Walkie Talkie Nah Nih

I love taking solo walk for exercise. I do it early in the morning. I go out in simple dress mainly made up of T-shirt on a nicker-bicker or tight-fitting breeches which, for only God knows why, Americans choose to call PANTS!
Underwears?Abi kinla? Or what?! Those Americana people! Why are their own things always different? They always want to go opposite direction of the rest of the English-speaking world. Haba! Baby Kilode?
Pls let’s leave that for now because plenty ‘tory dey for inside Gasikia, one kobo newspaper. The Yankees love creating their own world and that is a story for another day. Trust me.
Then continue with your road walk or is it side talk?
Yaah! Every day, for as long as the restless Man in me allows I like to walk down the streets with my face cap on in the neighborhood for the purpose of warming the “internal combustion engine” and “empty, not top, the radiator”, as it were, observing things and people, talking to myself like a sick man (there is art in deliberate madness), gesticulating as if wanting to make a point with an invisible co-discussant and, at times, looking down like MUMU searching for an ELEPHANT in broad daylight with a lantern in his hand. The STRATEGY is to get something out of NOTHING. I call it VALUE ADDED EXERCISE.
What do you mean by that?
Thanks for asking. From my recent life experience I have come to further realise that there is no room for wastage especially of TIME. I must always take full advantage of my CONSCIOUSNESS wherever I find myself and in whatever circumstance because TIME is of the essence. I must not take chances again. For approximately EIGHT good years I sat in limbo practically doing nothing other than DOING NOTHING! because I was in no position to do SOMETHING tangible in a strange land, my own BABYLON, where I mysteriously found myself. That’s another STORY for ANOTHER DAY.
So what’s this your abracadabra of a seemingly endless narrative which I’m yet to lay my hand on?
Look at you! You want me to show you the full length of my AROGIDIGBA tongue to tell you that, like NIGERIA, our dear native land, I need to restructure and reorder my life after the wasted years in the metaphorical FOREST OF A THOUSAND DEMONS in the recent past…
Sorry to interrupt you though I believe it’s crucial I do so. I guess the demons are still working in your mind’s FOREST…Honestly without the intent of being crude or rude I think you have, albeit unconsciously, missed the trajectory of your initial thoughts on your JOGGING gambit.
Gambit ko, Gambia ni. I have not lost any trajectory course it is you that has landed in a different orbit. The point I was making is that the TACTICS may be different the STRATEGY remains the same. No more wastage of any kind. No matter how innocuous a matter may be to the ordinary eye eye it is GAME for me, the OPILOGUIST. Henceforth my regular ‘jogging’ and ranting and observing and gesticulating on the SWEAT road will not be wasted just as I have converted INSOMNIA into an opportunistic weapon for doing RESEARCH and WRITING all night long.
We are already aware of your “OLORU OF ORU” (night owl) METHODOLOGY. The question is this, is there something else up your sleeves this time around? You can’t just be wasting my time with all this RIGMAROLE, CIRCUMLOCUTORY, INTERLOCUTORY, “ROUNBADOUT” in-JUNCTIONS and “inter-JUNCTIONS” plus including T-SHIRT JUNCTIONS…
Calm down. Don’t take the words from my mouth like that. By the way how did you know? Abi you too don become WOLI NOSTRADAMUS? Na wah for you!
You come again with your ADIITU gambit of a RIDDLE. How can one pastor be having a six-pack name, Nosa,Ada,Adam, Adamu, Badmus,Amos OR is that not what NOSTRADAMUS stands for?
Na you sabi. Your “elonkoko” is too much. Three much “paapa”. Well, to answer your question, henceforth my daily walking and talking jogging routine will trigger occasional REPORTAGE with the slug
WALKIE TALKIE. Okay?
Hmmm….WALKIE Talkie nah ni, AJIBIKE OROPO.
Na my name be that. YOKOLU…