Lets face(book) it!

I don't know about you ladies but if a 33 year old guy I meet on Black Berry Messenger tells me he's still an undergraduate,I'll tend to find that a bit creepy!
But hey,what do I know?

Why you backing the cameras boys?Thought you'd be proud!

Took me a while to write on this story.The intricacies,the emotions and the callousness of it all was almost to much for me to bear at times.
Almost too much!
So,I decided to take my time and for once truly do an in-depth research into the facts of the matter.
The whys,the whens and hows.
Hmmmmmmmmmm!
Well,that effort took a whole glorious 20 minutes!

I guess they call them researchers for a reason!

So,I,m just gonna go all out and call a spade by its family name and not an earth moving farming implement!
Social media does no good!
Its not gonna cure Malaria or HIV.
Its not gonna bring world peace.
And it sure as hell not gonna put food on your table.Except you're Mark Zucker-can't spell his name.

Hope you ladies know I'm really the one making him rich*wink wink*

 Miss Cynthia's case tore my heart out,still does.
A young lady shouldn't have to lose her life to two  horny little beasts like she did.
But tucked within  the bowels of emotions involved in this story lies a pertinent question.
At what point did it become safe to meet up with a complete Black Berry Messenger stranger in a secluded hotel room in a dodgy part of town?
I must have missed the answer on the news!
Call me a jealous,washed out old man,who wishes he could get his youth back,but too much gets shared on the world wide web(Yeah,that's what we oldies still call it!) these days.

WhatsApp!!!!!!!!!!

Ladies posting pictures with their neck almost bent backwards;cant you just take a picture standing straight,for Pete's sake.
Guys updating statuses like "Guess what I had for lunch?"
I'm like............I'm guessing nothing!.Cos that's the way you look,brah!
Social media might have its pluses.
I remember the first time I logged unto facebook,I was blown away!
Seeing the then pretty young girls I went to high school with(who never knew I existed),all looking fat,stressed and ugly was joy become solid.
Chatting up with old friends,making contacts,networking.It was good for a while.
But its all gone sideways now;like Gala,that used to be good too!
The best fun to be had on social media is with friends.Known friends.
But if life and events throws up a particularly intriguing character who you deem fit to accept as a friend,always think with your head,not your heart and most definitely not your jolly machines!
P.S:apparently,i still did not say much on the case.Who am I to judge anyone?Lets live that to the Nigerian Police*ROTFLMAO*

Bolt from the blue!

It's a bird...it's a plane.....it's Facrook Lawan running from the law.............No.....it's Usain Bolt!!!

This was the race the Olympics was made for!
The estimated 11 billion pounds spent on organizing the London Olympics was all geared towards this day and this race.
Eight ridiculously fast(and ridiculously muscled,I must say) men,grinning from ear to ear,all engaging in different forms of theatrics and swagger-do as their names were announced round the stadium.
Waiting eagerly for the starting gun to go off.
The cameras slowly panned from athlete to athlete.
Somewhere in Lane 4 or thereabout was the new kid on the block,Yohann Blake,the prince,about to be king.This was the day many had predicted he was going to take centre stage.
But then,two lanes away(I'm intentionally skipping the inconsequential American athlete between them) was the King himself,looking more self assured and confident than a Nigerian politician looting the treasury!
All smiles,all confidence,all swagger.
My heart pounded with anticipation.Not because there was a Nigerian athlete in the race;I'm guessing the Nigerian participants have since escaped from the Olympics Village and crossed the border into Scotland or Ireland or whatever land that is sure better than home,never to be seen again;

You go boy!!!

 but because the whole world loves a winner and I'll be damned if ain't part of the world!
My mind quickly flashed back to last year in Daegu,South Korea,when Usain Bolt was disqualified from the finals of the 100meteres because of a false start.
Fingers crossed!
No such drama this time!
A usual slow start was followed by that incredible surge we've all grown accustomed to enjoying.
Long legs pumping ahead akwardly.
Head;big,black and balding like a Badagry cocunut,swaying in the wind.
He ran past the rest like someone had announced the race had stopped to his competitors.
This was the fastest 100metres final in Olympic history.7 of the 8 men ran under 10secs;an incredible achievement.
It was indeed a race of champions.
I breathed a deep sigh of satisfaction!
Happy,from celebrating another man's glorious moment with him;SMH.
Lightening does strike twice on one spot.
The Olympics just got it's second bolt.
P.S:If anyone sees Blessing Okagbare for me,kindly thank her for wasting 11 seconds of my life!

The whole world hates a loser.Especially one that comes last!