Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Nobody: 8:20pm On May 13, 2016 |
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Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Worksunlimited: 8:22pm On May 13, 2016 |
Naijasinglegirl: In the 1st week of NYSC camp, I shyed away from participating in my platoon activities so I was always seated in one corner when they had a meeting or rehearsal. There was a guy that was always coming to sit with me. I can’t even remember how we started our first conversation but later, I would nickname him as ‘The fearfully made gigolo’.
He said I’m a ‘Big Girl’ One day, he asked for my phone so he could look through my pictures and I gave him my iPhone4. He said, ‘Hmmm…you are a big girl. I can count the number of people using apple products in this camp.” While he was flipping through my photos, he paused to ask questions on one grey coloured bag I held. Truth is, the bag is designers but I bless the day I found it in the bottom of an okrika bags bail in PH’s Oil Mil market. The seller who didn’t know it’s worth sold ‘the birkini bag‘ for 1K and it’s been one of my top secret to this day. Gigolo asked how much I bought it and I said it was a gift. He said the bag looked really expensive and he liked girls that had quality taste. Aside that, a friend of mine gifted me an original rayban glasses which I wore everywhere in NYSC camp so the gigolo probably thought I had all the qualities of a good prey.
He investigated my pockets Then he started probing at every little opportunity he got. -What does my parents do? -Where are my family? -Am I in a relationship? -Have I travelled out before? -Where am I spending the next Christmas?
I said Calabar. I wanted to see the carnival. He said he wanted the same too but he didn’t know where to stay. He asked if he could stay wherever I am staying. I told him there are hotels. He said he doesn’t like hotels except I invite him and sponsor his trip to Calabar. OLE!!!
[b] [/b]He ate my money in camp Every time I bought snacks from a hawker whenever he was with me, I always made sure I bought for him cos I am not the type to eat alone. Once, I was having lunch in maami market when the fearfully made gigolo passed by. He said, “Shebi you are eating without me.” I asked him to join me. Honestly, up to this day, even the gods have not forgiven him for what he ordered. He ate as if he just got done with a 21-day fasting. Of course, I was the one that had birkini bag, Rayban glasses, Apple iPhone and apple hair cream so I wouldn’t blame him. If I was not carrying my NYSC camp savings in my waist bag, I would have probably washed plates at Maami market. Guess what he said when I was pulling out money to pay the bills. “I’m so mad at you for not representing our platoon in Miss NYSC. Like you don’t know you are one of the finest girls in this camp.” And the thing with me is, once somebody calls me a fine girl. I start asking stupid questions like, “Are you sure you are okay with food you had?”
He wouldn’t stop eating my money Gigolo would borrow my phone to call for a minute and call for 5 minutes. He would say, “NSG inserts name, do you have 200 naira there?” And N200 debts I never got back kept piling. Then the scales began to fall off my eyes… When I was queuing for my first allowance in camp, gigolo happened to pass by and I stylishly sneaked out from the queue cos I knew my own had finished if he knew my account balance was being topped up. Only God knows what he did with his own money. Even after I got the money, I went to give myself a treat at the sharwarma and chicken stall a day after when I saw the gigolo passing by. I quickly ran and hid behind the stall, rebuking and speaking in tongues.
After NYSC Camp As God would have it, gigolo was posted inside a forest, far from civilisation while I was taken to the state capital, meaning, NYSC helped me get rid of him! As the devil would have it, I ran into gigolo 5 months after at the state secretariat, looking starved as if he had just been released from Panti Prison. Gigolo said he missed me.
Then he said he had a CIM seminar the next day and there was nowhere for him to stay the night. When I could no longer stand the nagging, I said “Gigolo (inserts gigolo’s name) my house is open.” I gave him an address and he promised to come by at 7PM. Once I got home, I took my pot of chicken I had been saving for Sunday stew and hid it in my neighbour house. I took down everything that made it appear like I lived flamboyantly and hung my machete I kept for security purposes on the wall. When I was satisfied with the primitive look of my house, I sat outside and waited for him.
The first thing gigolo mentioned when he got into my self contained apartment was hunger. He even had the guts to start opening my pots. Thank God all of them were empty and the look of disappointment on his face gave me multiple orgasms. I excused him to buy indomie at the next streets. He offered to follow me. The seller said no indomie so I bought 3 packets of chikki noodles. He said, “Is that all you are getting?” I said, “Yes!!!” He said, “So no eggs, sardine or drink?”
“I said, “No money. This is all I can afford”
As we strolled home, he took off his phone headset and Celine Dion’s “My heart will go on” was playing loudly on his phone. Who does that mehnnn?? I told him to please use his headset before someone sees us and think we are dating!
He wanted to eat my body Later, both of us were sitting on my mattress and watching my bad stove struggle to cook 3 packets of chikki. The wick of my stove was bad, burning like a candle and for chikki noddles water to boil was wahala. Even camel pomo does not take that long to cook. The hungry gigolo and his intestines were just twisting and turning at me. I had to drain the water, mixed the spices and serve him the soaked soggy noddles. I avoided eye contact with him while he ate cos I felt kinda bad. But he didn’t complain cos he thought he had a bigger dish to eat that night. So gigolo finished bathing, wore danshiki, sprayed perfume and laid on the mattress. Me, I went to the bathroom after him but emerged in the sort of heavy clothing they wear at Castle Black in Game of Thrones. Gigolo was disappointed, I think. When I laid down, Gigolo was staring at me seductively. Since it was only ‘staring’, I kept my composure. He now started biting his lips in an awkward way thinking it was romantic. I started getting very angry cos he was looking more and more ugly as he did that. Then he suddenly drew closer and stroke my chin with his palm. I could not stomach it anymore! I gave him a piece of mind and while I did, I never took my eyes off my machete on the wall. He called me a freak and went to bed quietly. The following morning, he was frowning and wouldn’t even respond to my good morning. I knew that was the end of us but I didn’t delete his number. I just renamed it to ‘The fearfully made gigolo’
http://www.naijasinglegirl.com/experience-fearfully-made-gigolo/ Summary please..? |
Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Nobody: 8:25pm On May 13, 2016 |
skarlett:
Happy looking, I'm a one-man girl so me im now what? i heard hez getting married, is it true? |
Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Nobody: 8:28pm On May 13, 2016 |
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Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by tammie24: 8:30pm On May 13, 2016 |
My dear you are such a good writer Been laughing my fu*kin ass off |
Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Nobody: 8:30pm On May 13, 2016 |
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Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by RobinHez(m): 8:31pm On May 13, 2016 |
colossus2:
Maltina and NFCS cares
Barnacle, checkout the bolded ^^ |
Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Nobody: 8:33pm On May 13, 2016 |
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Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Nobody: 8:34pm On May 13, 2016 |
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Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Fourwinds: 8:36pm On May 13, 2016 |
JeffreyJamez: Guys like that exist?! yes oooo.. I see them as very stu..pid guys |
Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by barnacle: 8:37pm On May 13, 2016 |
RobinHez:
Barnacle, checkout the bolded ^^ lol...who cares ??
and we just talked about it today |
Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Nobody: 8:38pm On May 13, 2016 |
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Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by sholay2011(m): 8:39pm On May 13, 2016 |
This is a masterpiece!! "Apple hair cream" "Kept your pot of chicken with your neighbour..." |
Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Nobody: 8:41pm On May 13, 2016 |
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Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by harmless(m): 8:41pm On May 13, 2016 |
You write very well...story was very captivating, kept me reading for more. Consider publishing a book? k Naijasinglegirl: In the 1st week of NYSC camp, I shyed away from participating in my platoon activities so I was always seated in one corner when they had a meeting or rehearsal. There was a guy that was always coming to sit with me. I can’t even remember how we started our first conversation but later, I would nickname him as ‘The fearfully made gigolo’.
He said I’m a ‘Big Girl’ One day, he asked for my phone so he could look through my pictures and I gave him my iPhone4. He said, ‘Hmmm…you are a big girl. I can count the number of people using apple products in this camp.” While he was flipping through my photos, he paused to ask questions on one grey coloured bag I held. Truth is, the bag is designers but I bless the day I found it in the bottom of an okrika bags bail in PH’s Oil Mil market. The seller who didn’t know it’s worth sold ‘the birkini bag‘ for 1K and it’s been one of my top secret to this day. Gigolo asked how much I bought it and I said it was a gift. He said the bag looked really expensive and he liked girls that had quality taste. Aside that, a friend of mine gifted me an original rayban glasses which I wore everywhere in NYSC camp so the gigolo probably thought I had all the qualities of a good prey.
He investigated my pockets Then he started probing at every little opportunity he got. -What does my parents do? -Where are my family? -Am I in a relationship? -Have I travelled out before? -Where am I spending the next Christmas?
I said Calabar. I wanted to see the carnival. He said he wanted the same too but he didn’t know where to stay. He asked if he could stay wherever I am staying. I told him there are hotels. He said he doesn’t like hotels except I invite him and sponsor his trip to Calabar. OLE!!!
[b] [/b]He ate my money in camp Every time I bought snacks from a hawker whenever he was with me, I always made sure I bought for him cos I am not the type to eat alone. Once, I was having lunch in maami market when the fearfully made gigolo passed by. He said, “Shebi you are eating without me.” I asked him to join me. Honestly, up to this day, even the gods have not forgiven him for what he ordered. He ate as if he just got done with a 21-day fasting. Of course, I was the one that had birkini bag, Rayban glasses, Apple iPhone and apple hair cream so I wouldn’t blame him. If I was not carrying my NYSC camp savings in my waist bag, I would have probably washed plates at Maami market. Guess what he said when I was pulling out money to pay the bills. “I’m so mad at you for not representing our platoon in Miss NYSC. Like you don’t know you are one of the finest girls in this camp.” And the thing with me is, once somebody calls me a fine girl. I start asking stupid questions like, “Are you sure you are okay with food you had?”
He wouldn’t stop eating my money Gigolo would borrow my phone to call for a minute and call for 5 minutes. He would say, “NSG inserts name, do you have 200 naira there?” And N200 debts I never got back kept piling. Then the scales began to fall off my eyes… When I was queuing for my first allowance in camp, gigolo happened to pass by and I stylishly sneaked out from the queue cos I knew my own had finished if he knew my account balance was being topped up. Only God knows what he did with his own money. Even after I got the money, I went to give myself a treat at the sharwarma and chicken stall a day after when I saw the gigolo passing by. I quickly ran and hid behind the stall, rebuking and speaking in tongues.
After NYSC Camp As God would have it, gigolo was posted inside a forest, far from civilisation while I was taken to the state capital, meaning, NYSC helped me get rid of him! As the devil would have it, I ran into gigolo 5 months after at the state secretariat, looking starved as if he had just been released from Panti Prison. Gigolo said he missed me.
Then he said he had a CIM seminar the next day and there was nowhere for him to stay the night. When I could no longer stand the nagging, I said “Gigolo (inserts gigolo’s name) my house is open.” I gave him an address and he promised to come by at 7PM. Once I got home, I took my pot of chicken I had been saving for Sunday stew and hid it in my neighbour house. I took down everything that made it appear like I lived flamboyantly and hung my machete I kept for security purposes on the wall. When I was satisfied with the primitive look of my house, I sat outside and waited for him.
The first thing gigolo mentioned when he got into my self contained apartment was hunger. He even had the guts to start opening my pots. Thank God all of them were empty and the look of disappointment on his face gave me multiple orgasms. I excused him to buy indomie at the next streets. He offered to follow me. The seller said no indomie so I bought 3 packets of chikki noodles. He said, “Is that all you are getting?” I said, “Yes!!!” He said, “So no eggs, sardine or drink?”
“I said, “No money. This is all I can afford”
As we strolled home, he took off his phone headset and Celine Dion’s “My heart will go on” was playing loudly on his phone. Who does that mehnnn?? I told him to please use his headset before someone sees us and think we are dating!
He wanted to eat my body Later, both of us were sitting on my mattress and watching my bad stove struggle to cook 3 packets of chikki. The wick of my stove was bad, burning like a candle and for chikki noddles water to boil was wahala. Even camel pomo does not take that long to cook. The hungry gigolo and his intestines were just twisting and turning at me. I had to drain the water, mixed the spices and serve him the soaked soggy noddles. I avoided eye contact with him while he ate cos I felt kinda bad. But he didn’t complain cos he thought he had a bigger dish to eat that night. So gigolo finished bathing, wore danshiki, sprayed perfume and laid on the mattress. Me, I went to the bathroom after him but emerged in the sort of heavy clothing they wear at Castle Black in Game of Thrones. Gigolo was disappointed, I think. When I laid down, Gigolo was staring at me seductively. Since it was only ‘staring’, I kept my composure. He now started biting his lips in an awkward way thinking it was romantic. I started getting very angry cos he was looking more and more ugly as he did that. Then he suddenly drew closer and stroke my chin with his palm. I could not stomach it anymore! I gave him a piece of mind and while I did, I never took my eyes off my machete on the wall. He called me a freak and went to bed quietly. The following morning, he was frowning and wouldn’t even respond to my good morning. I knew that was the end of us but I didn’t delete his number. I just renamed it to ‘The fearfully made gigolo’
http://www.naijasinglegirl.com/experience-fearfully-made-gigolo/ |
Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Mediapace: 8:41pm On May 13, 2016 |
My oga Stfareyougod now juhan: who? |
Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Nobody: 8:42pm On May 13, 2016 |
juhan: lol i hope you meet him someday Lol! I hope so too |
Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Nobody: 8:44pm On May 13, 2016 |
Mediapace: My oga Stfareyougod now hez too old naw |
Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Mediapace: 8:45pm On May 13, 2016 |
So your point is :
you like it when your husby is older than you
juhan: hez too old naw |
Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Nobody: 8:48pm On May 13, 2016 |
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Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Nobody: 8:48pm On May 13, 2016 |
Mediapace: So your point is :
you like it when your husby is older than you
b4 nko shouldnt he be the older one? |
Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Nobody: 8:52pm On May 13, 2016 |
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Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Mediapace: 8:53pm On May 13, 2016 |
Mistake i meant when you are older than him juhan: b4 nko shouldnt he be the older one? |
Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Nobody: 8:55pm On May 13, 2016 |
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Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Nobody: 8:55pm On May 13, 2016 |
Mediapace: Mistake i meant when you are older than him no i dont like this |
Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Naijasinglegirl: 8:57pm On May 13, 2016 |
harmless: You write very well...story was very captivating, kept me reading for more. Consider publishing a book?
k I have published a book already. Check my blog 1 Like 2 Shares |
Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Nobody: 8:57pm On May 13, 2016 |
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Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by olumyde5(m): 8:58pm On May 13, 2016 |
At first I thought this happened for real. Nice story line |
Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by RobinHez(m): 8:59pm On May 13, 2016 |
barnacle: lol...who cares??
and we just talked about it today
I know right?! ...coincidence! |
Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Mediapace: 8:59pm On May 13, 2016 |
Ehn ehn why are you saying he is too Old?
juhan: no i dont like this |
Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Nobody: 9:02pm On May 13, 2016 |
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Re: My Experience With A 'fearfully Made' Gigolo by Nobody: 9:05pm On May 13, 2016 |
Mediapace: Ehn ehn why are you saying he is too Old?
cuz he is naw. Besides im looking for a very innocent persin. |