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a little exaggeration was in order.

hope you enjoyed the last. this is the concluding part of the amazin date!

We strodeinto the place. I was feeling slightly awkward. I was still obsessed with hersize somewhat. I tried to make light conversation. That didn't work out toowell. It was almost as if she had bumped into me cos she kept looking around asthough she were searching for somebody else. I joined her in looking around. Bythe time we had seen everything there was to see, I calmly suggested we get something to drink.

We wentupstairs to an eatery I had spied earlier on and she requested for ice-cream. Shedid this while complaining about her weight. I thought that was strange.Personally, I don't take stuff like thatso I paid a hefty 500bucks for one flimsy cup of ice-cream that looked like itcontained more raw sugar than cream. Of course they gave the thing an exotic name.Something with a v.

We took aseat and made small talk while she ate the thing. I mentally counted how manyspoonfuls were in that cup to warrant my 500 bucks. I didn't get up to fifteen.Let me give you an idea of how it went

"This thingis too sugary", she remarked whiletalking a mouthful.

I acted asthough this were some incredible bit of info

"Really? Whatare ice-creams turning to these days?"

I took agood look at her while saying these. She had fat arms. They looked likedbranches from a water bed, she being the waterbed, of course.

"I think amtoo fat"

"I swear, Idon't think so"

"Really. Iwant to slim down, so am watching what I eat"

If watchingwhat she ate meant she could inhale this ice-cream with no restraints I wonderedwhat she ate before, live pigs and a jug of groundnut oil?

"You arenot that fat, just rubbery". I said thelatter under my breath.

"wot?!" shehad heard. Crap. shud ave realised fat made for more efficient inner ear vibration.Had to think fast

"I said, you are just slightly chubby"

"Oh.so wotare you doing now?"

"ampreparing to graduate"

"So you area graduate!"

I shook myhead mentally and nodded visibly.

just then, two dudes from school passed by.damn! I saidhello. they replied and looked with curiosity at the girl. maybe they actuallythought I was crazy to be talking to the chair. I couldn't blame them, the chair was fat. i hoped nobody I knew wouldsee me here.

she had been on shades all along, so I made a request to see her eyes. she began removing them. I am quite happy to say that she had the most beautiful eyes I had yet seen. you know those cat-eye thing tha twas familiar to the Egyptians, she had them naturally. I was impressed, this might actually work.

the rest ofthe conversation breezed. beneath all that layer of solid oil was a wonderfulgirl, I 'd prob like to know her better.

"am done", shesaid, putting down the cup on thetable.i glanced at it.

it wa sstill half full.

270 naira.

plus theprice of the cup.

This girlis a robber.

i resistedthe urge to climb over the tacle and strangle her while screaming, "do you know what I went through to borrowthat money you just burnt!.do you?. you shall pay for this with your life, you whale-sized piece of female humanity(had aconvo today with sewa. she said she didn't like the B word. please fit it in atyour convenience)"

a sense ofcivilisation prevented me. I smiled while my brain boiled.

"Ok, Then.You didn't finish your ice-cream".

"it's toosugary", she replied. I smiled, theangel of perfect understanding.there was prob a halo around my head. the devilwould have been proud.

I slid outof the couch and stood up while I guided her out of hers. didn't want to takeany chances. she might fall and spill. didn't have money or type to takesomeone to the clinic downstairs. it prob cost an arm and a leg for bandagesalone.

we took a leisurely walk about the complex till we gotto the elevator. I had never been in onebefore and I forthrightly told her so.

she calledme a bush man.

i smiled.strike two.

we got intoit. there was one other occupant. she looked like a hairdresser(those Yorubagirls with a lot of lipstick and a constantly bad hair day). I discovered thatthe whole box was reflective inside.i immediately got vain about my appearancewhile she watched me silently.

Then the elevator began to move. I had forgotten to steel myself for the shock.

With the slight jolt, i felt like I was going to drop one there inside that box. myinside nearly came out through my anus. I lost my balance and was lucky shequickly caught me while singing for all the world to hear that I jus came fromthe village. the hairdresser smiled. I broke out in a slight sweat, embarrassed. strike three.

The doorsslid open and I was more than happy to scramble out. what if I had farted rightthere?, the door would have opened to three unconscious bodies.

As weneared the boutique at the far end of one hall, a dude with a big production-type camera askedme if I cud hold still for an interview that will be aired.

i imaginedmy father watching the evening news and suddenly seeing me on TV when I wassposed to be at school. I imagined the layout of the Bill-of-Disinheritance notificationthat would be delivered to my room at school. I politely declined. after a fewmeters she stopped suddenly

"my leggings are coming loose", she intoned, not in the least bit embarrassed

I hoped shewudnt ask me to help her pull it up in front of all those self-respectingvisitors. she didn't, but she didsomething infinitely more embarrassing

(she was wearinga short gown which ended mid-thigh and a leggings which had this loop thatreached under the soles of her feet on which she had on a gladiator-typesandal. oh plus a massive abortion belt, perhaps to hold all that stomach in)

she reachedunder her clothes and grabbed the top of the leggings, then did the abominable thing of lifting herinto the air and kicking out, sort of like kicking a 1-foot tall child in thehead while holding your waist.

i ease daway from her so that I would not be associated with this creature. a couple ofpple were puzzled at her behaviour. I took on the expression of puzzlement tooso that I didn't appear the escort of this bush girl and thus have the right toact amazed. when she was thru with all that kicking in the centre of the hall, shelooked up at me. I smiled, came over andtook her hand. we continued the leisurely walk.

after a bit, I had to pee, so I excused myself to theurinal. I did the job and shook once for the bulk and once again for theremainder. on my way out I saw that the guy that had just finished before me wasusing one of those dryers to wash his wet hands. I had only seen them in movies. I didn't think Ihad any germs in my pee so I had bener made it a point to wash my hand afterpeeing, but I didn't want to appearuncultured to this fine gentleman, I walkedover to the dryer beside, washed myhands with the tap underneath it andsuddenly realised I didn't know how to turn it on. I figured I looked like astupid German shepherd dog right about then. after two seconds, i gathered upthe courage, it was easy cos he was much older.

"am sorry, how do you turn this on?"

"you don't".that was ll?

"youdon't?", I asked sheepishly

"just putyour hand under it". I did and out came the hot air.

as he wasleaving, i said something to the effect that the type I was used to wasprobably an old model. I didn't want to appear too ignorant you see.

i met upwith my date. she already appeared fatter. I wondered again about theice-cream, you never know.

wecontinued with a lot of date-type conversation, girlfriends and boyfriends and all. she texther cousin that she was with me. the girl replied asking if I was a handsomedude. I saw the text. She replied.dont ask me wot.

The rest ofit went by pretty good, thank God she was an avid conversationalist. That'senough for me.

There wasthe arcade game station where I couldn't resist holding her by her waist coseveryone else was doing same. Actually because I wanted to measure something.that was when I realised I wudnt be able to get a finger under her belt becauseit was so tight(sure hope that didn't come out wrong).

There wasthe Koko lounge reputed to be owned by dbanj. it was really classy amd we werewelcomed by a guy with a wide smile. she wanted alcohol but the place smelledas if there was a cigarette smoking contest on. I couldn't bear it. Plus shetot I was really jokin when I told her Ididn't drink.

a jewellerystore. God! I had never seen somebody with more penchant for window-shopping. Shelooked at everything

Then therewas the computer store, my favourite part, whereI first laid eyes on theapple imac that is my dream system. orgasmic. She keptranting in the background about the blackberry and nokia, but she could havebeen talking to a tree.

Theescalator ride. my first. Hers too. stuff was exhilarating. I had to climb backdownstairs and do it all again. she looked like she had belly trouble duringthe ride. she was scared of the thing but comfortable in elevators. food forthought.

She cudnthave food for thought. she would gobble down.

I met threemore students from school. thankfully we were just acquaintances.

there was alittle cute confectionary, she wantedmeat pie . I wanted a bar of Twix. I paidand waited. the woman didn't give me any change. I slid away. Thieves.

she spied asister of a friend and regaled me with gossip. fortunately we both agreed thatthe girl was butt-ugly .damn! I nearly choked on the twix. there should be Ugly Pageants.

we even tooka picture together. I gave her a copy. She still has it. I lost mine thatevening. hope it would not find its way to a native doctor. Am really not inthe mood to be bewitched.

it was allfun anyway and we were reluctant to call it an evening,

as I bikedaway, I told her I thot she was too fat.

I had threestrikes and a lot of fun.

The spambot on this bloody site made a mess of the last thread(my write-ups) i which i posted this topic. i want it here again in very pristine form for your reading pleasure! enjoy!



Part 1.

it was a sort of blind date, I hadn’t seen the girl in about 8 years, so i’d say it was more of a cataract date. the venue was the popular e-center at yaba. I am goin to skip the awfully embarrassing things that happened before the meeting and skip righ into the juicy parts of the meeting.
i arrived first of course, even though the girl had sworn on her mother’s yet to be dug grave that she was already on her way while I was still dressing up. girls and their sense of timing are a discourse for another day. I had never been to the place and commited the idiocy of asking the bike man who dropped me right in front for the main location of the complex.he looked at me curiosly abd pointed behind me. I turned back and immediately assumed a picture of sheepishness. I thanked him and quietly stode into the place. I placeda call to the girl and nearly went into cardiac arrest when it rang without being picked. I briefly thought about what the girl wud look like, it wasn’t much of a thought cos I cudnt remember a damn thing about her except her eyes. I replaced her mental image with the stuff of fantasy and steeled myself for a minor shock.

the place was big and intimidating. just inside a woman was setting up what would be a chocolate fountain. it was airtight and really nice looking. I spied an escalator to the far end of the first floor and an elevator directly in front of me. now I have never been in any of these things so I calmly looked for the stairs. I feel foolish for using the word look cos the stair were right in front of me while I searched everywhere else.
before climbing an actress strode in and came strgight to me before asking,
“hi. please what is this place for?”

i immediateky took note of my surroundings and began

“it’s a supermarket, chocolate fountain stop, eatery and cinema all in one”

i hoped she would be impressed by the expert i’d become.

she nodded, said a thank you and moved off to explore herself. that was close!.
i climbed up to the second floor and into a world of colourful adverts, perfume shops, unisex salons and all the fancy things people with bulging pockets spend their money on. I put another call to my date.she told me she was there and that I should come outside. drat! I had wanted to have the advantage of watching her walk in so i’d slip out the back door if I didn’t like what I saw. she had played me again. well, there’s always a first time, I thought, after which voice reminded me that it was the second actually(then I fancied the voiced cleared its throat, but it could have been my imagination, right?)
i walked out feeling like very confidently. I was aware she wud be looking at me from wherever she was so I endeavoured to find her ans break the status quo. I began unconsciously looking for slim young girls. I saw a lot of them of course only they were rushing to a point behind me. I saw a girl coming out of a taxi a few yards away and decided she was uche(daz her name). I wanted to go around the chubby figure infront of me so I could get close, but that was not to be.

as I made to move to the side, the figure in front called

“chidera”.

my native name. I looked down at the slightly shorter figure. the first graphic idea I got was of an upright pig with housefly eyes bound with a g-string made of steel. but behold, it was a she!.she looked like she was gonna leak from her clothes unto the pavement. ok, maybe not. on closer inspection I realised she was putting on huge shades. I made a separate connection to the effect that this was my date. I wiped the stunned look off my face and managed a smile. now don’t get me wrong. she was a beautiful girl, really. I just hadn’t expected she would come in a bag. I didn’t know if I should hug her or something. my eyes were drawn to her body. hugging her would make me look like an amateur Sumo wrestler looking for a hold on his opponent, so I made do with a whispered “hi”. lights were goin off in my head. surely this mammoth(ok, maybe not) would eat like a, well, mammoth. or dinosaur. dinosaur’s good.

Sequel coming up

What I like most about me is that I am unpredictable most times, especially to myself. the only thing you are sure or is that my actions will not follow recognised pathways. You have no idea how boring a comprehensive knowledge of your own behaviour is. Chaotic is good. it really makes my life worth living. If not for that aspect of me, I would have very much come out a retard. So many things to write, but this is where I turn off, wait


Right now, am surrounded by neighbours and family, but that has not stopped me from being the loneliest person I know. Sometimes I wish it had all happened differently, the childhoods, the friends, the beliefs, the morals, Sometimes. but I have worked pretty well for myself and I end up being missed most times, that’s why I say I turned out good do not believe there is anything in this whole world that equates being loved or loving, whether in return or in a pure form. when I find the pure kind, the type that another human being with whom who you are ready to spend the rest of your life gives, I know I will be able to say in spite of any circumstance I find myself, whether poor or rich, disabled or not, that I am fulfilled. Being able to bring joy or happiness, a spell of laughter or a string of thought to people around you definitely compensates for any sense of loss you might feel. it has in my case. I am a happy boy, who is at peace with what he doesn’t have and enthusiastic over what he does. Might continue this some other time. There is no end to the story of the human struggle, only pauses which allow for the refreshment of the soul and the preparation for things to come.hmm, quotable quote by me. Nice.


so what do you make of my ramblings?

Am twisting my hair now, thinking of what else to avail you with concerning the intimate but terribly non-important details of my boring life.

I must say without any degree of a boast that I have turned out well as a human being despite all the little oddities that I have endured throughout my life. I did not have a psychological evil bent despite that ruthless beating my mum gave me when I was three and which she still apologises for till tomorrow over the veracity of my “I did not lick the sugar!” , I bear no grudges despite the dictatorial rule of my father, I am not a retard despite the fact that for the larger part of my life, I have had no friends. I am grateful that I am a liberal thinker, a free spirit, I even amaze myself that I even believe(d?) in God despite the obviously superficial attitude my progenitors take toward it sometimes. I am a reasonable fellow with an acute sense of humour. I believe the worse thing that can happen to me along r/ships is getting close to a female who has little or no sense of humour or wit, I mean, how the hell does that happen. wait, I know. my thought processes have helped a great deal in making me a reasonably good writer, but then, that’s your decision.


Ah, my dream woman.


I would like a tall woman, but that is not really necessary, but tall is good. a big detour to having to literally look down on a lot of girls I know,lol. She doesn’t have to be physically beautiful. there is nothing as priceless as a lady with wit. as a guy, any time I come in contact with girls like that, I feel as though I have hit gold. she gotta be God-fearing and all. Sexy too. I have needs too, you know. so bring in all the sexified ones!, wouldn’t like to find myself trapped in the same room (during an earthquake that jammed the lock) with a female that reminds me of a blackboard or a pack of cards. or even in the adjacent room, for that manner. a girl who enjoys light make-up is a big plus in my eyes. too much Mary Kay and you all look like burnished bronze effigies. the girl down the street has almost no makeup on but she looks like a black angel. Real testament to Black Is Beautiful.

I actually have a retard girl-friend, not girlfriend. the only reason we are still friends is because I find it hard to believe that somebody who is a graduate can be so dumb. so full of herself, she actually thinks she is pretty, my friend alonge once described her face as dogshit or something couldn’t agree more, discreetly though. Hanging out with her is a blast because the manner of her conversation is so retarded you gotta love it. Walking with her and a friend saw no improvement to her mien. but one thing she has got going on for her is that bubble of a butt she has behind her. my sex jokes don’t sit well with her but I don’t care, am her only male friend, so its my responsibility to dish them out. she speaks with all known factors in the English language and with a limited vocabulary which is queer because she graduated with 2nd class upper (Hons) in English. this just goes to show the state of the school system at Babcock University. her sense of self important will humble the devil and this is someone no one likes. Enough about her. Something bitter seems to have crawled up my throat in a threatening manner.

, this note intended as a sort of personal memoir/journal all cramme in one document. enjoy,


After Shittu left my house today, I zoomed off on a bike to the filling station to buy some fuel for the generator. Halfway to my destination, I would have sworn the pacific had relocated to the heavens as a downpour began. I was soaked to the skin in seconds. God! my nipples were cold! I thought we had sky and air temperature to give us warning of impending rain. This rain had no forerunner. It just happened. By the time I had reached the filling station, my trousers were soaked and I was shivering, thanks to my extreme lack of body fat. The place was a mess as everyone who had been caught unawares by the rain struggled to the shelter over the fuel pumps. I did too. I just so happened to end up beside a very short woman with very low cut blouse that was slightly wet. I averted my eyes.

what?!

I did, really? it’s not like it was big or anything. if anything I noticed she even had a mole there too and I am not attracted to tan breas, uhm, I think I’ve said too much already.

I bought the fuel and hopped onto the waiting bike. I was very glad I had no access to the car keys. going to the crammed filling station with a car would have been the worst experience yet of the month.

Speaking of experiences, it might interest you to know that in spite of my loud mouthed manner of conversation, I am actually dead to the world. I know little else apart from what I read in the pages of newspapers. never been to the movie, never been to the clubs, never been to the beach on my own, never been on a date (a real one does not warrant writing about), never kissed, hugged sparingly, never had a chronic illness, only been at the point of death once, never spoken to that awfully beautiful girl on the other street that I only see once a year, probably because she has more of a life than I do, never been to a party, never tasted alcohol, never smoked, never done all the “boys will be boys” things, never had a girlfriend, and em, never, well, you know, knocked boots. I have a feeling that last part is goin to change before the end of the month, especially if that other well endowed girl doesn’t stop dancing when I pass her mother’s shop.

hey guys. am here again. hope you enjoy.

This is the first time I can ever remember putting up my laptop and attempting to write something without having a clear objective in mind. perhaps this will go a long way in describing the random thought processes that I am host to.

I had a funny dream today, you know the type of dream that occurs when you are not really asleep and not so much awake.i think it had to do with me fighting off some bad guy called Jesus. yeah, tha t’s funny but don’t forget it is actually a human name too. the guy was buff. I had no idea what the hell my spirit man was doing picking fights with buff men, what if he had broken my arm or something. the funny thing about the whole thing was how it ended after spending a lot of drea-time running and dodging all those fatal looking kicks and blows, I picked up courage enough to go charging at him with a flying kick and found myself awake at just that moment with my legs raised off my bed and kicking the empty air. inspite of my drunken sleep-state, I felt embarrassed. what if my sister had barged in a moment before as she was wont to? I would never hear the end of it.i would dishonourably be conferred with such pseudonyms as Kickster, Kick-starter, Van Damme, Sleeping Kicker, bedorama, Kick Boxer and a host of other retarded-sounding nomenclatures.

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We strodeinto the place. I was feeling slightly awkward. I was still obsessed with hersize somewhat. I tried to make light conversation. That didn't work out toowell. It was almost as if she had bumped into me cos she kept looking around asthough she were searching for somebody else. I joined her in looking around. Bythe time we had seen everything there was to see, I calmly suggested we get something to drink.

We wentupstairs to an eatery I had spied earlier on and she requested for ice-cream. Shedid this while complaining about her weight. I thought that was strange.Personally, I don't take stuff like thatso I paid a hefty 500bucks for one flimsy cup of ice-cream that looked like itcontained more raw sugar than cream. Of course they gave the thing an exotic name.Something with a v.

We took aseat and made small talk while she ate the thing. I mentally counted how manyspoonfuls were in that cup to warrant my 500 bucks. I didn't get up to fifteen.Let me give you an idea of how it went

"This thingis too sugary", she remarked whiletalking a mouthful.

I acted asthough this were some incredible bit of info

"Really? Whatare ice-creams turning to these days?"

I took agood look at her while saying these. She had fat arms. They looked likedbranches from a water bed, she being the waterbed, of course.

"I think amtoo fat"

"I swear, Idon't think so"

"Really. Iwant to slim down, so am watching what I eat"

If watchingwhat she ate meant she could inhale this ice-cream with no restraints I wonderedwhat she ate before, live pigs and a jug of groundnut oil?

"You arenot that fat, just rubbery". I said thelatter under my breath.

"wot?!" shehad heard. Crap. shud ave realised fat made for more efficient inner ear vibration.Had to think fast

"I said, you are just slightly chubby"

"Oh.so wotare you doing now?"

"ampreparing to graduate"

"So you area graduate!"

I shook myhead mentally and nodded visibly.

just then, two dudes from school passed by.damn! I saidhello. they replied and looked with curiosity at the girl. maybe they actuallythought I was crazy to be talking to the chair. I couldn't blame them, the chair was fat. i hoped nobody I knew wouldsee me here.

she had been on shades all along, so I made a request to see her eyes. she began removing them. I am quite happy to say that she had the most beautiful eyes I had yet seen. you know those cat-eye thing tha twas familiar to the Egyptians, she had them naturally. I was impressed, this might actually work.

the rest ofthe conversation breezed. beneath all that layer of solid oil was a wonderfulgirl, I 'd prob like to know her better.

"am done", shesaid, putting down the cup on thetable.i glanced at it.

it wa sstill half full.

270 naira.

plus theprice of the cup.

This girlis a robber.

i resistedthe urge to climb over the tacle and strangle her while screaming, "do you know what I went through to borrowthat money you just burnt!.do you?. you shall pay for this with your life, you whale-sized piece of female humanity(had aconvo today with sewa. she said she didn't like the B word. please fit it in atyour convenience)"

a sense ofcivilisation prevented me. I smiled while my brain boiled.

"Ok, Then.You didn't finish your ice-cream".

"it's toosugary", she replied. I smiled, theangel of perfect understanding.there was prob a halo around my head. the devilwould have been proud.

I slid outof the couch and stood up while I guided her out of hers. didn't want to takeany chances. she might fall and spill. didn't have money or type to takesomeone to the clinic downstairs. it prob cost an arm and a leg for bandagesalone.

we took a leisurely walk about the complex till we gotto the elevator. I had never been in onebefore and I forthrightly told her so.

she calledme a bush man.

i smiled.strike two.

we got intoit. there was one other occupant. she looked like a hairdresser(those Yorubagirls with a lot of lipstick and a constantly bad hair day). I discovered thatthe whole box was reflective inside.i immediately got vain about my appearancewhile she watched me silently.

Then the elevator began to move. I had forgotten to steel myself for the shock.

With the slight jolt, i felt like I was going to drop one there inside that box. myinside nearly came out through my anus. I lost my balance and was lucky shequickly caught me while singing for all the world to hear that I jus came fromthe village. the hairdresser smiled. I broke out in a slight sweat, embarrassed. strike three.

The doorsslid open and I was more than happy to scramble out. what if I had farted rightthere?, the door would have opened to three unconscious bodies.

As weneared the boutique at the far end of one hall, a dude with a big production-type camera askedme if I cud hold still for an interview that will be aired.

i imaginedmy father watching the evening news and suddenly seeing me on TV when I wassposed to be at school. I imagined the layout of the Bill-of-Disinheritance notificationthat would be delivered to my room at school. I politely declined. after a fewmeters she stopped suddenly

"my leggings are coming loose", she intoned, not in the least bit embarrassed

I hoped shewudnt ask me to help her pull it up in front of all those self-respectingvisitors. she didn't, but she didsomething infinitely more embarrassing

(she was wearinga short gown which ended mid-thigh and a leggings which had this loop thatreached under the soles of her feet on which she had on a gladiator-typesandal. oh plus a massive abortion belt, perhaps to hold all that stomach in)

she reached under her clothes and grabbed the top of the leggings, then did the abominable thing of lifting herinto the air and kicking out, sort of like kicking a 1-foot tall child in thehead while holding your waist.

i ease daway from her so that I would not be associated with this creature. a couple ofpple were puzzled at her behaviour. I took on the expression of puzzlement too so that I didn't appear the escort of this bush girl and thus have the right to act amazed. when she was thru with all that kicking in the centre of the hall, shelooked up at me. I smiled, came over andtook her hand. we continued the leisurely walk.

after a bit, I had to pee, so I excused myself to theurinal. I did the job and shook once for the bulk and once again for theremainder. on my way out I saw that the guy that had just finished before me wasusing one of those dryers to wash his wet hands. I had only seen them in movies. I didn't think Ihad any germs in my pee so I had bener made it a point to wash my hand afterpeeing, but I didn't want to appearuncultured to this fine gentleman, I walkedover to the dryer beside, washed myhands with the tap underneath it andsuddenly realised I didn't know how to turn it on. I figured I looked like astupid German shepherd dog right about then. after two seconds, i gathered upthe courage, it was easy cos he was much older.

"am sorry, how do you turn this on?"

"you don't".that was ll?

"youdon't?", I asked sheepishly

"just putyour hand under it". I did and out came the hot air.

as he wasleaving, i said something to the effect that the type I was used to wasprobably an old model. I didn't want to appear too ignorant you see.

i met upwith my date. she already appeared fatter. I wondered again about theice-cream, you never know.

we continued with a lot of date-type conversation, girlfriends and boyfriends and all. she texther cousin that she was with me. the girl replied asking if I was a handsomedude. I saw the text. She replied.dont ask me wot.

The rest ofit went by pretty good, thank God she was an avid conversationalist. That'senough for me.

There wasthe arcade game station where I couldn't resist holding her by her waist coseveryone else was doing same. Actually because I wanted to measure something.that was when I realised I wudnt be able to get a finger under her belt becauseit was so tight(sure hope that didn't come out wrong).

There wasthe Koko lounge reputed to be owned by dbanj. it was really classy amd we werewelcomed by a guy with a wide smile. she wanted alcohol but the place smelledas if there was a cigarette smoking contest on. I couldn't bear it. Plus shetot I was really jokin when I told her Ididn't drink.

a jewellerystore. God! I had never seen somebody with more penchant for window-shopping. Shelooked at everything

Then therewas the computer store, my favourite part, whereI first laid eyes on theapple imac that is my dream system. orgasmic. She keptranting in the background about the blackberry and nokia, but she could havebeen talking to a tree.

Theescalator ride. my first. Hers too. stuff was exhilarating. I had to climb backdownstairs and do it all again. she looked like she had belly trouble duringthe ride. she was scared of the thing but comfortable in elevators. food forthought.

She cudnthave food for thought. she would gobble down.

I met three more students from school. thankfully we were just acquaintances.

there was alittle cute confectionary, she wantedmeat pie . I wanted a bar of Twix. I paidand waited. the woman didn't give me any change. I slid away. Thieves.

she spied asister of a friend and regaled me with gossip. fortunately we both agreed thatthe girl was butt-ugly .damn! I nearly choked on the twix. there should be Ugly Pageants.

we even tooka picture together. I gave her a copy. She still has it. I lost mine thatevening. hope it would not find its way to a native doctor. Am really not inthe mood to be bewitched.

it was allfun anyway and we were reluctant to call it an evening,