Skip to main content

GIRLFRIEND NUMBER 12?

GIRLFRIEND NUMBER 12


   What does a girl have to do to get a correct guy's attention these days? This big question has been on my mind for like forever amd has been giving me sleepless nights. Why am I so bothered with this matter? well, the reasons are many. First, these days its not an akara nad akamu case o. beautiful chicks are everywhere: in the hostel, in our neighbourhood, in the campus, on the streets, in the market, everwhere! From the typical ajekpako to the correct ajebutter, you find these girls always lurking around the corner and making your shakara meaningless by competing with you in things you thought only you had and could weld.
      

What started me on this wonder path is what happened 3months ago when I went to Ashley's place. See, Ashley is a very close friend and colleague of mine and she is married to this wealthy, educated and handsome man. I'm happy for her o but I dey jealous her sometimes sha. She welcomed me and served me well prepared jollof rice and a bottle of coke. we sat and gossiped about work and men. while we on the topic of boyfriend and husband snatching, there was a knock on the door and this charming drop- dead gorgeous man walked in. Teena...Teena.. are you okay? Ashley whispered to me. ehmmm...ofcourse. I stammered with my lips hanging open on one side.
  The handsome dude introduced himself as Daniel aand my stomach began to feel funny.. butterflies eh! thought I was older than that sha. Daniel joined our discussion and all the while, I'm not sure I heard or listened to a single word Ashley said. I was so caught up in the hunk in front of me. Sadly, i noticed Daniel didn't laugh at or reply my conversations. He wasn't even looking in my direction. It was only Ashley that giggled when I made any funny statements. Me wey sabi crack joke die...
       I decided to use the most potent weapon I had in my arsenal; my correct body. I excused myself,went to the bathroom, opened the first two buttons of my shirt, applied some makeup and a little of my very expensive perfume and walked back in majestically. I sat beside Daniel this time and intentionally touched him a little in my bid to sit down. O boy eh! the bobo no even look my side at all. He just flashed a little look at my exposed cleavage and turned away. Abi him na gay? Chei! God eh! I had to speak up. 'Danny, can I call you that? I asked. 'Sure' he answered.  will I be seeing more of you? 'No' was the reply. shuoooo.... see this bobo o. na me him wan fall my hand like this? ' Ashley cut in to save me the embarrassment. ' what Teena is saying is that she'll like to see more of you. 'oh in that case , you know she can''t. 'why not'' I asked. Except she wants to be girlfriend number 12.  'your father! something dey worry worry you. wonders shall never end. Me Teen teen baby, girlfriend number 12?
      I don't know whether he was joking or not but when I think of that day I laugh. Since then I've been meeting ugly guys o. I'm thinking girfriend number 12 wouldn't have been such a bad idea after all or don't you think so too?  lol. still here sha waiting for the killer dude.
Ciao!

Comments

  1. Unknown4 June 2016 at 03:56

    Nice piece Jt. We want more!!! 😀

    ReplyDelete
  2. Unknown4 June 2016 at 03:56

    Nice piece Jt. We want more!!! 😀

    ReplyDelete
  3. Justina Chibueze4 June 2016 at 04:25

    Thanks Gee. keep your fingers crossed. I've got lots more

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

ONE NIGHT

They met at a bar Him a fine, reserved  young man Her a bubbly young woman Once she set her eyes on him She knew she wanted him So she went and she sat and they talked About life, love, family,  work, About  Everything They talked their souls away Late into the night It felt like they were old friends They bonded And when they raised their heads It was midnight And they were alone 'Let's go to your place' she suggested She could not bear to spend a second without him "Oh No! " Yours will be fine They left in the darkness of the night The security man opened the gate 'Welcome Aunty' He said "Thank you" She opened the door to her house and they walked in, He gazed into her eyes Her feet were unsteady She closed her eyes and waited And come did he The taste of his lips was a mixture of orange juice and alcohol and cream It drove her mad Carefully he kissed her And when his hands went to t...
2 comments
Continue reading...

Lagos Na Wa : 5

I write this with my face covered. Please don't laugh at me. Remember Lagos Na Wa Episode 1 where I shared the tale of how I almost was taken to  Seme border?  If you didn't read it, go through my wall. It is some where there. So after the Lagos tour,  my rectum was dilated and ready to spill meaning I was pressed. I wanted to poop. Jesu! The urge was so strong and as soon as the bus entered the Island,  it intensified. I carried my bum bum with the poo ready to drop and sat in the bus. I got to Elegushi  bus stop,  alighted. A man I asked for directions to pointed at ahead of him and said that was the gate of the  Estate I was looking for. I ignored the Okada men at the bus stop and started trekking because I was scared of what the speed and bumps would do. That turned out to be a bad decision. Left,  right,  right and left. No gate insight. I convinced myself that I could do it. God knows I couldn't. My ancestors were just la...
2 comments
Continue reading...

The Error of 'Don't you Know you are a Girl? '

Part 1 Dear Society, When you want to correct a female going wrong, especially a child,  do not remind her that she is a girl. Do not tell her to stop because she is a girl. Tell her to stop and change because her actions are wrong. When she wears a skirt and sits with her legs wide open,  tell her to close them because it is wrong to sit with your undies exposed. When she talks arrogantly,  correct her because it is wrong to speak that way. Don't tell her to be polite because girls should be. Sensible humans are polite. Politeness is not gender specific. When she dresses indecently,  correct the wrongness of the dressing. Don't make it about her gender. Decency doesn't apply to one gender. When she is unable to cook at 18, remind her that it is only reasonable for an adult to be capable of making food for his/her survival. No gender needs the skill more. When she rides her car in a rough manner,  remind her that wrong driving has sent many to their...
Post a Comment
Continue reading...