This is a real story of a young ex-Unilag girl who
passed away last month.
Her name was Lola.
She was hit by a car at Oyingbo on her way to work
at Apapa.
She was working for MTN.
She had a boy friend named Emeka, a banker who
was recently transferred to Abuja.
Both of them were true lovers.
She spent half of the day and most nights talking
with Emeka on her phone.
Lola's family knew about their relationship.
Emeka was very close with Lola's family in spite of
the tribal differences. (just imagine their love).
Before she passed away at LUTH, she told her
friends,
"If I pass away, please bury me with my cell
phone".
She also said the same thing to her parents.
After her death at LUTH, the attendants couldn't
carry her body to the mortuary.
A lot of them tried to do so but still couldn't.
They went and called some priests in church who
had the gift of communicating with the dead.
They sprinkled some salt and water on the body
and started speaking to himself slowly.
After a few minutes, they said,
"this girl misses something here".
Then her friends told them about her intentions to
bury her with her phone.
They asked them to bring a coffin, and then they
opened it and placed her phone inside the casket.
After that they tried to carry the body.
It could now be moved and they carried it away
easily.
Everyone was shocked.
A day later which was Lola's birthday, Emeka came
to their house with gifts but was so shocked to
receive d news.
He couldn't believe because he still spoke with Lola
d previous day, he then tried calling her phone
again in their presence and behold d phone rang
and Lola picked it and they were chatting.
They called d priest to come and intervene and
when he came and prayed for 5 hours, it was
revealed dat:
"MTN is everywhere u GO"
Please don't shoot us yet cos we're also looking for
d person dat sent dis to us, so we can strangle him
too.. Hehehehehehe
We sef sidon read am like person wey dey prepare
for JAMB seriously.
Make una no vex ko? Hehehehehehe
But kai, una too sef like tori...
Enjoy!@@@
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