Mobola Writes

Picture credit: deposit photos When it comes to dealing with village people, you just have to pay obeisance to them if you don't want them to se yeye you infront of aradugbo . Apart from the heartbreak that happened later in the day, yesterday was a lucky day. I was delving into the difficult aspect of my course outline and to some extent, I was scared. I was more than confused when my instructor started drawing lines for pattern. Construction was the only Maths topic I loved in secondary school but this was more complex. To be honest, I hated Maths. The relationship between both of us is toxic. Maths should be abolished in this life because what is all these numbers tori olorun . But God so good, I did mine and it came out well. My joy knew no bound. I was beaming. I did not hesitate to tell anyone who cared to listen that I overcame this pattern by the blood of the lamb (let me be religious a bit). Mobola 1-0 Village people Little did I know that my village people went to prepa...

Picture credit: mobile.twitter.com One of the most important aspect of my life people are so interested in is my relationship status. I have gotten so many questions whether I am single, engaged or married. To some extent, the third option is not feasible since it would be so obvious if I'm married. Well, you cannot say though. I may decide to keep it from the public as usual. But who would not want to flaunt her wedding band; even though I may mistakenly flush it down the drain due to my clumsiness. Now, let's get to the main gist... "Love is a beautiful thing..." Scratch that, it is cliche. I am only trying to sound like an helpless romantic. Weeew! It is not easy putting this out. But see ehn, nobody is above breakfast o, ehn ehn . I got involved with this guy two years ago. At first, I did not take notice of him even though he was always in my face almost every day.  Until God opened my eyes... He was all shades of handsome: smooth and beautiful skin, perfect heig...

Well, it takes the grace of God the father, God the son, God the holy ghost to farabale and watch a movie without fast-forwarding it. I can watch a one hour movie in 10 minutes. Safe to say, I don't have a favourite movie. Thank you!  Till tomorrow, Mobola .

Picture credit: Image Diamond The story of the creatives would not be complete if I don't introduce you to a particular boy in an old man's body.  Meet Seph - the father of all hoes in CWG. Seph does not get a joke easily, especially one that is not related to hoeism. But when he finally does, his   hysterical laughter surely sends everyone into a laughing spree. Everyone always looks forward to his "oh! I get" when a joke has died down.  Blame him not, jokes does not have b$$bs and a$$ - those two are what triggers his brain. A combination of Seph and Ayusco will leave you rolling on the floor all day.  One would have thought he is conversant with the holy book since he is named after a bible character (Joseph) but our dear old man does not even know Moses was a stammerer. You can imagine the shock on his mum's face when she heard of it too. Sunday school teachings have entered the forest.😂 Whispers Come closer, I want to tell you something. Uncle Seph had an ...

I woke up vibing to Tiwa Savage's Somebody son. I was singing the song religiously and doing some moves in the bathroom while brushing my teeth. Little did I know that today's topic is single and happy. Coincidentally, today is Saturday: another glorious day for owanmbe . But as usual, I'm curled up in my favorite corner of the house, romancing my phone.  Hmmm single? It is so obvious everyone will rush to read this post just to know Mobola's status. Na una dey kukuma rush me. Wait fess! DJ play me All the single ladies 😹 Oh yes, daughter of Zion is single. Infact I subscribed to the premium package. I am of the believe that a human female is single until someone's son put a wedding band on her fingers and exchange marital vows. Since I have not done that, mo single pa .  Am I happy? Obviously! Na single I single, I no kill person. There is this freedom that comes with being single. No one is watching you. No one is taming you, especially for people like me that ...

There are numerous places I want to visit but on the top of the list is HEAVEN. I know this will cause some uproar and some people will even ask me: Mobola, nibo latun jasi? 😂 Be rest assured that I am not depressed neither am I suicidal. The vivid description of heaven - streets of gold, many mansions, serenity, the heavenly choirs doing their thing, sky daddy on his throne - makes me want to visit there. I might even get a chance to wink at fine bobo such as Angel Michael. I would try to avoid Uncle Solomon. That man may be tempted by my a$$. I will love to ask him how he survived with that number of women. And when I see grandpa Abraham, I will kneel down to greet him like the proper Yoruba girl that I am - mo ni respect gan, you just don't know . Oh! How can I forget daddy David? I would visit daddy David and tell him eskiss mi sir, e try gan o. How's Anty Bathsheba?  Of course, I have to visit my mansion and check the quality of materials used. I will tell sky daddy to ch...

My memory bank is blank right now, however, I found one memory I'd like to share. I am not so keen about sharing my private affairs but there is this strong urge to share this. I do hope it strengthens someone's faith. It should be about this time last year or thereabout. I had declined my first service deployment because of the state of deployment. Covid happened and all plans were halted; only to be revisited in November. The portal was reopened and this time, I had no option but to go. I got a hang of the news very late so I had to raise a substantial amount within two days. Thanks to God, I was able to. Afterwards, I was left with nothing but frustration. Lol. Yes, I had bought my camp things since way back so that was sorted.  But how do I survive in camp with practically no kobo at hand. I could bet on my period that I'd have issues with the food because of the complex stomach I have. Well, I was hoping for a miracle until the call-up letter came out and I saw "p...