I once took a girl to an art gallery in Abuja, and was left to rue my luck the whole night. Who send me message? That was three years ago though. She tried to tell me she wasn’t into all that art stuff. That she felt a little frightened by paintings. I said you ain’t seen art like the one we’re going to see.
Kai, the more painful part was that she used her own mouth to say “Come oh, this boy, when are you taking me out for dinner sef?” That kain thing! You know, with a teasing, affectionate tone. You needed to have seen the mouth wey ask me this thing. Ol’ girl was mad pretty, with a perfect rotundity of hip and breast that made the knees quake. Because na she don dey post me since, you can imagine my delight when the request eventually came.
Joyed that the gods of my ancestors were well and truly in my favour for the nwa to give me a chance, I had no idea witches and wizards that pervaded the Naija atmosphere won’t let me be great.
Instead to just find better place carry the asa go chop dinner plus everything else in between, I come go dey do over-skill. The same over-skill wey kill monkey. I suggested we spent an hour at the art exhibition and then head out to dinner. Biggest mistake!
At the art gallery that evening, she wasn’t impressed. Didn’t even try to hide it. Said it had spoilt her mood. Said she just felt like going home, and dinner can wait for next time. Mood kwa? Which one be mood again biko nu, if it’s mood, let’s go to Amigo Supermarket so we can price it nau.
Ngwanu, I’m sorry that I brought you here. As it is now, I continued, you know I cannot make you un-come to a place you’ve already come to. If I could, I would take it back. Whosai! The nwa was adamant.
As the car drove her back home, I paused, and sauntered into critical meditation. O’boy na you fuck uuuuppp. Why you no just carry the chic go where she ask you; you wan come dey form urbane. See as dinner wey sure for you just dance awantilo enter voicemail.
Mitterand
Kai, the more painful part was that she used her own mouth to say “Come oh, this boy, when are you taking me out for dinner sef?” That kain thing! You know, with a teasing, affectionate tone. You needed to have seen the mouth wey ask me this thing. Ol’ girl was mad pretty, with a perfect rotundity of hip and breast that made the knees quake. Because na she don dey post me since, you can imagine my delight when the request eventually came.
Joyed that the gods of my ancestors were well and truly in my favour for the nwa to give me a chance, I had no idea witches and wizards that pervaded the Naija atmosphere won’t let me be great.
Instead to just find better place carry the asa go chop dinner plus everything else in between, I come go dey do over-skill. The same over-skill wey kill monkey. I suggested we spent an hour at the art exhibition and then head out to dinner. Biggest mistake!
At the art gallery that evening, she wasn’t impressed. Didn’t even try to hide it. Said it had spoilt her mood. Said she just felt like going home, and dinner can wait for next time. Mood kwa? Which one be mood again biko nu, if it’s mood, let’s go to Amigo Supermarket so we can price it nau.
Ngwanu, I’m sorry that I brought you here. As it is now, I continued, you know I cannot make you un-come to a place you’ve already come to. If I could, I would take it back. Whosai! The nwa was adamant.
As the car drove her back home, I paused, and sauntered into critical meditation. O’boy na you fuck uuuuppp. Why you no just carry the chic go where she ask you; you wan come dey form urbane. See as dinner wey sure for you just dance awantilo enter voicemail.
Mitterand
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