MEET THE CREATIVES: OLANIYI

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Who would have thought that the next human I was going to meet on the group was an old man who had eyes for details and would never let anything pass his eagle eyes? He would notice something as simple as a full stop.

His name is Ola. Both his first and last name starts with Ola, so very few members can differentiate between both. As a matter of fact, people are used to calling him his last name. I hope his dad doesn't break our head when we meet.

Ola shares one similarity with Ayusco: amebo. In the past, amebo used to be an attribute for girls but these two humans took it to the next level. I really don't know why both of them didn't open a fan page like instablog. I describe them as worldwide web.

His write-ups were mesmerizing, with a touch of lovey-dovey and I was always looking forward to them. He had one series going on then which I really loved and daughter of Zion decided to take this love beyond by shooting her shot. 

Entering into his DM was like entering into a lion's den - he was a world-class "hoe" who wouldn't let anything beautiful pass him. Well, I'm glad I did because that was the beginning of our friendship.

Olaniyi was/is a good editor. Back then I do wonder how somebody's son will sit down, read through all the pieces sent to the group and create a long note of constructive criticism. His criticism were usually longer than the said piece.

It is safe to say he stirred my passion for editing and proofreading. 

How can I forget how this human made me get in trouble with my choir mistress? We had decided to meet in school that fateful day. After what seemed like an eternity of gisting, he saw me to the bus stop.

Now, one thing to note about this human is he's always freaked about his height. Ola is neither tall nor short. His height could be described as semi short but he wouldn't let us hear word. Dear Ola, we're in the same category of short. Just that your short is taller than mine😌

At the bus stop, this human pulled me in for a hug with no prior knowledge that my choir mistress was in the bus beside us. We parted ways but as I entered the bus, I heard someone making a sound to call my attention, "hmmm, sister Bola well done o"

Jeez! Sisterhood in the mud🤣

For weeks to come, she didn't stop teasing me in church about the scenario.

Till date, Ola is still a human hoe. Hopefully, you can preach to him to receive Jesus Christ... 

Till I write again,

Mobola