Sharing his BBN experience on Facebook, he wrote:
"#MyBBNaijaAuditionExperience
Hymn 111:
‘This is my story, this is my song.... ‘
Macaroni, go for Big Brother Na’ ‘Omo, u go blow worldwide ooo’ ‘omo 45 Million fall on you ooo’ ati be be lo....
After deep ironu, I told myself, ‘bros, you need everything that comes with that TV show oo... forget! It can change your life for good’ Afterall, See TOBI.
So 3:00am this morning, I left the warm comfort of my bed, had my bath and put on my best color.. WHITE!
I got there around, 4:01... (Man was on Top speed) to meet a crowd of about 800 people ( if not more ) already...
‘Ahh! Na all these people get international passport ‘ ? I said to myself...
Yeee! Mogbe! Macaroni, where is your passport? I forgot my Passport right on my bed... that was the devil trying to play Tinko Tinko with me... Afira!!! Within 30 minutes I had gone to pick the passport and was back at the venue.
"Ah Macaroni, wetin u dey find for here? U sef come audition? Iro ooo. Mo wa pick beans ni...
At that time, there was no list, no name or number tags.. nothing to identify who was there since 12:00am or who just came...
we sha dey look.... eventually, between 7-8 it was looking like they would open the main gate... and then it all began...
pushing, beating, slapping that I had not received in years. Ahh! Macaroni, Instablog must not see this ke... I was thinking about my life amidst all that struggle when one girl like this bit me... Afi bi Aja! Omaale deyin Mo mi ni sha... you are stepping on me, you are stepping on me; she shouted... iyen lo de Ma fi je mi pa??
Sha, I struggled my way to the front ooo... then it began again, the fainting, choking, stampede and all other garnished forms of misfortune.. I couldn’t breathe.. now it wasn’t even about the audition again. Mi o se Big Brother Mo.. I no do again... the struggle was to leave the place... but I realized even going back was a greater struggle than going forward... Tooh! We die here!
TO BE CONTD."
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