Ok, sorry ... I'm just being melodramatic. Well how else was I going to get you to read my blog??? Sorry oh, no vex abeg, I don't have a baby and if I did have one, whoever kills it will not live to talk about it. What!!!!!

By the way, the little princess of bloNgville stopped by my page the other day. I must say with a little shame I was really pleased. Naija blog royalty naim you be oh, omo girl. I am indeed one of your biggest fan. I still remember the first time I read your blog, you totally blew my mind with your sassy little way. What can I say? Big ups lil' mama, keep it crunk!

So back to the baby issue, it was one of those few nights, I did not have a million and one assignments and deadlines to meet that I was chillin', watching a little tv. I heard some commotion outside my door and being the awesome Janet Bond Double O three and a half, I stepped out oh

Peeked out small through my door and then after a few minutes, I ventured out to the elevator to know what was up. Well, I did not see anything, I only heard people yelling. One was saying" where is he, where is he" and a woman was sobbing at the top of her voice.

I immediately assumed some skank must have been caught stepping out on her man and the guy was looking for the other guy so he could brush him. Next thing oh, the elevator doors opened and this guy stepped out and started asking me "Did you see them?" I was like "see who?" He did not reply and turned the corner and took the stairs.

Without thinking twice, I ran back to the safety of my apartment where I continued hearing all kinds of noise. Well, baby girl had no plans of any more investigating oh. So I stayed put in my living room.

A couple of hours later, I wanted to go to the store so I went to the elevator, push push elevator no gree come. So I had to take the stairs (and if I hear you say "well, you live on the third floor, you should be talking the stairs anyway", I'll come over there and burst your lip!)

Man, the ground floor was a mess. Blood everywhere, the cops everywhere, yellow taps everywhere. I was like "what the fuck is going on here?"

Well it turns out, a little baby boy on the 13th floor apparently ran out to the elevators as he and his mom were about going out and leaned on the elevator doors. The door opened but the elevator itself was not in, only the empty space (I'm not sure how I can explain it better) and because the boy was leaning on the elevator door with his back, the opening of the door caught him off balance and he fell into the space, falling 13 floors all the way to the basement ... and died.

Poor baby ... but pretty please you can't haunt the elevator... please I beg you.

posted by lala @ 11:19 AM

3 Comments:

At Thu May 31, 12:24:00 PM 2007, Admin UD said…

Damn damn!!! wtf!!! Oh! God, i hate it when babies die. They're so innocent and most don't even know why they're dying(no pun intended).

If its one crack head and ne'er do wells, ehen, i can say, Good Riddance.

May God acceopt his sweet soul.

This is Ugodaniels cuming thru ya blog and am already luving it.

Will become a permanent reader from today...can someborri say Amen...Amen!
At Fri Jun 01, 10:46:00 AM 2007, Anonymous said…

like seriously...that happened..shoot!what!poor parents...kai!that musta been a painful death....shit shit!...abeg be using the stairs o
At Sat Jun 02, 03:31:00 PM 2007, Nilla said…

That's sad oh! May his soul RIP.

RE: Your comment on my blog
Yes Oh, we'll hang out when you move back to PH (as long as we're in town @ the same time).

Have a wonderful weekend.