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Name: Jide
Country: United States
State: Georgia
Metro: Atlanta
Gender: Male
Interests: Most of my interest include and revolves around sports. Soccer, football(American), Baseball(even tho boring at times) and Basketball. I am very much in to Politics, global issues, music in all sorts of genre, women and i love math.
Expertise: eat...sleep...goof off...smile...look ugly...act very mean.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Medical
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
MSN: jideoshin@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  newme17jio
Member Since:
1/2/2005
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| Hello? Hi! Hey baby, wassup? Did you miss me? Those are the series of questions that ensue right after I pick up the phone when "most females" call me. How many babies can one man have? The act of spitting "game" commonly referred to as "TOASTING" in Naija (Nigeria) as become a daily routine for a guy like me. I find myself to be moderately quick witted, fast thinking but not necessarily smooth talking. Characteristics needed to play and survive the game and which women find quite irresistible. Along with that I can be very charming, funny and occasionally I’ve been referred to as adorable.
The best thing about the game, playing it and surviving it, is that it keeps me young, it excites me, it challenges me and above all you feel good if you are successful at running game. It's not about the number of females you sleep with (LOL! for most of us, it's not) or how many of them spend their money on you (cos I sure as hell don’t need it...maybe). Sometimes I feel like I’m not in the game, but ... tells me different! And you are probably thinking to yourself "yea, right. Jide ain't got no game", well thanks for the vote of confidence because I really wish I didn't.
The Game is like a stalker. It’s one of those things or people you try to get rid off but the more you try, the more they/it keeps coming back. Seriously, I’ve been trying to get away for months now but it’s not working. I’m not a player, at least not a major player. In football, I’ll be a third stringer or something. I’m still trying to get away but in other for me to get away from the game, I think I need something solid but searching as only increased the number of victims and I’m scared I’m going to become one of those guys being hunted down by angry females. I don’t want anyone to cut off my "ish" because there’s a lot of little Jides or Jidesses that need to come into the world.
PS: If you read this and we are talking or seem like we are talking. Please, call me before you think I’m running game on you.
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| Before I get into this...LOL, I want to thank Crystal for inspiring to do this at a time when I feel jobless.
Anyways, I attended Command Day Secondary School (CDSS), Ikeja against the will of my parents (my Mom to be precise). I guess the military uniforms and the idea of going to a Semi-Military school fascinated me. I call it "semi" because compared to the Nigerian Military School (NMS) in Zaira, ours was nothing but we still got that Military discipline. Every day we had to jog our butts off. Once you step in the gates, you are a jogger and bagger till you leave the school premises. You have to jog whenever you are going from one building to another.
For you outsiders that will read this, I will answer your questions in advance. Yes, Command Ikeja was and is the shit. Yes, we are better than KC and QC and ISL and whatever school you went to in Naija and No, we are more than that school housed in the Ikeja cantonment/Barracks. CDSS Ikeja was a reality setting; we had the best of what diversity represents as per Naija standards from Socio-Economic class to just Social class. The Soldier's kid, the high Ranking Officer's kid, the Civilian's Kid whose father runs Julius Berger, Oil Companies and large Conglomerates in Naija and the Civilian's kid whose father was a mere civil servant all went to Command. But at the end of the day, we all got our asses whooped the same way (at least most of the time).
I remember in JSS1, I got in trouble for absolutely nothing. My then Deeper Life Class teacher (nothing against the denomination, but I have to emphasize it) got me suspended on accusations that I tried to start a SECRET CULT at the school. LOL, I'm a first year secondary school student, man. WTF do I know about starting a cult.
This day, we were all coming back to class from Introtech and Home Science (or what's that class called again). Anyways, Martins held everyone off from going into the class unless they bought a student ID card that my friends and me jokingly made out of consultation cards I got from Cherubim and Seraphim Church Health Center. Class captain (LOL, funny enough she's on facebook) reports the situation to the Teacher and the She was furious, took the card from Martins and went straight to the Commandants Office. Martins and myself were called on and without any explanations beat about 60 times by RSM and some random Soldier (I believe it was Robocop).
My mom was around and was pregnant at that time (about 6 months), she saw me in front of the office crying my eyes out after I was told I was going to be suspended for 2 weeks. She went to the Commandant's Office, begged on my behalf and supposedly knelt down but she was just a BLOODY CIVILIAN...LOL, excuse me! Anyways, Martins father was an Officer, so he ended up not being suspended but I served the suspension working as my Step-Dad's secretary. LOL, at least it helped me with TYPING AND SHORTHAND class (that stupid class).
When I got back, I had nothing but hatred towards the TEACHER and MARTINS and it didn't help that she was also my French Teacher. I disliked French after that...LOL. I forgave Martins after he repeated JSS2 (I know...that's bad of me but I was young, but I was kinda glad he repeated. at least, he's father could help him through that). I was prolly the only one in my set to get suspended. Achievement, right???
Prior to this situation, 2 weeks after we resumed the term. I and Kunle Familusi were our way to go turn in our Intro Tech assignment. We were strolling through the Assembly ground (the assembly ground was like a sacred ground or something). Anyways, across from the assembly ground was this tree that the Soldiers normally chilled under. RSM was right there watching us and all of a sudden, his GORILLA looking and built ass goes "you 2 baggers, come here." Unknown to us that we were about to get our asses whooped we jogged to him instead of running away from him...LOL( which is like suicide if you get caught). The guy asked us what were up to and we told him but i guess it wasn't legit enough because before i was aware of what was going on, i had recieved 6 on my buttocks. now RSM's cane is no joke, the guy gets the fattest and longest cane. My hand was in the way and he struck it. that left a big blood pattern on my wrist, the pattern later became a scar and dissappeared 2 years later.
Anyways, watch out for the second part. I'm tired
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| The smallest things do matter. I have a new found respect for those who preserve things. Recently i was chatting with my oldest cousin from my maternal side of the family, we both spent our early childhood together and used to tease each other (still do) so bad that sometimes i wanna choke the living Sh*T out of her. It's during one of those many teasing sessions that i got the name "Ko-Sho-Fo" (meaning "nothing goes to waste" in this case, FOOD), a name i've had to go by ever since then. Anyways, back to the chat...she told me she had some childhood pics of me and i was like "forward them to me," after a long wait she finally did. Hmmm...... 
That's me when i turned one. funny enough, she had pic of when my lil' brother turned 1. And that's where preservation comes in. now, I have never kept anything for 6 years but then again, i've never had a reason to because my mom's around. pay close attention to the next picture... 
That's me at 7+ and my brother at 1. and does that nucca have my outfit on? i'm not even sure if it's mine. for all i know my great grandfather prolly wore it too. the best part though is that even though we are not expecting anymore children from momsy, the outfit is still in the house. i know i aint wearing it for my son sha, so if you want it feel free to place a bid. Anyways, i felt like showing off my baby pics and there's no better way to do it than incorporate it in a some topic. This is for you rhea, for making fun of my pic. | | |
| so this is one of those nights i get home from the club or watever and remember i actually have a blog. Tonight was different. i've not being out in a sec, so i had to make the best of it. i saw step up yesterday, and today i turned into a dance machine. i tell you, even though im as big as texas, i can move on the dancefloor. Over the summer, i put on about16 pounds and for the last 3 days, i've been working hard to return to my old shape. that would prolly take me about 3 weeks or so, but the best part of everything is that i feel good, i feel healthy and even though my backside has suddenly become a thing of attention for females, i enjoy it.
The single life is interesting, it makes you appreciate your relationships and yet, celebrate your freedom. maybe it's just me but that's how i feel. however, it makes it hard to get into something else though, cos u have to constantly ask yourself "is it worth it?"
feck this, i'm going to bed. church in the morning, man. | | |
| I'll keep in suspense as to what significance my new profile picture hold but i have learnt to follow the foot steps of those before me in leadership, service, patriotism, scholarship and love for humanity. To those who know whose picture that is..well, good for you. | | |
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