerings..never missed church services..As the Head of the evangelism department,he was always the first to hit the streets with a tract in one hand and a "God bless you" on his lips..fervent in spirit..serving the good Lord..even though he had been applying for jobs without success..inspite of his 4 digit account balance..he gave cheerfully..Blessed are the poor in Spirit..for they shall see God..

Well,things were looking up..Matthew had written the entrance exams for the Nigerian Defence Academy and passed. He had been called up to report at the academy for his physical the coming week..things were definitely looking up! His kid brother had just finished secondary school and came over to lagos to spend some time with big bros. They were on their way back from a camp retreat when it happened..at oshodi. They heard screams of "Thief! Thief!" and turned around to see a mob bearing down on them..their protests of innocence fell on deaf ears as they were beaten to a coma. It took a patrol team of mobile policemen who just happened to be passing by to rescue them from being roasted by the mob. Matthew's brother never came out of his coma. As for Matthew,he woke up to find himself half-blind in the hospital with a missing limb,hanging on to his life by a thread. How had this tragedy befallen him? He sobbed. He was no longer physically fit to make it to the academy..he had lost his brother..parts of his body..everything. "Why? God why?" He cried..his spirit broken as tears raced down his cheeks.. When his pastor showed up at the hospital, matthew refused to see him. He had made up his mind.."Take that Jesus talk to someone else" He croaked "Im done"..Matthew had broken up with Jesus..He died the next day..Was he right? Erm..one more story please

I discovered  this story in my favorite book of stories..its the story of a honest and God-fearing business tycoon who lost everything that was dear to him in 24 hours..His stupendous wealth..His family..His health..everything! in one day! And was God behind that too? Well, technically no..It was the devil..but the book said God allowed it. I remember empathizing with this man. God stood by and watched him lose everything..God even watched him suffer extreme physical pain and humiliation as the devil afflicted his body..it was nasty,my friend!..so when this man lashed back at God,i kinda felt his pain..and oh how he ranted!..it was a sight to behold..one man telling God his "church" mind..and God..actually..listened..You wanna know how that ended?..Well,you will have to look that up yourself..its the book of Job in the bible..Im pretty sure you would find it quite an interesting read.

Now, why did i share these stories with you? Well, i did just to ask you this: Will you let God be God even if He doesnt give you what you want? Will Jesus still be your saviour if He doesnt save you from your landlord and you end up on the streets? Will you still sing #Godwin if you lose your Job? Will you say 'God is good' even when you spirit is broken and your health is failing? When the storms of life rage against you and you take quite a beating, will you still be cool with Jesus or will you be mad at Him? Will you let God be God regardless of your circumstances? Will you still love Jesus or will you break up with Him? Think about it..

#Boomsha


P.S
The lady in the first story: Chioma.
She went back to school some years later..graduated and got a job with an NGO that addresses issues of abuse against women. Her child is extremely talented and already plays the piano at her local church..oh,did i mention? She is also a pastor..i guess she and Jesus made up afterall...

Side Note:
Have you ever felt like any of the persons whose stories i shared?
Have you been in a similar situation?
Why dont you share your story with us?
We would love to hear from you
Pls send your story to boomsha@gmail.com
God bless!

Boomsha Buzz: Laughter Extravaganza With Mc Pamtop

It is here again,folks! Laughter Extravaganza Season 3

I will be hosting the biggest comedy show in Alimosho this year!

Do be my guest as Gudgold Ent & Dynamic Humour Incorporated
Presents
The Biggest Comedy Event In Alimosho......
Its LAUGHTER EXTRAVAGANZA season 3( The Rebirth)

Comedy by: Omobaba 1, Mc Ajele, Koloman, Mc Morris, Destalker, Open Teeth, Charcoal, Stainless Man, Mallam Spencer, Boy Of God, Prof, G.O, Mc Blessed, Mc Olata, Parrot, Akanluv, Mc Moskey and many more...
Music by: Joesongz, Blinx Cavali, Minister Chinedu and the Genius Crew, Destined Brothers....

Dance by: Empire Crew(Akin Alabi's official dance crew)

Host: Rapsodee and Vicky
Date: 21st June 2015..
Time: 2pm Prompt..
Venue: Dayspring Ministries Int'l...3 Taiwo Talabi Close off Pipeline Road by Honeyland School,Abesan Gate Bus Stop,Ipaja,Lagos...
Ticket: FREEEEEEEE

Supported by:: TREM, DAYSPRING MIN INTL, BANNER OF TRUTH, BJ CLOTHIERS, MTN, AIT, HERBSVILLA, ABESAN NEWS....
You don't wanna miss it.. This show will blow your mind... Be there!!!!!
Endorsed by: MC PAMTOP.......

#Breaking up with Barbie

Last week,i got a call from Sophie. She said we needed to see and catch up on old times. I was delighted to hear from her. Who is Sophie? Ermh well, Sophie is not her actual name..its Sophia..but i call her that. Sophie..short for sophisticated..it was a private joke between us. You see, we had been quite close during our university days..Yea..but we never made it past that level of relationship. The friendzone is real,my friend..lol. Anyway,when Sophie told me she was in town and would like us to rendevous,i was intrigued..it sure would be nice to see Sophisticated Sophie again.

So we met at an Ice Cream joint along Ikeja,GRA,Lagos. Chocolate was one of her pet indulgencies..Oh she also had a thing for fashion,high society, movie stars and barbie dolls..she was that kinda broad. Seeing her,i tried hard to conceal my surprise..Sophie had aged..considerably..
Time hadnt been particularly kind. She was pushing 30 but looked 45 already..
 "You look great,Sophie" I lied as we embraced.
"Yeah right" She scoffed in reply "I heard you are married now?"
"Yes i am" I replied, waving my wedding ring
"I wish i was too" She sighed
Then she launched into a tirade about her love life..The failed relationships and ungrateful lovers. As she ranted,my mind wandered..back to when we first met..

It was during our 100 level registration on campus. We were Jambites..fresh off the secondary school boat..trying to act all savvy and unintimidated by our surroundings. We had been on the registration queue for quite some time patiently waiting our turn as the sun burned our temples and heated our tempers.Then this girl in skirts and high boots looking like she just escaped from a high school musical waltzed in and made straight for the front of the queue.Trust students na..she was bounced back with boos and jeers as she beat a hasty retreat.She obviously wasnt used to that kind of treatment. Her wounded pride wouldn't let her join the tail of the queue and so there she stood..some metres away..lips trembling,clutching a huge barbie doll and looking like a lost little girl..*sigh*..boomsha to the rescue..lol.Guess,ive always been a sucker for damsels in distress. I beckoned to her and made room in front of me inspite of protests from behind. She gratefully slipped into place and murmured a hurried thanks. We struck up a conversation and so our friendship began..

Now here we were..many years later..some things had changed..some obviously hadnt..you see,Sophie had always had a crush on one movie star or the other while we were in school. She never had time for any of her toasters on campus.She was way out of their league. She would tell me about the latest celebrity wedding and how she got a follow back from Usher on twitter. She had always lived her life on television and held on to her childhood fantasies. In the mean time,real life possibilities slipped through her choosy fingers. She liked to be waited upon like a princess and only dated men who fitted in her dream world but they never stayed around long enough .Sophie no longer carried a barbie doll around but she still hadnt let go of other things..

As we parted ways that evening, she made me promise to do her a little favour..so here goes..This one is for sophie..

ADERTISEMENT:
Self-Employed Single Mother in her late 20's
seeks a serious relationship with
A tall,dark and handsome male
Must be very rich and famous
Preferrably a movie star
Helps with the dishes and writes romantic poetry
Pls email: boomsha@gmail.com

Sophie's waiting
#Boomsha