MY FATHER DON ENTER ONE-CHANCE By Halima Shehu
My Dad joined Facebook last week. That is not the story. Ever since he did, I have been having headache censoring what to post and comment on. That is also not the gist.
The story is that he called me this morning and started complaining to
me.
The story is that he called me this morning and started complaining to
me.
Saying; “Ikechukwu , this Facebook
registration dey chop money oh”... hmmm “Daddy I no understand… how?” I enthused.
he sighed and said: “Since wey I tell Ada, your sister to register me for Facebook, na
so-so money I dey spend” I became somewhat inquisitive about his meaning of 'spending' to register on Facebook.
“She bin no subscribe for MB before registering you?” he raised eyebrows and said: “ahh which one be MB? I hope say she no go come collect another money for that one?
Because I don pay N8,000 for chatting permit, N10,000 for friend request fee, N3,000 for posting fee, N6,000 for profile picture permit and this evening again, your sister don talk say Facebook say make I bring N5,000 for international Facebook passport. Ikechukwu I don tire, na so una dey spend money for This thing?”
Please what should I tell my Dad right now??
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