*stretches*
Oh my urrrrggghh! 2013 was a year… now, this is 2014. My crossover night had been so
long, or why am I just waking up? So, being the first to read my words in the
New Year, let me tell you this line that I’ve been hearing for almost three
decades but don’t know if it at all affects the whole year… “Happy New Year”!
And this is the first Bluez sequel for the New Year…. I hope you’re not expecting
any “first impression” because we are done impressing on #MikellzBluez—we deliver the best material with reliable
consistence—we just do our thing because all we do here are certified classic,
even if we are dropping shits in the toilet!
*looks at my rock standing man-in-the-hood
making the morning salute and pats it proudly*
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It is—no doubt—a free world to want to
exhibit your skills in order to debunk what you just read if you are a girl,
just call 0813-181-0450 to book an appointment… and you can send your
girlfriend or sister, if you are a guy—
*phone rings — random number*
Who is this? Better worth it to
interrupt my first Bluez of the
year’s flow though… “Hello”
“Hello Mikell! Yaaay!”
*suddenly finds myself before a firing
squad—ratatatatatata!*
A very familiar and sweet voice but
calling with a random number… I will be in a big trouble if I fail to identify
the owner of this voice in the next three sec— “Yaaay! How are you?” you should
be able to touch the “lost” status in my voice if you can hear me.
*checks the device’s display again to
see if the number has miraculously changed to a name or—*
“Mikell, do you know who this is?”
Will.I.Am
instantly goes on his “oooh maaaaa gosh” line in my head and Lil Kim replied with “*sniffs*—I smell
a massacre” from her “Black Friday”
rap. My brain instantly scans through all the voice samples it had stored… and
this very voice seems to be so familiar and sweet—yes, with this northern
Nigerian accent laced with some European flav—
*tick…tick…tick*
Seems her question came like a decade
ago and like the “friend” called by a contestant on ‘Who Wants To Be A Millionaire’, opportunity to provide the right
answer ticks into oblivion…. “Mikell”
“Hello, err… I am deeply sorry; I
don’t know who this is.”
A very familiar string of giggle comes
on and a beautiful body comes into my mental vision but the face is so vague
that I can see like five to eight different girls smiling back at me… you can
call that the woes of a “player”.
“Why are you laughing?” the giggle
actually instantly cools the much heated atmosphere and I feel better relaxed—I
really don’t like being on the black book of these girls—you can guess that
argument is not one of her options, she is calling to play, and not fight.
“So you don’t know my voice, Mikell,”
she asks, “and after, you will be singing love into my ears, eh?” but I remain
silent “anyways, it is Aminat.”
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| Players be like... "What is the username?" |
*looks back at the device’s display
screen to confirm the number*
No, this is a Nigerian service
provider number and the only Aminat I know should presently be in—
“Mikell?”
“Yesss” I replied with a slow caution,
“Aminat from Italy?”
“Yes, baby!” she screams and I can feel the excitement via my left ear
but my mind keeps telling me this must be the biggest prank, “surprise! I am in
Nigeria!”
Aminat is in Nigeria? Are you kidding
me? Am I the only one that can hear the angels going on the highest pitch
version of “Hallelujah”?
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| Aminat in Nigeria? Go! Go! Go Shorty! |
Definitely…
…MikellzBluez Continues…
#MBz38 ©
2014
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