Mobola Writes

Hi! I guess I need to reintroduce myself because it's been a long time and this place is dusty and filled with cobwebs. I know my shakara is much but I didn't mean to put you all on a long term suspense like this. Ema binu! For the records, I am Mobola, your favourite valentine delivery girl and I'm here to tell my delivery tales. Package one delivery adventure was sweet so I thought package will be like that but I was wrong... Package two was not wrapped in a bag like the first one inorder to avoid suspicion. Remember, I told you we've been planning this for so long? So you can't expect us to use same packaging techniques for both packages. O wa technically wrong nau! This time around, my package was carefully wrapped and placed in a bucket with heaps of clothes serving as a cover. You guessed right! I was to disguise as if I'm going for my normal Friday laundry. Sense no dey finish! Na boarding school we dey and na student we be (winks). After all the paparazz...

Hi! I am Mobola, your favourite valentine delivery girl. The journey to my destination was not for the weak at all. Thank God for God! I was originally a purple house member but I stayed more in pink house, making me the perfect person to deliver the package since my receiver, abi what do you people call them, is in my original hostel. Hence, I can easily disguise as someone going to rest or arrange my corner. Corner in a boarding school is the bedspace apportioned to each student. So yeah, I began my journey. The journey from pink house to purple house is two minutes walking distance as the hostel were beside each other. However, I spent what seemed like an eternity before gaining entrance. I recited all the prayers my mum taught me since childhood and even topped it with my general overseer's prayer point. The sender already put a stern note of warning "don't mention my name if you're caught." Which kain thing be dis na! Is it me that have lover ni! Why are you ...

After days of strategic planning and decision making, we finally got to a conclusion. Trust students na. We would always devise a means no matter how tough the situation is. On Valentine's eve, the hostels were bubbling. Every pen that has been forgotten in the basket of love were revived. The oyinbo was not from this world. The services of people like me, who had beautiful writings was employed to craft out love messages. I wrote letters, no be small.  Wahala for who no get fine writing sha! I would have shown you one of my letters but sadly I don burn them. Old things have passed away. Lol . A typical love letter in my school starts with oriki: Dear Ajoke mi, how are you? I hope you are fine. If so doxology! (Whispers) I still don't know the meaning of the word till date. Wo, mio le waku! Honestly, I wish I had a business mind back then. I would have become a billionaire through writing love letters. Back to my delivery adventure... That year's valentine fell on a Friday...

Hi! I am Mobola, your favourite valentine delivery girl and I am here to tell my success story as a deliverer . Valentine's day celebration was always hitch free until this particular year. The principal had banned all forms of celebration and gift sharing because people were abusing the privilege and anyone caught, would be made to face the disciplinary committee; in worst cases, the defaulter will earn a two weeks suspension.  The interesting thing is one wouldn't even know who and who were appointed to write names. You know boarding school and junior CIDs whose delight is writing names of defaulter and submitting to the authority.  I hope these set of people are currently working with the Nigeria Police Force. Lol This announcement was made on the assembly ground four days before Valentine.  Four days o, ojo merin! Ah! Gbese re! When people had already ordered goods from Dubia. The news came as a shock to mostly senior students. The school was as silent as a graveyard ...

It's barely three weeks to valentine and the memories from my secondary school days hit me hard. Valentine in I.A.G.C is usually special both for the young and old. However, it is a day to shout " God when " for some of us that has no lover, school mother and other school shenanigans. Second term is always a special term to look forward to. Not because of anything spectacular but because of Valentine's day. Right from the beginning of the term, you'd get to hear people chant the popular anthem crafted solely for valentine. It goes thus: Call: Who will be my val? Res: Valentine Call: Will you be my val? Res: Valentine Call: Come and be my val Res: Valentine Well, some are always lucky to pair up with their val but for people like me, we always end up as "messenger of love" on the D-Day. Needless to say, we are always the bringer of good news; the one and only delivery ladies with the basket of love. Ah! I've been doing deliveries, e don tey . Wait fir...