Lost in the Diaspora (READ ONLY!!!)

As Ibuzor (not implied) stared down the ceramic toilet bowl, richly decorated and arabesque with fecal matter, his thoughts and mind were like the stormy seas, thrashing about from the tumultuous winds the foul smelling bowl brought to his nose, mouth and stomach. He couldn't understand it and didn't even realize when he muttered under his breath "Kai, so Oyibo children can do this kind of thing". "See how it looks, ah ah!!! How can somebody mix soap for washing hand, with shit and still decide that the best thing to do is the shove toilet roll inside THAT same bowl?". He shut the toilet bowl, shook his head and said more audibly than before, "Mba oh!!! I am not washing this." He closed the four toilet stall in the female children's bathroom of Digbeth's community primary learning center in Conventry, West midlands UK. He shuffled across to the next stall, the 10th toilet on his cleaning route and last for the night. With a gentle yet firm shove, the toilet stall door popped wide open, exposing its vile content. He looked straight down its already open bowl, heaved a sigh of relief , assessed its shit stained surface and he said thankfully, "Thank God, this one is better."

The Blood, The Sweat and The Tears!!!

Alright, everyone shut up for a minute about how big kim kardashian's ass is. Let's all forget for a moment that ISIS is gradually taking over Syria and will soon occupy Iraq. If its possible, I hope we would be able to take our thoughts away from how much the world actually hate Justin Bieber but still has MILLIONs of fans on both Instagram and Twitter and possibly every other form of social media out there. Lets ignore the fact that slowly google is taking over the world or forget about the fact that Buhari has inherited what seems to be a broken down economy. . . I beg you my devoted readers, to focus our attention to something more critical. Something that I have been wanted to ramble about for sometime. Infact, this particular work of rant (not a typo) will start with a question. Why is Nigeria so hard?

THE LIFE AND TIMES OF AN ANGRY NIGERIAN!!!

Hello my fellow Niangryrians....hmmmm (interesting combination of the words angry and nigerian). Wow wonders really never do end. Before I continue with this particular post let me just say "HAPPY NEW YEAR"....woohooo!!! *sounds of bangers bursting* Call me the angry procastinator. Imagine this kinda medicine after death. I know most of you don't really care whether the felicitations are coming in late or not but guess what??? *evil buhaha* i don't really care either. I just wanted to do something nice for a change..ah yes, Nice...*Yuck@nice!!!.. That's not really my style...Nice is an ingredient that doesn't go down well in the angry nigerian's soup, so back to the much anticipated angriness.
The year is far spent, so many things have gone down that people were expecting the angry man to comment on i didn't. Wanna know why? I have this slave mine i report to everyday...its called my JOB!*psst* "Don't tell my boss I said that". Well, I am back now, I won't let no modern day slave trade hold down my passion for pissing people off. So to begin this my new season, I want to start this first post of the year with something different. I want people to know for real how ANGRY nigerians can be or really are. I am NOT going to spend the next few hours typing like an underpaid secretary...oh no! Picture they say, speak a thousand words. Check out this pixies (lol, plural for pix) after a word from our sponsors.....