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The Love Bug - The Basketball Coach

Posted in Love and Relationships, Personal on February 6, 2008 by Queen Ebong

I arrived the basketball court at about 9am one Saturday morning, putting on my favorite pink and black colored track suit which had a real cool design on the ass of the trouser that said “GANGSHIDI” which I always love to show off.

I arrived the court panting because I jogged all the way from my house to the court. Of course I was late as usual!

There I was coming from afar and looking ahead, I saw him with a big smile plastered on his face. He is my basketball coach!

Getting to the court to begin the game, he draws closer to me and whispers in my ears “I miss you”. I stood there, in the middle of the court, completely dumb founded. Not because he said he misses me but because this man is married with 4 kids and his first daughter is probably in ss1 or ss2 right now!

Another Saturday morning, I was at the court again, this time fully dressed in my balling shorts and sleeveless t-shirt. I arrived the court earlier than he did so I began to practice my jump shots and then he came, we were playing a little one on one before other members of the team arrive and he was looking distant, I was kinda concerned so I took a time out and asked what the problem was, he then told me “I’m trying so hard not to fall in love with you”.

Shuo, see me see wahala oo. At this point am thinking “Is he sane”.

Then last week Saturday before I got pissed of and left the court, he looked at me in a strange kind of way and I asked,

Me : Coach, wettin happen?

Him : Nothing I just de look your lips.

Me : (Surprised) whats wrong with my lips? Is something on it?

Him : No. Wetin you de use for your lips?

Me : Nothing. You don ever see me with make up? Why you de ask?

Him : They look succulent.

Chei, I wan explode.

That afternoon after the game, we all went out to have a few drinks (Including some basketballers), we got to our destination and we ordered. Everything went cool until when we left to go back to our various homes, he was driving so he had to drop us all before he could go. While we were on the road he said “Queen, everyone at the court says I am tripping for you” though I simply laughed at the statement, I was kinda shocked to know other player had noticed all that has been going on.

All of a sudden he screams, “Now I’m saying it loud and clear so this players here can hear me : I am in Love with you!. I love you!”

At that moment, I was SPEECHLESS. But at the same time, at the back of my mind I was saying “e be like say you don de kolo, you de craze”

Then he turns to look at me, and guess what, he brought out his tongue to do a kind of licking motion. Damn! it was gross.

I knew everyone will drop before me so I made up a flimsy excuse that I needed to check up on someone close to the court before I can go home. Yeah, he fell for it.

He did drop all of us in the same location but still managed to ask me how we were going to hang out.

That man no get shame at all o

I said, “Sir, I dont know, I’m kinda busy this days at home and I barely have the time for myself”

He says, dont worry, I will work something out.

Looking at the time on my phone I pretend to be late and told him I had to go. He looks at me again and says “I am missing you”

I guess its high time I find myself a female team to play with and a female basketball coach!

This is one horror I wont love to see repeat itself!

UnderEstimated Part 1

Posted in Personal on February 5, 2008 by Queen Ebong

There is nothing that hurts me more than being underestimated.

Though it makes me to strive harder to prove alot of people wrong, it also makes me curse and swear alot. I do face this challenge mostly at the basketball court where I train every saturday for 3 hours.

As usual I was at the court for my daily training, and the game was on, and as usual I was the only girl among maybe 10 male basketballers.

Sometimes guys just dont know when not to talk. I mean whats the big deal in loosing the ball to my opponents? And then the guy goes haywire at one of our parners

Him : Why you give the girl ball

Our Partner : Why I no go give am ball?

Him : You give am ball now she don loose the ball, why you give am?

Our Partner : Whats wrong with me passing the ball to her?

At this point I couldnt take the argument so I joined in.

This is the conversation that ensued

Me : Tell me exactly why you think I cant make that basket?

Him : You are a girl and I dont think you can

Me : What the F**K has that got to do with the game?

Him : You cant play so go play for the other team, not mine

Me : F**K you psycho, who do you think you are. Do you think you are a better baller than every other person here? Matter of fact I bet I can beat you in a one on one game right now and I know whats killing you is the fact that I made the first freaking basket stupid.

Lost 5kg, Applied for a passport

Posted in Miscellaneous, Personal, School on January 12, 2008 by Queen Ebong

I have been online consecutively for approximately a week and during this period, I have neither slept well nor eaten adequately. I have come to realise to my amazement that I lost 5kg in one week and I didnt even need to do any excercise or eat fruits!

How wierd is that!

So I went to the bank today to pay for the access card in order to apply for an International passport. Well, I have finished filling the forms and I am left with getting my necessary papers.

Admission list has not been released yet and University of Jos cancelled the Post UME exams. They said they need to use student’s JAMB result. I am guessing they will now have their own cut-off mark. Ahmadu Bello University (ABU) Zaria is resuming on the 14th of this month, this means that we wanna be students have something to look out for.

I will not be left out this year. I know!

Cia. Gracias people.

Unexpected Allergy

Posted in Health, Personal on December 5, 2007 by Queen Ebong

So I went to Jos for my Post UME exam and while I was there I had to bath with water which we got from the well. I think I remember having a glass of water that I thought was clean but later realised to my amazement in the morning that the water was almost greenish in color.

I returned to Abuja only to realise that every night from 7pm my body will begin to itch as if I’m being bitten by mosquitoes. The worse part of all this is, once I scratch that area, it spreads and I have this spots on my skin. What amazes me most is that as soon as its morning, everything disappears as if nothing happened the previous night.

I went to the hospital and i was told that I was reacting to water and I was given some tablets, funny none of the tablets I was given is working.

I hope it goes as easy as it came. :(

Progress…

Posted in Personal, School on December 5, 2007 by Queen Ebong

About a week ago the Post UME result for Ahmadu Bello University was released and I went down to the school to check mine since the result wasnt posted on the school website, well…..I made the cut off mark so all I am waiting for is the admission list to be out in about 2 or 3 weeks.

Pray for me!

The Hustle and the Pains

Posted in Personal on October 30, 2007 by Queen Ebong

When I got the phone call concerning the Post UME exams that I had to write in Jos, I came online to print out the instructions page so I could see what the requirements was. It was then that I realised that we(the students) needed to pay a certain amount of money to some banks which were listed on the instructions page and get an access code which we were supposed to use for the online registration.

I set off to the Bank on Monday morning as early as 7:30am  because I didnt want to stand on the usually long and annoying que in the bank.

I got to Oceanic bank first and I was told to go to their main branch in Wuse. I left the bank and took a bus to Wuse and that was just the beginning of my frustration.

To cut the long story short, in total I entered 11 different banks and none of them was able to give me the access code and their reason was because the school hadn’t given them instructions at that moment and they also said if we were allowed to pay up, the access codes we will be given will be useless.

So I gave up and prepared to leave for Jos the next day because I knew I will find a bank that was instructed to give out the access code. But when I got to Jos, a MILLION AND ONE students were looking for the same thing. At about 8am in the morning, the banks looked as if soldier ants had invaded the whole premises.

It actually took me THREE days to get the access code and complete the registration.

And then came another problem.

On the day of the exam, we went to the venue of the exams, expecting to be through by 4pm at most but what greeted us was beyond our expectations.

The first paper which was English Language was brought at about 12:30pm and started the exam at 12:50pm, we eventually finished by 2pm and we waited for the second paper but we waited in vain till 7pm when we were asked to come back the second day to complete our exams.

It was so sad because so many students couldnt get back to their various homes because the city of Jos have a curfew of 7pm for commercial vehicle and motorcycle operators.

It was a really bad day for so many students including me as we began to find our way back to our various homes.

Really I hope this sort of thing doesnt happen again.

The Post UME results is due to be out in 2 weeks,

I am getting into the Higher Institution this year,

NOTHING IS GONNA STOP ME FROM ACHIEVING THAT DREAM

Taking a trip to Jos

Posted in Personal on October 21, 2007 by Queen Ebong

I was in the bank a few days ago when I got a phone call from a friend notifying me of the upcoming Post UME exam that will be taking place in Jos. Since he couldnt pr0vide me with any other meaningful info, I had to come online and check for the requirements.

At the moment I am putting together the necessary documents needed for the exams as I will be leaving the FCT on tuesday.

The exam for my department is on Thursday. I will be there for a week in order to get all the information that I need.

GOD HELP ME