Posted in Fiction, Random

The Gossip Queen (TGQ)

Indomie liked to gossip. She was a professional in talking about matters that didn’t concern her and before you ask, Indomie is not her real name. She was called indomie because she always had mouth-watering gist garnished with lies and exaggeration and most of her listeners always slurped the gist up like noodles.

You see, gossiping comes naturally to people. You cannot deny that at one point in your life, you’ve not said something about someone in their absence because if you look at it, gossip is a casual conversation about other people that will most often involve details that are not true. You’ve probably heard some people justify gossip by saying “there’s nothing I’m saying here that I can’t say to his/her face” and in some cases, it may be true because not all gossip causes harm and if you didn’t know, there’s good and bad gossip. There’s good gossip in the sense that you can talk about someone in the person’s absence and say you’re proud of that person and I’m quite sure that you know that bad gossip comes from a place of hate, jealousy, idleness, or an inability to keep a secret.

Our gossip queen indomie dabbled in all forms of gossip as her mood decided and you can’t exactly blame her because she has always been one to talk a lot and it’s very easy when storytelling comes naturally to you. In other words, she just couldn’t keep her mouth closed and there were always people to listen and encourage her gossip ministry.

Before I continue with this story, you should know that Indomie did not have such a great childhood. She was an only child and she was well catered for but her parents were often busy with work and so, they rarely had her time. Indomie found comfort in school quite young and she made friends easily because they were always drawn to her stories. On days when she had nothing to tell, she ended up making up stories to capture the attention of her audience. Indomie also found out that people liked to listen to personal stories and before long, she started to lie. She’d tell her friends about her new Barbie and Ken doll that used to wake up, talk to her and walk about in her room. She was inspired by Toy Story and she told her friends that Barbie and Ken only spoke to her. Don’t ask me why her friends believed her. You can’t deny that you believed strange things when you were younger too.

As Indomie got older, she started telling people’s stories too. She fed on the satisfaction of always having the attention of her audience. After all, her parents didn’t have her time but her friends were interested in her. They knew she was lying most of the time but who doesn’t like to hear the scoop on the latest relationships or what happens when nobody is watching? The real question should be “how did she know these things?” She was brilliant no doubt and not all her facts were correct but as long as she had a source, her stories were in abundance. Sometimes, I wondered how people confided in Indomie because she’d always spill but even I can not deny that she was quite easy to talk to. The wise ones knew that if they wanted a rumor to spread like wildfire, all they needed to do was tell her and it was a done deal.

One thing you might have observed about gossip is that it’s often done in close circles. You see, gossiping promotes trust in a way because if I’m gossiping with you, I trust that you won’t spill, and even if you have a cause to talk about whatever we may have discussed, I trust that people will not be able to link it back to me. Indomie had a gossip circle – her group of friends. As much as they traded gossip stories, they also shared their secrets and they felt confident that there was an unspoken code of trust. They would gossip about other people but they would not gossip about each other. Gossiping together was entertaining and most times, they did it because they were bored or idle but as you may have guessed, they were not true to one another because as soon as one person left the group, she became the subject of discussion. It was terrible.

Grace, a member of the circle confided in Indomie that she was pregnant for James. She trusted that Indomie would keep this information to herself and not spread it because they were friends. Two days later, Serena had come to ask her about it and Janet had called her careless. How did they know? She only told Indomie!! At the end of the week, everybody had heard about her pregnancy and even had twisted versions of the story. To make things worse, James broke up with her.

There was no way Grace was going to forgive Indomie. Indomie was the only person she had told. She thought she had confided in her friend. She should have known better. Grace vowed that Indomie would go down with her and that was when she started her rumors. She would hurt Indomie with her words too. She went to the circle and told them every dirty secret she had on Indomie and willed them to do whatever they wanted with the information. Indomie started receiving remarks on her deepest darkest secrets and it was just too much for her. Before long, the gossip queen became the subject of gossip. Grace did not hide the fact that she was responsible and even when Indomie tried to retaliate, she discovered that Grace had done irreparable damage to her reputation.

Indomie wanted the humiliation to stop. She wanted to go to school and walk freely without receiving stares of disgust. She tried to talk to Grace, to tell her to take back the words she said but there was nothing that could be done. Her dirty linen was out for the public to see. She was no longer a part of the circle, nobody wanted anything to do with her, nobody wanted to hear her stories and her parents were still not available. Indomie could not take it, she wasn’t strong enough. She decided to end it all.

On her bed, overdosed on pills, Indomie was found dead. Grace would not stop screaming when she heard. All she wanted to do was make Indomie feel the way she felt. She didn’t want her to die. Grace hasn’t forgiven herself and as much as she wants to convince herself that Indomie made her do what she did, she knows she went too far.

They were friends. Indomie made the mistake of spilling her secret. Should Grace have spilled hers too?

Tell me.


Ruona. ❤️


How are you doing today?

This is purely a work of fiction, and it was not written in reference to anyone, living or dead.

What did you think of Indomie and Grace?

Why do you think people gossip?

What gossip experiences have you had?

Can we ever stop gossips? How do we prevent it?

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Posted in Random, Travel

My First Boat Ride Experience

You guys!!! I’ve been saving this gist for a while and today is the day I finally spill. So, there’s this girl I know, she’d been hydrophobic all her life and she begun to overcome her fear of water last year. She has also never learned how to swim. I am that girl and that girl is me so what was I doing in a boat inside water?

Wait. I’ll tell you.

Sometime last month, I had to attend an event at Azebiri in Delta state. If you know this place, you know that you cannot get there on land. You have to get to Okwabe waterside to board a boat that will take you there and it’s at least a twenty minute trip if you’re using a speed boat.

The trip to Azebiri was nice. I had to struggle to get into the speed boat and I got mud all over my feet. Apparently, you have to have long legs to board a boat (short people problems, sigh). I was scared at first but I was with my friends and we were making videos. I remember a man saying “you said you’re scared and you’re still snapping”. I wasn’t bothered because I was wedged between two people and I was pretty comfy plus my parents were praying for me. It would be a smooth ride.

The water stretched around us, the breeze was warm and it was actually refreshing. At a point, the boat stopped because there was no balance. Some people at the back of the boat had to move to the front to balance the boat. I saw fishing traps and a fisherman or two (they were in a boat and they were scrutinizing the water so I just assumed that they were fishermen). I also saw some children bathing at the edge of the water. Some of these children were actually small but they seemed so at home. I mean, this was a large expanse of water and they were just swimming like it was normal. But I guess if the river is where your home is, you should be comfortable with swimming. We got to Azebiri in one piece and the event was successful.

Washing my feet.

Leaving Azebiri to Okwabe waterside is another story entirely. In fact, this is where the main gist lies. First and foremost, I’d like to say:


It started raining!!! It rained heavily and in a hurry to get home, my friends and I boarded a speedboat and sat patiently, waiting for the driver. Lo and behold, after waiting in the rain for some time, we were told that the driver wasn’t moving the boat. The only other option for transportation was this Nigerian version of Noah’s ark. I mean, the boat was huge!! We were reluctant to get in because a big boat meant more time on water and when it’s raining, the last thing you want to do is to be chilling on water. You’re not Jesus 😪. At least this boat had a roof.

Boarding this boat wasn’t easy. I already had difficulties with boarding a normal speed boat so you can imagine how hard this one must have been. It was still raining heavily and a lot of people were scurrying to this ‘Noah’s ark’ and I didn’t want to be left behind so I joined them. My friends (who were males of course) boarded the boat by climbing in from the side. It was a high jump and there was no way I was going to reach. I had to follow the other people to the ladder (yes, the boat had a ladder. I said it was huge). In the process of trying to climb the ladder, the boat began to move. In my mind I was like “Why was the boat moving?”, “Do these people want to leave me here?”, “I can’t spend the night in Azebiri. They don’t have MTN network here”, “My bag is already on the boat. My phone is inside”, and so on. It was later I understood that the boat was just being adjusted but because I was frantic, I tried to climb the boat from the side like the guys and I remember hearing a man say “wait, don’t do that you will fall”. Ladies and Gentlemen, my great fall into the water like Humpty Dumpty coincided with that man’s last word. Yes, I fell 😭, inside mud and water, in the heavy rain. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry because by the time I gathered myself, the boat had come to a halt and more people were boarding. I was one of the last people to board and the boat transported at least 50 people.

The journey back was annoying. It kept raining, and people kept moving to one side of the boat to avoid the rain. I was scared because I had realized that if the passengers did not balance the boat by staying on both sides, it could tip the boat. Some of the passengers had to be shouted at before they listened and balanced the boat. Mind you, it was still raining and some of the passengers didn’t want to sit down because the boat was wet. This posed a problem because the person steering the boat could not see since the people standing were obstructing his view. Those people had to be shouted at too before they eventually complied and sat down.

Spot the driver? Sailor? Captain? He steered the boat.

As the journey progressed, I was frightened and really cold (do not wear off-shoulder dresses for boat rides. Don’t say I didn’t warn you). I just wanted it to be over but it felt so long because the boat was so slow. We found out that this huge boat was three times slower than a normal speedboat. We made the first trip to Azebiri in 20 minutes. You can imagine how long we spent on our journey back to Okwabe waterside.

As I examined the little injury I sustained from my fall, I observed that some people in the boat were pretty chill. I mean, some people could still eat party jollof rice, gist and make jokes. At one point, the boat stopped in the middle of the water and my friend actually said that the men should come down and push the boat (Book of June is a clown 😂). Imagine pushing a boat inside the water 😂😂😂. I’m laughing now but I couldn’t laugh until the boat started moving again. All I could think about was the fact that I couldn’t swim. I was also shivering and a man offered me Gordon’s Dry Gin so I could keep warm but I declined before I drank alcohol and decided that it was a good idea to jump in the water and shout “I am a fish, I am a fish”.

Okwabe waterside
Looking at this video now, I’m realizing that the boat wasn’t so huge. Smh.

In the end though, it was a whole new experience and I know I would have enjoyed it without the rain and the falling (I fell two more times that day). Will I be going on boat rides anytime soon? No, I don’t think so. My eyes have seen enough. My best part was coming down from the big boat though. My friend helped me down like a princess 😊. That’s the whole gist. I hope you enjoyed reading this ‘cos I enjoyed writing it.

Until next time loves,

‘Ruona ❤️


Merry Christmas in advance!! I asked if you liked my Christmas banner the last time and nobody answered me 😒

How are you doing?

Book of June took these pictures.

Is a boat driver called a driver? I still haven’t figured it out. Help me?

Who will teach me how to swim?

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