Cool Kids Association Of Nigeria.

Okay i know your first reaction is probably wth?! But your allowed to think like that. It was my exact same reaction when i first of all heard the phrase.

Cool kid yeah? Quite hilarious! Hehehe..

So a couple of days ago, i was chilling with a couple of friends and we were talking about how everybody has a blog nowadays and somebody said, "Oh! Dont you know its one of the requirements to be a cool kid?" and i'm like O.O

Apparently the other requirements are (according to my friend that is) :
.. Own a set of Beats by Dre headphones.
.. Have atleast two different colours of contacts
.. Have a blog
..You must know how to edit pictures..master the art of photoshopping!

P.s. I have all of these according to her except the Beats..Nokia or Ipod earphone chilling  :( And my birthday is in about 32 days so show some love na..haha..jk..

Also i know everybody has their own rule book for the cool kids i guess. Earlier in the week, a number of people were even tweeting about CKAN..Cool Kids association of Nigeria if you are lost.

And the thing is, a lot of people live their lives trying to be cool kids and seriously they have me shaking my head vigourously. It fun to be a cool kid o like me..hehehe..buit really you dont have to go out of your way to take a picture with your friend's Beats or something na.

Cool Kids rock yeah..and for the fun of it, i'm going to make my own Cool Kids requirement list too.

Here we go:
..Have over 500 followers on twitter (It is an achievement trust me, so clap for yourself)
..You must have atleast a pair of coloured skinnies.
..You must always form bad guy even if its not necessary.
..Nobody rolls with Ipods anymore so you must have Ipad.

Okay i'm all out of ideas seeing as i suck ar being a cool kid, but rock as being me..I think you should do same! :)

P.s.s. beats are Headphones for listening to music and all, not Neck accessories!!!! Choi! #okbye

xxx..

Midnight. (A Nigerian Adaptation Of Twilight)

I was ninety nine point nine percent sure i was dreaming. Nobody ever looked like this! He was perfection personified.

John Clement.

Even his name had a ring to it. I knew what he really was. I knew his type. I should have figured it right from the beginning. His golden honey brown eyes and very black skin. He could easily be mistaken for a fully sun-baked Ghanaian but i knew better.

His type, they loved the heat (even when there were temperature extremities). That was why they had freshly moved to Lagos. The blazing, scorching sun was bound to attract his type but the Clements were the first of their kind in Lagos.

I did not know why, but i felt a strong unexplainable attraction to John, ever since his blazing skin mistakenly touched mine in biology practical class when i was trying very hard not to touch the formaline-infested frog.

I remembered what i had read the previous night about their type when curiousity had gotten the better of me. Known to have descended from the same bloodline as Clifford Orji, there were known as the hot ones. It was said that midnight wast the best time to hunt. The best time for them to hunt.

John's image popped into my mind again. Perfect jet black skin, golden honey brown eyes. he always had that strength, that agility that just made you imagine him pounding yam! Yes! John Clement at his full height og 6 ft 5" was a perfect picture of the perfect African man.

The only exception was that i knew just what he was. A WINCHARD. He was from a full family of winchies and winchard. And a very hot..sorry i mean pretty..no beautiful black bodied family family at that. I had made up my mind to confront him that day but just as i crossed the field to where he was standing with the other Clements I heard someone call my name,

'Ekanma!'