Browsing the archives for the Fun category.

Lingua Fracas

An old post, a little game, here. It also works with Google translate.

10 Reasons to Hate the “Summer” in Nigeria

10. Mud and puddles

9. Heat

8. Noise

7. Mosquitoes

6. Elephant grass

5. Houseflies

4. NTA news  (cheeky cheeky) 🙂

3. NEPA

2. Expired imported apples

1. Dust

PS: This is the 460th post on this blog. Yay!

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10 Reasons to Love the “Summer” in Nigeria

10. Rain

9. Cool evening breeze

8. Football

7. Suya

6. Little children on holidays

5. Events

4. TV shows

3. Moderate atmospheric temperature

2. Water melons, and pine apples.

1. Roasted corn and roasted plantain

It’s Cool To Vote

Here’s a collaborative social message video we made in the middle of April with the help of a small camera, students, and a few willing international friends at the SIUe campus. Enjoy.

Eighteen Bottles

dedicated to the University of Ibadan staff club…

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I had eighteen bottles of whiskey in my cellar and was told by my wife to empty the contents of each and every bottle down the sink, or else…

I said I would and proceeded with the unpleasant task. I withdrew the cork from the first bottle and poured the contents down the sink with the exception of one glass, which I drank.

I then withdrew thecork from the second bottle and did likewise with it, with the exception of one glass, which I drank.

I then withdrew the cork from the third bottle and poured the whiskey down the sink which I drank.

I pulled the cork from the fourth bottle down the sink and poured the bottle down the glass, which I drank.

I pulled the bottle from the cork of the next and drank one sink out of it, and threw the rest down the glass. I pulled the sink out of the next glass and poured the cork down the bottle. Then I corked the sink with the glass, bottled the drink and drank the pour. When I had everything emptied, I steadied the house with one hand, counted the glasses, corks, bottles, and sinks with the other, which were twenty-nine, and as the houses came by I counted them again, and finally I had all the houses in one bottle, which I drank.

I’m not under the affluence of incohol as some thinkle peep I am. I’m not half as thunk as you might drink.

I fool so feelish I don’t know who is me, and the drunker I stand here, the longer I get.

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Culled.

Photo used by permission.