Xubi's Diaries

So I went to Babcock University High school for my sis Leke's graduation and well *sighs*honestly its good to have money o!! From the graduates,infact their graduating gowns were WOW,and their dresses and make up. Makes me kinda sad though,I can't fully apply make up and those kids can.Anyways below re some pics I snapped there. Leke with our mum Leke with Pelumi Leke,Busola,Pelumi Leke with Tosin Just realising now that I didn't even snap with her.

I'm convinced now that pink is my colour.I wore that to church yesterday and when I took these pictures,I was like WOW!!!,so I am this pretty??! Kidding,but they sure are good pics sha!!*batting eyelashes*

Ta ta ta ta ta.humming dt wande coal's song.I have forgotten the title now. Hello and how have you been?I haven't been here for a while now due to more than two reasons or the other.I an back now and ready to start bloggin. To my muslim readers,happe belated sallah(covers face). To the matter on ground today,I want to ask you a question,please what is cashless policy?When is it starting?What banks will it start from?I know wema bank nd union bank will start last tho but the most important question is WHEN IS IT STARTING??!!! The rate at which people queue at banks nowadays is alarming!!!My dad sent me to SKYE bank yesterday and I was on a queue for over one hour! I was praying that I should faint but apparently,God turned deaf ears on that particular prayer. Like seriously,does anyone here know how to manually induce fainting?I need to know it for future purposes. At least if I faint,I'll be attended to on time.I even thought about pretending to faint too but I just...

20-07-2014 A tear dropped from his left eye as he thought about Anna again. How could she be dead? How? Anna, the best sister anyone could ever have. Anna, his only sister … who made so many sacrifices to ensure he went to college and become the man he is today. Anna. Dead. What is this life? "Tea or coffee sir…?" Munachi – the air hostess – asked, snapping him out of his reverie. He dried his eyes and gestured towards coffee. He nodded his thanks as she gave it to him and went about her business. He took a sip of the scalding hot beverage and didn't even flinch. All he could think of was Anna and how he wept over her cold dead body. He had flown to Monrovia immediately he was told that she was seriously ill. The doctors had initially refused to allow him see her, saying it was unsafe, but one look at them and they obliged. Patrick was a big man. In Liberia and other African countries, big men always had their way. That all seemed like years ago though. He had given her a...