'One day, the bush meat will catch the hunter ' In the words of our elders. That
was exactly what happened to me in far away Lekki axis of LAGOS state.
I have always considered myself a social media enthusiast with a very wide
presence on most social networks. Though as a blogger, it's quite paramount you
know about the old and evolving social platforms, especially the ones that you
could get back links from to boost your traffic.


But as for me I not only look for traffic, I also go fishing on these networks. You
know what I mean. LinkedIn is I think supposed to be for executives, I can still at
least count up to 3 ladies have met through this network. I know badoo, OK Cupid,
Mingle. Very active on WeChat, bbm, palm chat, twitter self.


I live basically on the internet and this has affected my physical interaction with
ladies. I close off deals online and then meet up later on. Am very much active on
some social platforms, I even upgrade to Premium just to meet with the best they
have to offer.
It happened that I am well known across some platforms, some ladies would just
notice seeing me else where on another social network and would be like. This guy
is just everywhere.


I met Dara, on WeChat and we began to get close. She was a student of UNILAG,
studying Architecture and also a writer. So presenting myself as a blogger got us
so close and we would always share ideas. Ideas sharing later graduated to
emotions sharing. She would tell me about her not-so-caring boyfriend. And since I
was always listening, she considered me her virtual boyfriend. I never for once
condemn the guy though, buy I always wished she would just make up her mind
on him and turned to me.


This girl is what even Shekau would see and would surrender his weapons and
asked the Government to give him amnesty. She was just like Beyonce, tall and
graceful. And you know now, as I ain't so blessed by God with height, I have
always taken that as my measure of a perfect woman.
Wouldn't want a situation whereby my kids would come and start blaming me for
their predicament of being short. So I would rather not go for a short lady at all. In
fact, have lost a lot of pretty ladies as a result of them not meeting up with this
funny criteria of mine.


When Dara was making up her mind to ditch her boyfriend for me was when one
of her friends I was actually hitting on on another network came across my profile
on her phone and you know girls now. They began to dissect my matters and I
guessed that was where the idea came to give me the pranking of my life.
We scheduled to meet at a spot at Lekki on a Saturday. And as a bad sharp
mainland boy, I had gone to to Computer Village in the course of the week to get
some wears just to present myself in a very good manner. Got an Armani Combat
Jeans, a Levi's sleeveless jacket and a red Suppra.


We had agreed to meet by 12 ,so i left the Mainland around 10 just to meet up
with time. I was donning my Maddest Hommie by Beckham Perfume I borrowed
from Tade. That perf was so strong, you would think the wearer had earlier
dropped into Shit and so using that to cover up. I happened to be so sweaty, and
have this oily face, so I just took some little scoop of talcum powder in a paper
and rolled it up, then tucked that in my wallet.


I was at this eatery, when she called that she was on her way. I got so delighted.
Went straight to the restroom, cleaned up and applied the powder to look fresher.
Hmmmmm. Came out and ordered Fried Rice and chicken. This girl must meet me
so fly. I forced myself to use the fork and knife, but when it was of a serious
issue, I dropped the thing and was on the lookout for this girl. But wait, I had just
5k on me and my meal had already taken 2k. I just prayed she would not order for
full chicken.


I waited for the next 30 minutes for Dara and she hadn't shown up. I dialled her
number and she was like she was making up, that she wanted to look good for
me. The eatery was around Lekki tollgate . 30 minutes again, she had not shown
up. I called to confirm what was going on when she said her dad just came in and
wanted her and her sister to get him something to eat. She asked me to give
another 1hour and that she would try to rush things up.


Later on, she called that she had been sent to get her dad his drugs around a
pharmacy at Igbo Efon. That if I could make it down there, it's just some few
minutes drive. I was getting furious, but the thought of seeing this girl physically
would melt, even the worst dictator's heart. I then decided to take a bike and dash
off to the place. It was then I realised it wasn't a short distance like that.


She called later that she was with the driver that I should come into one estate by
the left side of the round about and go down the street. That she was with a friend
and I could meet them all there. I tried to check the remnants of my powder and
saw that it was still okay to light up my face. The fragrance of the perfume was
already fading as I had sweat profusely and I was even developing headache at
that moment.


I got to where she described and she asked me to knock on the gate of that
house. I did and no one answered for like 5 minutes. She then called that she was
coming, she already heard me knocking. I immediately brought out my hanky to
clean up the sweat on my face. I had used the powder at one corner before I got
there. Got myself composed. Covered my mouth with my hand and breathe out to
feel air. It was not bad anyway.


It was when the gate opened and a pretty lady, very much different from Dara,
came out that I began to sense that I had been PRANKED. It had not totally
dawned on me anyway as I thought maybe she sent someone. The lady asked me
who I was and I told her I was there to see Dara.
'Da what? ' she replied. ' Everyone that stays here is Ibo, and no one bears that
name here'


I took my phone to call, when a message came in. Then it dawned on me that the
hunter just got hunted.
The message read ' Hello there, am Dammy, and have just been PRANKED on the
MUMU SATURDAY SHOW'

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Hahaha...very [size=33pt]boring[/size]

Hahahahaha... Kpekus hunter

lol... Prank of life

The Epistle of paul to d romans

Lolzzzzz hmmmm easy!

Cutehector:
The Epistle of paul to d romans

Funny.

iceberylin:


Hahaha...very [size=33pt]boring[/size]

write your own, bad belke

jobless guy looking for kpekus to yansh

Moral of the story?






Cheeeeers

This joke is DOA.

damiloladuke:
write your own, bad belke

No be bad belle,try up your game cus this ish gat a burnt gasket.

tuffgongjo:
No be bad belle,try up your game cus this ish gat a burnt gasket.

that still doesn't stop you from writing yours, maybe I learn from you.... okay.

damiloladuke:
that still doesn't stop you from writing yours, maybe I learn from you.... okay.

You sound like one of 'em guys who don't like any sort of Criticism,mind you not all will kiss your a$$.