A Date to Remember

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Lot of times when my girlfriends come visiting,we often end up talking about guys and this includes their various experiences as well as outings with guys. Both the good,bad,ugly, boring and funny ones. There are some to gosh about and some to laugh about.
Being the indoor type, I was chatting with Bestie one hot afternoon..Amebos….well you can say that again..Sooner than later,hunger beckoned. We stood up to get something to eat when out of the blue we heard a knock on the door. We were a bit surprised because we weren’t expecting anyone. Anyways,I tiptoed to the door(being the more “ameboish” one) and looked tthrough the peep hole. Lo and behold it was one of bestie’s never relenting “toasters”. I carefully walked back to the room to inform her. She was fuming as she moved towards the door(A hungry babe is an angry one).
All na wash sha. She ushered in the gentle bobo with a fake smile.I greeted the well dressed guy and moved to my room. He looked like someone going to see his in-laws for the first time.
His new and neatly ironed shirt whose edges were as sharp as the tip of a knife, his polished shoes which were radiating, well combed hair, good fragrance perfume were indicators of this. I smiled sheepishly as I moved to my room.
Not long after Bestie came in to give me the good news. Although it wasn’t the gospel of Christ. The gentle bobo had offered to take her out. I couldn’t help but laugh. I had noticed the signals initially.

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Back to the matter, she got dressed. I offered her my one kobo advice.I said ‘Dress simple, it’s hot’. Thankfully she listened and wore a knitted sleeveless blouse(made by her very self) with jean trousers and a matching pair of borrow pose slippers. After which she applied makeup. I constantly reminded her of her purse. Yessoo ladies never go on a date without taking little cash along or better still your ATM card(well,that’s if your account hasn’t been washed with the blood sha). All set,they took their leave.

Tick, Tack.Tick, Tack. Tick, Tack.
Thirty minutes passed, one hour, one hour thirty minutes, two hours passed. Finally, I heard a knock to which I responded and Bestie walked in. I was beaming with smiles, I couldn’t wait to devour the gist. Without waiting for me to close the door,she screamed
“I’m hungryyyy!!!!”
I was speechless and motionless. Not caring about me, she moved to the kitchen and emptied two packs of noodles into the pot to boil. After a meal well eaten, she got down to the details of the outing.

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According to her tale of woes, our amiable gentleman gave the suggestion of going to his house to pick the car, to which she obliged. On getting there, he pleaded with her for few minutes to prepare the car( as if he was going to make semovita). Five minutes later,he walked in sweating profusely.
‘There has been a problem’ he said. To which she replied ‘what is it?’
‘The car isn’t ready’
‘Well,no problem I wasn’t really cool with the car idea. Let’s opt for a bike instead’
‘All right. Thanks’
On getting to the gate, he changed his mind and said the bike idea was a terrible one as he would prefer they stayed indoors. To cut the long story short, they ended up spending the afternoon in the comfort of his living room sipping cold milk with a dash of coffee.😂😂😂

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My Nysc Camp Experience part 1

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After many months of prayer and fasting. The good news finally arrived. I couldn’t sleep due to anxiety. Thankfully, Bestie and I were posted to south west. Ondo state to be precise(our exact choice)…Yayyy, i rolled on the ground severally immediately i saw it… The journey to camp was about six hours despite the fast and furious driver we had.

On getting to camp, my loads were searched for contrabands as they call it.Trust me(as per good citizen), none was found in my possession. In the process of the search, i forgot the small bucket(which i bought at a ridiculous price) at the security post. We were asked to go to our rooms to drop our loads(they were quite considerate). After this, registration began. Omo, see queue.
Well, well, being a Queen 👑, a gentleman allowed me to stand before him and in no time, i was through with stage 1 with so much ease and comfort. Stage 1 involved screening of credentials.

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Moving on to stage 2(biometrics screening), a large crowd was sitted patiently in the so called multipurpose hall. The same gentleman offered me his seat. Trust me, i jumped at the offer without wasting time. Although, i had to give him my number, but trust me Lagos babe i know how to get guys(that i have no interest in) off my back. Hopefully he wouldn’t get to read this post.

Unfortunately i wasn’t opportuned to complete my registration after sitting at a spot from 2pm to 10pm. In addition, i ate a very cold plate of rice at mammy market at a high price. I purged all night and ended up pleading to Baba God to teleport me back to my Father’s house. An empty wish.
God bless Naija anyways!!!