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 Fiction



I remember resting and cooling off inside my owner’s bag after she had finished making use of me. I was tired and hot so I decided to snooze a bit before she remembered that she had to call someone and subject me to eavesdropping for ten minutes or before she started texting for hours on end.

I remember the comfortable position I had assumed while I nestled in the bag before I felt myself being pulled out. “Not again” I grumbled, unwilling to leave my comfort zone. At that point, I realized that it wasn’t my owner holding me. These hands were callous in contrast to my owner’s soft ones. I managed to slide down these hands a little but I still held on for fear of being damaged. I looked around for my owner but she was nowhere near. I realized that I had been phone – napped. Alas! I had been stolen! I whimpered as these rough hands held me and forcibly pushed me into smelly pockets. At that point, I began to hope for a miracle, that someone would try to call my owner so I could scream as loud as I could to alert my owner. About twenty minutes later, fate smiled upon me as someone actually called but then I realized that I could only vibrate. I was so scared. I was doomed it seemed. I felt myself being pulled out and as I was fiddled with, I came to the knowledge that I was being turned off. I began to accept my fate as I drifted into unconsciousness.

I heard voices around me as I began to boot. As I regained consciousness, I realized that I was in the presence of other phones that had been stolen too. I looked around me and discovered that there were five others apart from me. “Hello fresh cake” Nokia Asha said. He seemed to be the oldest among the devices. “Where am I?” I replied. “We don’t know” a Samsung Galaxy tablet said as he looked at me sadly. We had been taken from our owners and put in this place to be sold to other people. As I conversed with the other devices, I realized that there had been others before me and that the Samsung Galaxy tablet was the last one in before me. There had been others but they had been sold. Nokia Asha had no hope of being sold. He said he was becoming ancient. He told me I didn’t have anything to fear as I was bound to be bought. He said, “I called you fresh cake when you first came in because people are interested in your make. You’ll be out of here in no time. You’re an Infinix hot 2.”

Two days after, I found myself being tossed from hand to hand while listening to stuff like “I’ve used it. This is a great product”. How dare that man refer to me as ‘it’? I am infinix hot 2 for crying out loud and I’m a sleek model, a female! I realized that my musings were the last of my problems when the bargaining began and someone had the guts to say he wanted to pay 10,000 Naira for me. You can imagine! I mean, take a look at me. To cut the story short, I was sold to the highest bidder for 25,000 Naira when I’m worth 40,000 Naira.

As I began to know my new owner, I realized that he was very careless and he dropped me often. I had sustained enough injuries, so much that if my former owner saw me, she wouldn’t even recognize me. I really hoped that she would find me but as time went on, I realized that I could only dream.

Hello dear readers! I’m so sorry that I’ve been MIA for months. My phone was stolen and this piece I wrote is another one of my random thoughts, something I imagined that my phone went through. I had so many thoughts that I had written down and when my phone was stolen, I felt terrible because I had no backup. For weeks, I couldn’t write anything but the good news is that I’m back and ready to share what goes on in my head with all of you. Another good news is that I have a laptop! Now, there’s backup and I plan on updating every Friday as God wills it. I will really appreciate it if you tell a friend to tell a friend about Ruonaahsculture.

Until next time people.

Ruona ❤