The Diary of an Assistant Boyfriend: TRAVAILS OF THE FRIEND ZONE (Episode 7)

My name is ADEBISI OLADELE.... Welcome to the friend zone!
I promise you, I'll never forget you! I was holding Christiana's hand that night. We were in her compound already, walking towards her room. Hmmmmnnnn! I hope so, Christiana replied. I know so! I affirmed with all the assurance I could get then. Christy, you mean a whole lot to me, you are one of the most important persons in my life, in fact you are the most important person to me in this school. Of course, she was.
Haha... Dele ki lo se e... What's wrong with you? Christiana looked at me as I entered into her room with a long face. It was indeed unlike me, but I needed to play the scripts. I have got only two weeks! Hmmmnnn, Christiana, there is this thing I cherish so much but I know I cant get it. You cant get it bawo? Should I borrow you money to buy it? Christy's words nearly made me burst into laughter but I had to compose, I have a script to play out. Its not a monetary issue, Christiana dont bother yourself. You cant understand.
Few days later, Christy was in my room, we had this new routine of staying indoors (my room) for like 2 hours, sometimes in the dark gisting and on few occasions we just lay on the bed silent. All we do is just listen to each other breathe (trust me, that's all that normally happens). Tonight is about to take a new turn. Christiana, go home! I blurted out suddenly after a few minutes of silence and staring blank in the dark. Haha, why? She asked surprised. Christiana, the truth of the matter is I am indeed very crazy about you and all I can think of now is to feel the taste of your lips... Please go home before i do anything stupid. Without further ado, christy left my room that night.
Shiiiit! That was not part of the script. Gosh! I am actually crazy about her now. Film done turn reality for me. Chaaaaii!
That night never affected our relationship one bit. We continued our usual close kinda friendship. Almost everybody knew us together. Is that lady your sister? Elizabeth, a fellowship friend once asked me. Nah she is my friend, I replied laughing. Ehen? You guys kinda look alike ooo, she tried justifying her question. Ehen? I am actually hearing that for the first time, lol. I knew she wanted to ask if she was my girlfriend, but she just decided to 'spiritualize'the question.
Hello are you at home? Yes I am. Christy called to confirm where I was. She knocked my door 7 minutes later. We resumed our new routine of lying on my bed to gist. Few minutes later Christy's lips were locked in mine (I have forgotten the details of how we got to this point... I know most of y'all has been looking forward to this point.. We are here now), it lasted a couple of seconds... Jeeezzz! It felt like heaven. I stopped even though she wished to continue. I am sorry, I apologized. Christy left that night and she promised to check on me in the morning.
I was still on my bed around 10:30am when I heard Christy's voice in the veranda. You have come again abi, that's how you'll be sneaking in without greeting us abi. Go inside your husband abi boyfriend de ni is waiting for you. Sanmi, you are very stupid, ode oshi! Christy replied sanmi's whining. Good morning, you are still in bed? She greeted me as she entered my room. She sat on my bed beside me. I changed position, i decided to sit up. How was your night, i asked. Fine, she replied.
Dele, you see ehn! I have a wood at hand and a fire burning. Something tells me to put the wood in the fire but after examining the wood properly, it doesn't fit the class of those I burn in the fire. Another voice is asking me to drop the wood then, but I know I can't just drop it like that. I can't let the wood go. I listened with rapt attention as christiana delivered her parable. Dele, I like you very much and you mean a whole lot to me, but i just can't date you. We won't last! Hmmmmnnnn.... I breathed in deeply. I wasn't really surprised at her words. I never expected Christiana to date me but with yesternight's kiss, I thought I had some chances. We can't be more than friends even after that kiss. Gbam! Dele, ti e ti ba e... You have been FRIEND ZONED!
Life continued as if nothing happened. Christy and I still kept a close friendship profile but I still desired her. I made one more attempt to kiss her and she politely refused me, Christy wanted to keep me just as a friend. The days were rolling by, we started rounding off our pre-degree program. The thought of going home for a long period of time without Christy usually downs my mood. The fact that we might not be seeing again forever nearly kills me. I remember one night in my room, I held Christy's picture in my hand and I played "Goodbye My Lover" by James blunt from Lekan's phone. Tears rolled down my cheeks that night, yes it was that serious. Anytime TREASURE (A movie soundtrack performed by emeka ike and kate henshaw) or Goodbye my lover by James blunt plays on any phone or any music device, Christy comes to mind. I still remember her whenever I hear those songs.
August 16, that year, the D-day. It was a Sunday afternoon, my last day in the Egba provincial capital. We had a final thanksgiving service at the fellowship, it was the bomb! I got home later in the afternoon, my bags were already packed. Christy came into my room, I hugged her. There was no time for greetings and pleasantries, we knew we needed to say our good byes. Tears were already rolling down her cheek before I could make her sit in a chair. I knelt down (rara oooo, I wasnt going to propose), Christy, even though I don't know if we'll get to see again, I'll never forget you. I promised her again, the second time. Dele I'll miss you, she said crying. I'll miss you too, I replied as we locked ourselves in a warm and tight embrace.
Guy, make we dey go ooo... Lekan's voice separated us. Christy and Nkem saw us off to the main road. We waved down a taxi, main garage meji.. E wole, the driver replied! I collected my bag from christy to board the taxi. I love you! Those were Christy's parting words to me as our driver zoomed off. I watched her blow me a kiss before turning her back obviously to wipe her tears.
10 months 11 days after, I saw Christy again. I remember skipping a practical make up class that morning. I carried that course, but who cares?, in as much as christy is involved, the whole school can go ablaze for all I care. She shed tears again as we hugged in front of the university library. She got her admission the next academic session. We resumed our friendship but not as serious as it was before. We still talk even till now. She even calls me 'baby' whenever we get to see or talk on phone.
With all these, I and Christy were never more than FRIENDS!
"I am happy we are friends, but I am very sad that's all we will ever be"
My name is ADEBISI OLADELE.
That is my story!

The Diary of an Assistant Boyfriend: TRAVAILS OF THE FRIEND ZONE (Episode 6)

My name is ADEBISI OLADELE.... Welcome to the friend zone!
The first semester rolled by. The break has come and gone. The few weeks break without Christiana was kinda rough for me. I think it was rough for her too, but we kept in touch well enough, the phone bailed us out. Most times mumsie's credit suffered the brunt! The days rolled by, the break was over in no time. Yes! Your guess is as good as mine, Christiana jumped on me the first time we saw in the new semester. She was on my neck, her legs were off the ground. Those few seconds felt like heaven!
I was at Christiana's room one night as usual. We were in our usual playful mode. She was on her hostel sized bed while I was in her chair. Idiot! Christiana said to me, we both burst into another session of laughter. Stupid boy... Mtcheeeew, this was Christy's usual response whenever I say somethings during our nightly banter and hangout. All these abusive words gan sef, do you know their meanings at all, I said as I picked up a dictionary beside her bed. I sat on the bed with her. I started checking the meanings, in no time I drifted into sleep.
I started hearing two voices, Christy and someone were saying somethings. Jesuuuuusss! I slept off in Christy's room! The figure she was talking with seems familiar, the voice too. Who is that on your bed? The figure asked. Its Dele, Christiana replied. OMG! it's bro Segun, her fellowship and joint Christian fellowship coordinator. There and then I knew my end has come. Dele ke? and I came in he didnt greet me? Dele! Dele! Bro Segun's voice sounded like thunder in my heart... Sirrrr! I managed to answer.
Haha! Christy, what is happening here? Bro. Segun fired the first salvo. Nothing! Christy answered. He turned to me, Dele what's happening? Why didnt you Greet me when I came in? I was asleep ni sir, I replied (how I wished I had said something else). I knew I was in for a long sermon. Asleep? Bro Segun repeated the word as if it was a Spanish word he has not heard before. Were you going to sleep over here? No oooo, I interrupted him. Oh, but you have slept here before abi? Rara o I nearly screamed, which kind yeye sleep come carry me go tonight? What is it by your time? I picked Christy's phone to check the time. Shiiiit! Its 10:15pm, Jesus! I have never been in Christy's room this late! Can your mum call you now and you'll tell her you are in a lady's room at this time? Bro Segun's voice brought me back to reality. I left Christy's room around 10:30pm, of course after Pastor Segun's chastising sermon. I still laugh anytime I remember that day!
Dele, ao far with Christy nah? I see say dt girl dey gbe sun mo e (give you greenlight) but e be like you dey run, you no too dey like touch am. Why? Sanmi asked in his tipsy state. Boys were just upstairs jonzing with a bottle of ponchè rum. No mind the guy jor, I no know why he dey slow the package, all of us sabi say that girl like you, na you just dey dull yourself ni, Lekan chipped in as he gulped his drink. I walked up to lekan, I collected his cup, poured myself the drink. I laughed, na una sabi ooo... Wether she like me or not, I no sure. I gulped the drink, just give me two weeks, I'll see what I can do bout her.
Two weeks! Let the scripts begin to play.
To whom it may concern: this is mostly a pure work of fiction... You think i m writing bout lagbaja n tamedo... OYO is your case.. Or worse worse... Call police!
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The Diary of an Assistant Boyfriend: TRAVAILS OF THE FRIEND ZONE (Episode 5)

My name is ADEBISI OLADELE.... Welcome to the friend zone!
Guys!! Guys!! una don hear the latest? Lekan ran into the room panting! Wetin happen? Femi asked him. Them say they done upgrade entrance exam scores. Buhaahaaaaa! I burst into laughter, òlóbè, you hear that kind thing before, e no possible jare gbagbe e! I said with an air pf finality and conclusion. I swear I see am with my eyes, lekan said with assurance! I froze at the door. Say God! God, allah, Olorun I see am se! Chinasa's score was 198 before and now them done upgrade am to 216, na her physics them upgrade, I swear i see the two results printouts with my korokoro eyes. Lekan's testimony got us all convinced! Lekan was not the lying type.
We all scrambled for femi's phone, his phone was the only WAP enabled phone in our house. Deleeee! they done increase your scores oooo, Femi screamed. I jumped up in excitement. I was blessed with additional 12 marks. Make we go café go print am, we all embraced Lekan's suggestion. We became set for our cybercafe sojourn in a matter of seconds. Wait! I stopped our entourage, make I check Christy, make I collect her slip help her check if they go done upgrade her result too. I rushed to Christy's room, to get the slip. I got it and dashed out. I was in and out in a jiffy.
The worst happened, Christy's result was not upgraded. It was painful for the both of us.
Days rolled into weeks, our first semester exams were approaching, we waited for it but it was postponed not once but twice. Omo wo I dey travel jare, I no fit dey here jobless, to worsen the matter, food no come dey sef, na my papa house sure pass... Sanmi my housemate started this morning in a lamentation mode. The thing done taya me sef, I joined the lamentation spree, me sef go travel jare. Na so jare, we fit gather go ile oluyole together. Femi's parents have a house in the Oluyole capital. Guy, e be like say na ao e go be niyen... Oluyole straight.
Christy, I'll be going to Oluyole tomorrow, I broke the news to her that afternoon. Oluyole bawo? Who do you know there? Christy asked with a puzzled look on her face. I am going with Sanmi, explained. Ehen? So titi di igbawo? (Till when)? She asked... Eerrrm, maybe next week Monday. Next week Monday! She screamed like she got stung by a bee. Yes, next week Monday, any problem? I asked. So you'll leave me here for that long abi? She suddenly became moody. Han han, Monday is not that far nah, I'll be back before you know it. I'll miss you was the next thing she said.. I'll miss you too I replied, this time she was in my arms (maybe, maybe not).
We were getting ready for our oluyole journey that Wednesday afternoon when Christy strolled into our house. Deleeee iyawo e ti de oo (your wife is here oo) lekan's announcement made the whole house erupt into laughter. O o gbadun (you are not well) that has been Christy's usual response to lekan or anybody that refers to her as my babe. We both were already getting used to people thinking we were an item. We were set to leave, I bade Christy goodbye, it was the first time I will be leaving Christy for that long. She said bye too trying hard to keep me from seeing her tears.
To whom it may concern: this is mostly a pure work of fiction... You think i m writing bout lagbaja n tamedo... OYO is your case.. Or worse worse... Call police!
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The Diary Of an Assistant Boyfriend: TRAVAILS OF THE FRIEND ZONE (Episode 4)

My name is ADEBISI OLADELE.... Welcome to the friend zone!
A sunny Thursday afternoon, my mates were already through with the day's lectures. They all met me at home. Oh! I forgot to tell you guys I was a high class truant, a non-academic student, that's a gist for another day jare. I was in front of my house watching my mates troop into their various houses. Delliii how far? You no come school again today abi? Oya give me your papa number make I call am say hin pikin no serious for school, we all burst into laughter. That was Caleb my neighbour, he lives opposite my house. Its past 1pm, Christy should be home by now.
I sauntered into Christy's room, she just got in not quite long. How far, bawo ni? I greeted her, good afternoon she replied with a smile. That's definitely the first time Christy greeted me or replied my greeting. She did not only reply, she did with a smile, today indeed is gonna be a good dat. How was lectures today? I asked, fine, she replied, I know you don't attend classes. Yes! Even Christy was aware of my truancy. What did you tell Nkem about me? I fired the question. Tell Nkem bawo? She asked with a surprised look on her face. Oh! She exclaimed like she just remembered something... is this about you not been sensible all this while?
Christy just burst my bubble again. She said it again to my face, this time she had burst into a loud laughter. Christy just fed me my own pill. Shey you too normally behave like somebody that has sense ni? She fired the second salvo! She burst into laughter again, this time around subconsciously I joined her in the laughing spree. Funny but true. Na there my vex for Christiana end. Yes na, she continued. Monday ni first time I heard something sensible from you. We both continued the laughter. Chaiii! See my life outside! Na me Christy dey enter seresere like this and funny enough, I am laughing at the whole scenario, in fact I am enjoying it. Let me admit, I loved it. Christy continued to "enter" me and we both continued laughing. The tables had turned, the predator is now the prey. Oh! How the mighty are falling!
Christiana, jokes apart I don't like that comment, I started explaining. You see, even though I joke a lot, I am a "very" serious person, its just that I am most times in the jovial mood ni. I talked to Christy that afternoon with all the sense I can gather, I needed to redeem my shattered image, at least today will make it the second time she will be hearing something sensible from this my big mouth. That's a huge feat! Hmmmmnnn Christiana sighed, well that night, when I saw you through my window, I was already determined that if Dele comes here to talk trash again Ehn! Ma se were fun ni (I will change it for him ni), but sincerely you surprised me that night, you calmed me down, you made me feel fine, your words healed my hurt... Chai! My head started swelling... Hearing Christy say all those words (well not all sha, I added some necessary ajasa Nah, so d story go sweet and most especially I gaz feel myself small nah), made me feel like a champ.
Its been two weeks now, I and Christy had grown close. We were seen together almost everywhere. The only things that separated us were fellowship (we attended different fellowships) and of course school. Her room became my second abode. I and Christy gelled so fast, faster than you can imagine. If its past 7pm and I am not with Christy... That means only one thing... I was definitely out of town!
How that your babe nah? Banji asked me one evening. Which babe? I was surprised at the question. That your small babe nah, wey una dey waka up and down nko? wetin be that her name again sef? Christiana? I asked... Yes! Christiana! He tapped me like he just remembered a jackpot ticket number. She no be my babe ooooo! I nearly screamed! Hmmmnn.. Liaaaarrrr!
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The Dairy of an Assistant Boyfriend: TRAVAILS OF THE FRIEND ZONE (Episode 3)

My name is ADEBISI OLADELE.... Welcome to the friend zone!
Well I am not surprised, Christy kuku ti so pe lati ojo ti ohun ti mo e, Ijeta ni first time ti o soro olopolo (Christy has said it, that ever since she has known you, two days ago was the first time you ever said anything sensible!). Nkem's words hit me like a NATO nuclear missile. I yab people too, but I have never questioned their intelligence, I only talk about their physical appearance. I always respect everybody's intellect and sensibility, so that angle is a no go area for me all through my yabbing expeditions. Funny but true.
Nkem is just a female version of me. She sef can yab and insult people... Chaaaai! Nkem is a young and beautiful full blooded yoruba girl (how can a yoruba girl bear Nkem, remember how unreal the names can be... Lol... I no even owe anybody any explanation sef... Sebi its sha my story... *rolls eyes*). She too is a pro when it comes to rubbishing anybody, most especially in that her egba saturated accent. I can't blame her, she has lived all of her life within the egba province and here we all are studying to become undergraduates in the only Federal University in that province. It is safe to say Nkem was at home, she is an INDIGENE.
Nkem and Christy were very good friends, they were super close in short, they were 5 & 6! They have been my victims countless number of times. Nkem and I have engaged in trash talking (for pako pikins: na yabbing that one mean) duels before, of course I came out tops most times. For this game... Oga na master. So it is safe to say Nkem doesn't like me too but I am sure she doesn't hate me as much as Christy does. In short it was a no love lost triangle.
Chaaaaiii! Yeeeeeee! Olorun oooo! It was the chants of the people around that brought me back to the current situation. There was an electrical phase-off issue in our area that time. We were at Nkem's house, sorry hostel to charge our phones. Nkem's house is a one storeyed german wooden decked building. Their house had the highest population of students, they were close to 20 that were staying there. The chants and noises were just a pointer to one thing - Nkem has just scored a huge point, in short it was a jab directly in the face! Peeps looked forward to my response. Chill... Chill, Dele go finish am Nao... They expected the don of talk to take Nkem by the jugular and tear her into pieces. Something they never got to see, their hopes were dashed. I dashed them.
Nkem's words silenced me for that night. I started thinking... E gbami, temi ti bami (chaiii! I am doomed). So, what does Christy take me for... A fool? Or a jester that can never be serious? Chhaaaaii! I don die. What's wrong with me? This is unlike me. Words hardly affect me most especially negative words because I produce them, I catch fun saying them. I wave them off whenever they were hurled at me because they were supposed to be items of fun. The fact that Christy actually said those stuffs about me really got to me. Why? Seriously I can't explaaaiiiiinnn (in wizkid's ojuelegba tune).
Did she actually tell you that? I asked Nkem, after a few seconds that seemed like four hours of silence. Nkem said yes, when you came to her house two nights ago was the first time she ever heard anything sensible come out of that your mouth! Nkem repeated the killer blow again. This made guys erupt into their shouts and bants again. It was indeed clear, Nkem was the winner for today. As she was basking in the euphoria of her supposed victory, I was lost in thought.
With a mild rage I said within myself... I swear Christy ti ku lowo mi (Christy is as good as dead). She better start running away from me!
To whom it may concern: this is mostly a pure work of fiction... You think i m writing bout lagbaja n tamedo... OYO is your case.. Or worse worse... Call police!
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The Diary of An Assistant Boyfriend: TRAVAILS OF THE FRIEND ZONE (Episode 2)

My name is ADEBISI OLADELE.... Welcome to the friend zone!
Christy felt succour on my shoulder. After a few minutes silence, the words came at last. Christy, its not the end of the world, there is still hope, those were the only words I could manage mutter. I switched mode that night from Dele the tormentor to Dele the comforter. A whole lot has changed in the last few minutes, Christy who is like a core enemy to me has drifted into sleep on my shoulders. Wow! No prophet would have ever seen this coming. Indeed our God works in mysterious ways. I stood up, carried her in my arms. I approached her bed with her small body in my hands, I bent to lay her down to sleep...
I laid Christy's body on her small hostel size bed. This girl and all of her small sized materials. Well a bigger bed size for people like her will just be tantamount to space wastage and mismanagement. A punishable offence under section 142 sub section 4 of the constitution of Federal Republic of Nowhere. I watched as she slept peacefully, what a beautiful sight to behold. I covered her body with her blanket for it was a cold night. I tried standing up for me to head home, Christy's hand drew me back... I heard her say...Stay with me...
Dele, o ri wipe temi ti baje (can't you see my life is in ruins)... I was jolted back to reality by Christy's lamentation, I was there still holding the sheet of paper she gave me. I have been imagining things all this while. Ehen! I thought as much, christy will only drift into sleep with her head on my shoulder and also allow me carry her in my arms under one condition - all these will DEFINITELY happen my IMAGINATION. Well, life sometimes can be like Samsung... Its not that hard to imagine.
What am I going to tell them at home? She started sobbing. I moved closer, gave her a pat on the back (that's the farthest I can go in reality). Christy, o ti to (its enough), stop crying. I started encouraging Christy, the soothing words started flowing out of my mouth. The word flow was good, it was even better than my yab and whining flow. I didn't struggle for words here, it came naturally unlike my yeye Samsung imagination advert... Mtcheeewww! At last I was able to ease Christy's stress, she stopped crying. I left Ch:risty a happier person than I met her which is indeed very unusual. It is usually the other way round.
I stepped out of Christy's room fulfilled. I made someone smile and forget her sorrows, waoh! That's some huge deal for me, more or less like first of its kind ever. I was known for making people feel bad and frustrated, for me to smile somebody has to frown, my happiness is usually achieved by making others upset. Once you sight Dele laughing, just know that somebody very close is either frowning or upset. Annoying people was my hobby... It was so much fun for me, Yes! I was that bad.
Christy is in the picture now... Things are about to change... For better or worse? Let's wait and see.
To whom it may concern: this is mostly a pure work of fiction... You think i m writing bout lagbaja n tamedo... OYO is your case.. Or worse worse... Call police!
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The Diary of an Assistant Boyfriend: TRAVAILS OF THE FRIEND ZONE (Episode 1)

My name is ADEBISI OLADELE.... Welcome to the friend zone!
Hey Christy, wassup with you?. I had noticed from afar her swollen face as a result of crying . What's wrong with Christianah? Why would she be crying in an auditorium filled with hundreds of students... Of all places.. Hian! I walked up to her, raised her head because she had laid it on the table in front of her. I was met with tears. Seeing christy in that stage shocked me. Take! I offered her my face towel and i asked her to go home without asking anymore questions.
I kept on thinking what or who could have made her cry like that? I was kinda worried about her. Wait! Before y'all start painting pictures and getting ideas, I and Christianah at that time were pure enemies! Chaaai! You Cant imagine! Christiana practically hated me. This is it, she has this small stature that did not correspond with her age (she is 4 years older than I am). I used to have (still have) this bad attitude of picking on and making jest of people. Chaaai! Dele loves whining and frustrating people. Christiana was definitely a prey for me, anywhere we jam peren! She knows her own af done for that day niyen. She avoided me like a plague.
I checked her that afternoon but she wasn't at home. I got lucky after my second attempt at night. I walked into her room. It was a mini sized room just like her stature, small and concise. Christy how far... So wapa? I greeted her. She was seated in her chair reading. I'm fine, mi wapa (she is a lagosian) she replied coldly. Without wasting time I went straight to business...Why were you crying in the auditorium this afternoon? I asked. Hmmmnnnnn... She sighed deeply, without uttering a word, she opened her bag, she brought out her 8-in-1 university notebook. She opened the book only to bring out a sheet of paper. Take! She said as she stretched the sheet of paper to me. I collected it with trembling hands and a heart beating fast.
I unfolded the paper and there it was staring at my face! The cause of christy's tears. Her result! Nah she is not pregnant. Our university entrance exam results were released that monday morning. I checked mine that morning too, I narrowly crossed the cut off mark. It was a mixed season of emotions. Some leapt for joy while some cried because their dreams of being University undergraduates later that year has just been shattered! Christiana belonged to the latter category.
Jesus! I screamed as I scanned through her result. She was just a mark short of our expected cut-off mark. I became weak. I felt for her, I found it difficult to imagine that christy will be parking her load home after pre-degree. Hmmmmnn I sighed deeply, for the first time in a short while I felt compassion. Christiana, I called her. This time the tears have started forming in her eyes, they flowed freely down her chubby cheek without hinderance. I placed my hands on her shoulder, With my heart beating fast I turned her head towards me and i bent towards her, hell no.. I didnt kiss her (O ye pervert minds, Jesus is coming soon) I cleaned her tears. The gentleman in me just got activated!
I was short of words, I didn't really know what to say. I have not been faced with a situation like this before. For your information I love talking, in fact I can say I am an orator. I talk with confidence, its impossible for anyome to out-talk Dele. I was (and still is) a pro most especially when it comes to yabbing and picking on people. Here I am now, the pro of talk is now short of words, the speech has failed the orator. This is serious business, not the usual street yabbing I am used to. I sat down in the chair with her... I rested her head on my shoulder, patiently waiting till when the words will come.
To whom it may concern: this is mostly a pure work of fiction... You think i m writing bout lagbaja n tamedo... OYO is your case.. Or worse worse... Call police!
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The Diary Of an Assistant Boyfriend: TRAVAILS OF THE FRIEND ZONE

Where should I start from? Hmmmmnnn... Since we are not discussing about the glory of God, there is definitely a starting point.
Before we start, I'll like us to know somethings. This piece is mostly a work of fiction that will be dropping in chapters abi episodes de ni. How many episodes? Seriously me sef never know.
All the names of the characters in this piece are highly fictitious and very unreal. The writer will not be held responsible for any coincidence or resemblance, before some people will start saying He is writing about Lagbaja and tamedo. OYO os your case! *tongue out*
This is all a story about a young man with huge ambitions and dreams. He has been through a few emotional bitter-sweet times.
My name is ADEBISI OLADELE.... Welcome to the friend zone!

THE BURNING BUSH

Seriously I am burning inside me with so much excitement and Joy, a feeling that cannot really be expressed in words or terms, it is a feeling that cannot be explained by the language(s) of this Earth… only HIM (My Father, my Friend, My MAN – JESUS) that can explain (TONGUES).
I just stumbled on a verse and it has been a source of a divine Joy and excitement (TONGUES). ..
“And the Angel of Jehovah appeared to him in a flame of fire, out of the midst of a thorn bush. And he looked. And behold! THE THORN BUSH BURNED WITH FIRE! AND THE THORN BUSH WAS NOT BURNED UP” Gen. 3:2.
Wow! Jesus! This is it, the greatest channel of Evangelism, the greatest mode of passing message(s) across.  THE THORN BUSH BURNED WITH FIRE! AND THE THORN BUSH WAS NOT BURNED UP” check out that wonderful expression, even the bush burned, still it wasn’t consumed. Now I ponder, what is the significance of the bush, the fire and the non-consumption of the bush?
The next verse of that scripture gave me my answer which has since yesterday caused a thorough spark in my spirit…..
“And Moses said, I will now turn aside and see this great sight, why the thorn bush is not burned up” Gen.3:3
This is it! The bush didn’t just burn and not consume just for the fun of it, hell no! there is a reason, a purpose and that purpose was to attract attention, it was to drag somebody to HIS presence. The bush burned and it was not consumed. What a mystery! Moses saw the sight and that made him halt in his tracks… I must see this, I must get closer to this, this is different, and this is unexplainable, whole lots of thoughts must have been going through Moses’ mind.
After his attention has been secured, God swung into the next line of action…
And Jehovah saw that he had turned aside to see. God called to him out of the midst of the thorn bush, and said, Moses! Moses! And he said, Here I am. Gen. 3:4
The sight was not just meant to be seen, it was not just meant to display its awesomeness but rather it was to be used as a medium of attraction for one of the greatest ministries of all time. The sight brought Moses to destiny; He brought Moses to an encounter with his MAKER who in turn has a great ministry, responsibility and future which is far greater than his (Moses’) current meagre shepherd state. I believe the story from this point is very much familiar.
Now back to the issue of this ‘burning’ but not consumed ‘bush’. There I got an understanding; every Christian is supposed to be a burning bush at various points. We are supposed to radiate the power, the presence and most importantly the HOLINESS of God. There are a whole lot of things that are supposed to be either dangerous, risky or even senseless, but for us as Christians, these things are expedient and necessary. These things will burn us but will not consume us; rather they will purify, edify and make us shine the more. We are to be a point of attraction, an invitation, something that will catch people’s attention and make them want to come close and see.
Even though the burnings are so intense and obvious, yet we will not be consumed and through this our life will be as a source of attraction, a sight that is worthy to wait and behold.
Come to think of it, the bush was burning, Moses waited to see and God gave him his destiny, call and ministry. Our lives too can take this dimension, our life can be that rallying point where people wait to see and in the course of seeing, they come in contact with God who in turn calls them and hand over to them their ultimate destiny.
But how will people look? What will catch their attention? Lets check that common scripture that talks about salvation.
So that if any one is in Christ, that one is a new creature; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.2Cor. 5:17.
There you have it, in as much as you are in Christ, then you are a new creature, now there is a factor that testifies to your status of being a new creature and that factor is BEHOLD. Moses too waited to look and he said behold! The bush was not consumed (Gen.3:2b). My dictionary puts the meaning of behold to be: see or observe thoroughly. Now this is it, as much as we claim to be Christians, as much as we claim to be born again, is there anything awesome about our lives if it is been beheld. Is our life that burning enough to cause a sojourner in this world to stop in his tracks just to see and to observe our lives thoroughly.
Moses had to stop because he saw something unusual he saw a great sight. God is interested in making our lives a burning bush, a life that will cause a great sight, a life through which people in the cause of watching will come in contact with their creator and destiny. Are you ready to become that life?
To become a burning bush, you must believe, trust and have faith totally in God. Trust him that even though that fire will burn you, yet it wont consume you neither will it have any ill effect on you.
There is a whole lot of stuff that we need to do away with as Christians, but we are so much finding it difficult to do because we believe it will be hard to live without them. The fire of being lonely after quitting that ungodly relationship will burn you but it won’t consume you, it will rather turn you into a great sight leaving people to wonder how you have been able to survive that situation which a normal human being thought should have consumed you. Forget the idea of you being broke after stopping those fraudulent acts of yours, hell no! the fire will burn but you will never be consumed.
Friend, all we need to do is to hand it all over our lives unto HIM that he may make it a great sight, a sight that will catch people’s attention, a sight that will make people stop and wait to see, a sight that will bring people to come in contact with their Creator, destiny and ministry. Burn my friends…. Burn!

GOFAMINT Youth Fellowship presents a post valentines programme

Hmmn! I can feel it, I can sense it, the whole atmosphere is drenched in it, we are in it’s season! Its not a gain saying, LOVE is INDEED in the AIR!
LOVE! What a mystery, a paradox, sometimes unexplainable and most times unfathomable.
LOVE! It makes the mighty feeble as it gives to the frail might…
LOVE, brings tears to the eyes of the strong as it graces the lips of the simple with smiles..
It burns the heart, the same time is cools it….
LOVE is indeed a PARADOX which no principles, rules or laws can explain… only EXPERIENCE can explain this!
Friends, Imagine a scenario where we gather as friends and brethren to discuss and talk about this AWESOME stuff – LOVE.
A day where we travel across board, a day we tour LOVE from various points, a day people who have seen it, felt it, touched it… people who LOVE has made smile, cry, writhe in pains and at the same time leap for Joy share their true, authentic and unbiased experiences on LOVE!
People who are just kicking it off, people who had taken the bold step of sealing their LOVE with that eternal commitment, people whose LOVE stayed strong even in the heat of challenges. It’s a complete package! Friend, here it is.;
The Gospel Faith Mission International Youth Fellowship of Oke Igbala District
PRESENTS: LET’S TALK ABOUT LOVE (Cocktail[]Music[]Talkshow)
DATE: SUNDAY FEB. 22, 2015.
VENUE: GOFAMINT, Oke Igbala District Headquarters, Oke igbala Street, off Ota Street, Ijebu Ode.
TIME: 3PM (RED CARPET: 2PM)
DRESS CODE: Touch of Red.
Indeed… and the greatest of them is LOVE.
PS.: Don’t come alone, be nice enough to come with a LOVED one