You guys will come out tomorrow to say rap doesn’t sell in Nigeria while y’all busy promoting mediocrity!
This is not even worth 5/10 for a diss track score card.
This is average compared to what Davolee dropped earlier.
If we are being serious, this doesn’t deserve a response.
Davolee should focus on Dremo cos he don enter DM dey seek peace talk already.
The year was 2014, i was in SS2.
I was a serious student, but I was also in love. And I don’t mean "crush." I mean we were Dating.
My boyfriend was Senior Kunle.
Kunle was in Arts Class. He was the Social Prefect. He was tall, very intelligent, and neat.
We used to meet behind the Agric Lab during break time to hold hands. He wrote me letters saying I was the "Only oxygen he breathes." He told me that after secondary school, we would go to the same University and get married.
I believed him. I was already practicing how to sign "Mrs. Asanwa Kunle."
It was Valentine’s Day.
I wanted to prove to him that I was the best girlfriend in the world. I wanted to shut down the relationship.
I emptied my savings.
I lied to my father that I needed money for a new "Casio Scientific Calculator" and "WAEC Past Questions."
My father gave me N5,000. He thought he was investing in my future; he didn't know he was sponsoring my tears.
I went to the market and bought:
A quality black singlet (If you didn't buy singlet for a guy in 2014, did you love him?).
A bottle of "Smart Collection" perfume.
I went to the best eatery in town and bought a massive takeaway pack of Fried Rice, Chicken, and cold Malt.
I skipped my Physics class that afternoon just to package everything nicely.
I met him behind the Agric Lab. I gave him the package.
I said, "Babe, Happy Val. I love you so much."
Kunle smiled that his wicked smile. He kissed my forehead.
He said, "Asanwa! My wife! You are the best thing to happen to me. I will show you off at the school gate when school closes. Just wait for me."
I went back to class floating. I felt like a Queen. My boyfriend was going to "show me off."
School closed at 4 PM.
I rushed to the school gate, adjusting my uniform, expecting to see him waiting for me.
That was when I saw the scene that reset my brain.
Senior Kunle was standing by the Security Post, waiting for his driver.
But he wasn't alone.
He was leaning against the wall with Senior Toke.
Toke was the "It Girl" of Commercial Class. The girl who used to violate school rules with her short skirt and stupid lip gloss.
And what did I see?
Senior Toke was holding the nylon bag containing MY food.
She was holding it possessively, like it was her birthright.
She had brought out the Cold Malt I bought. She popped it open and was sipping it while laughing at something Kunle whispered in her ear.
And the black singlet? Kunle was using it to fan her because the sun was hot.
I stood there, shaking. My legs were heavy. I walked up to them because I was confused. I thought maybe he was holding it for me.
I said, "Kunle? What is happening?"
Kunle looked at me. He looked at Toke. Then he looked back at me.
His face changed.
He laughed a dry, nervous laugh and said:
"Ah, Asanwa. Thanks for the package o! You are a very real friend. Toke was actually thirsty, you saved us with this Malt."
"Friend."
He called me his "Friend" in front of the girl he was actually dating.
Toke stopped drinking the Malt, looked me up and down, and said with a smirk:
"Thanks darling. You really tried. Bye bye."
I just turned around and walked away.
I trekked home under the hot sun, crying without making a sound.
When I got home, my Daddy asked me, "Asanwa, where is the Calculator?"
I told him it was out of stock.
Dear Christians,
When I say that God has not taken a son,
I am not attacking your religion, I am only teaching mine.
When I say that God neither slumbers nor sleeps,
I am not attacking your religion, I am only teaching mine.
When I say that God does not die,
I am not attacking your religion, I am only teaching mine.
When I say that God is One, without partners or equals,
I am not attacking your religion, I am only teaching mine.
When I say that nothing is like unto Him,
I am not attacking your religion, I am only teaching mine.
When I say that He begets not, nor is He begotten,
I am not attacking your religion, I am only teaching mine.
When I say that Jesus was a mighty prophet and messenger,
I am not attacking your religion, I am only teaching mine.
When I say that Jesus was born of the Virgin Mary by Allah’s command,
I am not attacking your religion, I am only teaching mine.
When I say that Jesus spoke in the cradle and performed miracles by Allah’s leave,
I am not attacking your religion, I am only teaching mine.
When I say that Jesus was not crucified nor killed, but was raised unto Allah,
I am not attacking your religion, I am only teaching mine.
When I say that Muhammad is the final Messenger sent to all mankind,
I am not attacking your religion, I am only teaching mine.
When I affirm that guidance is in Allah's hands alone,
I am not attacking your religion, I am only teaching mine.
When I call to the worship of Allah alone without associates,
I am not attacking your religion, I am only teaching mine.
There is no compulsion in religion,
truth stands clear from falsehood.
To you is your way, and to me is mine.
Let us live in peace, with mutual respect and kindness,
For we share this world as fellow human beings,
Seeking the mercy of the One Creator in our different paths.
All of this in accordance to my Scripture and the core teachings of my Faith.
May Allah guide us all to understanding and harmony.
Āmīn.
"I was the best in mathematics in my secondary school, I loved circle geometry and I'm the boss in bearing & distances and long. & lat Problems. A BSc in mathematics will be a walk in the park. Let me show them what I am made of"
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