Now that I blog, call me a blogger.

The night before;

On my reading table was a lamp. The rays of light partially darken the room. I started to ask myself, why I avnt slept by 12midnight?. Everywhere was silent. Except the breeze that waves with such noise. What was about to happen?

The episode;

My phone beeped, “Heelloo, from pretty lady of high esteem. Before, I could respond with a snooze voice, she raised the tone of her voice – Haaapppyyy Bthday. I pretended like I was expecting it.

Call me a Blogger;

My afro style had coiled. I was clammy with sweat. The sun was mimicking a fulbright star, but was hot. It’s almost summer. My friends came around and we twisted the day away. It’s was a NEW AGE – getting old. I gave myself a NEW NAME too; BRAINIAC BLOGGER.

The past;

For over four years, I have written on Brainiac Column on a Facebook page. This blog is an extension. It’s about my profession, my hobby, my friends, my family and my God.

Enjoy!!!