Uniquejames:
next update in 2months time na abi Op?

lol. ..sorry about that bro, to err is human.

To the double, triple, quadruplets daters, polygamous entities and serial lovers. I hailed thee. I swear its easier juggling balls while sneezing at the same time, walahi e no easy. At least, the saving grace was all thanks to the fact that Karen was in law school that year, still both girls were a handful cos they both have different personalities coupled with my experience dating them that I’m going to disclose right about now.

Helen, like I had said earlier was the cutest little thing, caring and loving. The kind of virtue responsible men sees in a woman that makes them call her wife material.. Oh well shame I wasn’t responsible. She was soft spoken and can also be aggressive when she wants to be, and I could fairly count the few time we had disagreements cos we barely disagree, if she was at fault she would quickly apologize and if it was mine, well she would still apologize enough for me to feel guilty and apologize. Hope I didn’t confuse you’all.

Well Karen, she’s spitfire… if we had a disagreement and I was unfortunate enough to be the one at fault, she made me pay dearly.. And if she’s at fault… well she made me pay all the same for making her at fault. Lets just say I finally met my match. None of the skills acquired over the years came to my aid this time, it was like she was another new breed of woman that I have not met before. Pushpulling didn’t work, except if I want to get pushed in front of a moving trailer if I dared to try it on her. Nymphing… too late for that. Silent treatment, alpha male, nothing worked. I only got to hold a little lead thread in our relationship the first time we had sex, she mellowed down for a week but that caused more problems than it solved cos after that I once threatened to walk away after a heated argument on the suspense of cheating, she threatened to cut my stones, cook and feed them to me. Yes I don enter this one, I don enter.

Don’t get me wrong cos I’m not painting her up as a medusa, I was just showing her downs, she has her ups as well cos she can be sweet as well. She was kinda more romantic than Helen, driving you nuts one moment then melting your brain the next.
Her other room game was fire, unlike Helen who makes me do all the work, turning me into a full time instructor… oyaa turn like this, no not like that, here lemme show you ( shows position) yes use you elbow to.. Noo don’t arggghr nevermind, let’s kuku go for missionary, no I’m not mad, lets just get this over with. Karen On the other hand was adventurous and sometimes took it to the extreme.

Once she watched some blue movie and promised to practice it with me on a special day. A man with common sense would ask to watch the movie for his own safety…no o cos my brain switched off immediately when I saw her make online orders for a couple of sexy lingerie’s and slutty customs I didn’t bother to look up the rest of her shopping cart, greatest mistake of my life.

One weekend, I decided to pay her a visit at her place. I had almost gone empty handed as usual, what do you buy for a girl who got everything was my thinking every time I had to go see her. But that day as fate would have it, I branched over at a sharwama place and bought one, for myself, to eat when I get to her place cos I was famished.

“Omg bioye, you got me something that’s sweet.” She said snatching the package from my hand. “Sharwama.” She squealed with glee. “how did you know I was starving and you had to bring my favorite snack at that awww.”

“yeah err... Anything for you.. Yunno how it goes".
I chuckled nervously to cover my own protesting stomach as i shrugged my shoulders and wisely played along.

She literally inhaled the food as if ravenous, licking the cream off her dainty fingers before she noticed me gaping at her. She apologized for not inviting me to join her. “to eat the wrapper?” I silently mused as I told her not to worry. We got talking after she finished sating her hunger, I don’t know if it was the sharwama that got her tongue spilling or the fact that I got it for her in her hour of need cos she started making intimate talks.

“Many guys feel intimidated by my personality, how I’m I supposed to change who I am, you understand right?”

“Of course yeah” I agreed even though I had no idea what she meant or was going to.

“I admit I wasn’t helping either cos my attitude pushed a lot of them away, I guess I demanded a lot from them, some even judged me before they know me, one look at me and they think I’m taken. I swear the hot girls have their problems too.”

“Sure sure, I absently agreed wondering why she’s serving me all this revelations and epistle.
She stared at me so hard after this I nervously felt self conscious as I asked her what was wrong.

“The first time you approach me, your boldness caught my attention, here’s a guy who don’t respect personal space, don’t get me wrong cos that made you different from others and I felt something right there. Bioye are you okay?”

“Yeah yeah I’m fine, please continue.” I murmured,
she must have noticed the way my mouth was gaping in amazement.

“I like you Bioye, and I want you. I hope you feel the same but if you’re in a relationship I understand. I don’t like meddling cos I don’t like sharing either. You don’t have a girlfriend right?”

“Of course not no, I’m single as a the opposite side of plural, I haven’t been in a relationship for a while now.” I lied. “You were right, your personality really is intimidating, I’ve liked you since your help at the r.c, why do you think I didn’t lost your number like I was supposed to bla bla bla………I began to drone on like a parrot as I dropped everything I had been wanting to say all the while before she got tired and told me to shut the hell up.

NEW SESSION

Lati and I went solo on a good note, he remained in our old room while I on the other hand moved into priye and O'set's apartment which was pretty much still furnished cos it’s previous occupants sold or gifted me most of their stuff.
The new session, with the siwes and extra curricular activities was so engrossing that I barely had enough time to fool around.

Helen was a sweet girl, I believed her to be the most sincere girlfriend I ever had and the first few weeks of the semester, my demonic entity laid dormant as I phased through one of my few normal relationships, but y'all know good stuffs got housefly life span. Karen and I were had been on the phone talking steadily for a while as she was off to law school for the whole year. She on the other hand was a handful, strong willed and brash. Her amazonian attitude had me treading softly around her like she was a bomb waiting to explode. Don’t get me wrong, for the first time I felt intimidated by a woman..... her social status and class sums it all up. Honestly how does one meet up with that. Sarkodie's catch phrase-Yunno say money no be problem seems to be the problem this time around cos with my current financial status nothing I can get her can make her go huller baloo with excitement, come on now Karen drives a car around campus, dons designer outfits and owns the latest iphone, even her friends look down their Behind noses at me. Nothing intimidates a vain man more.

All these; Coupled with Helen's loving care and attention discouraged me from flirting way too much with Karen talkless ask her out so I left it at the normal status quo expected of a guy like me who has a friend like her.
But if men could read minds tho…Karen on the other hand had some outa of affection for me but no matter how a daughter of eve likes a guy, make love dey chew am for inside out, lai lai she no go talk…this inherited strong headedness would not allow her to show her feelings so she was forming too, and so the both of us wallowed in denier caused by the stubbornness of our own making.

enonche85:


An update was promised last weekend, second weekend ends today...loosing interest already.

no excuse or apologies can save me i know, but I'm sorry all the same.

Uniquejames:
sheikshegetto shey u b driver ni? Na travelling be the only excuse u dea give us since day1.

lmao... My hustle na nationwide bro, na naija condition cause am... I be jack o trades... Road merchant.

Sensitivity1254:
Hope you are good, bro?

I'm fine bro... Sorry, was thinking all the traveling will end with january....hopefully if all goes well this weekend I'll get back to updating.

I'm here im here, took me long enough but better late than never... Thanks for the mention bro, putting on my project fame judge glasses... Be prepared to be scrutinized...so far I'm enjoying this impatience might soon take me down to okadabooks...good job bruh.

ofuregbe:
someone should mention me biko

OFUREGBE!!!

Oloshi ni bernice yi sha!

Great piece of literature Op, the suspence was on par, and the humor not overkill.. Worthy of a movie script but nollywood no go fit do the ghost effect... Took all that in one gulp, and now salivating for more.

Muzzbaba:
Dope updates

Thanks..

Sensitivity1254:
Good to have you back.

thanks bruh

Thank y'all for your patience with me Ooo... Another update in a few months time.








Kidding... much love.

“Ekaette is that you?

“Pretty much me of course,” she replied with her throaty laugh that used to send goose bumps up my arms back when we were seeing each other as she pulled me into a side hug.

She was pretty back then in secondary school with her paps, backside and curves prominent enough to single her out admits her friends but right then in my presence she seemed to have grown into her beauty as I could barely contain my leering. She was fairer than before. What is it with women lightening skins as they grow up, never mind about that cos I don’t mind at all.. She was too damn gorgeous.

I never realize I said it loud until she gave another throaty laugh, said thanks and said I was looking good too… me with my baggy trunks, dirty shirt turned inside out and holding a petrol can looking like a water seller.. Girl don’t sell me biko; if we swapped place you wouldn’t dare call me…I swallowed my discomfort instead and tried to be as enthusiastic as she was.

“Are you here to buy fuel too? I asked before I realized how silly that question was. Of cos she’s here for petrol stupid what else would she be doing in a filling station.
I saw her gesture towards a sleek black Mercedes, its driver also threw dignity out the window as he bickered for space like the rest of us ordinary folks in the station. I felt a strange pang of jealousy looking at him.

“My elder brother” she said. “just got back from Europe, had to escort him over so he won’t get lost.
I laughed at this, obviously relieved and wondering why.
There was an awkward few seconds after that till we were both saved by her Johnny just come elder brother who must have gotten his tank filled and was impatient to leave.

“I know we didn’t part ways on good terms and all and I’ve been dying to see you to make things right but I was too ashamed to come over. Can we talk?” she gushed out in one breath.

“Sure, I’m still around…you know where to find me.” I shrugged. Another horn from her brother quickly sent her running with a smile and a wave.

One wayward okada almost sent me sprawling into the gutter as I trudged home absent minded. What does she want to talk to me about, a part of me wanted her far away from me, not because I was still hurting for what she did but because of what the new me would do to her.

A few days before I resumed school, she came calling and for a moment, it was like old times while we catch up on a lot of things as we both tried to postpone the inevitable topic…To cut the palaver short, lets just say I had my hands full for the rest of the holiday as we visited each other the way we used to do I couldn’t help but asked the “what are we” question.
She wanted things back to the way it was, I tried to give her another chance to escape dangerous me by telling her things have changed; A LOT since we last met…she said she don’t care, as long as she’s given a chance to make up for all her Bleep ups.

Issokay o…don’t say I didn’t warn you.

On the other hand, I already asked Helen out; remember the chic from the club, we have been texting and calling each other since we parted at the peninsula. So I can as well say I’ve gotten myself my very own school and home girlfriend, and also an eye on Karen on the horizon.

Mhen! the new school session was going to be interesting.

My mom, glad that I was back home fretted and fussed over me about why I was leaner than when I left home and whether I wasn’t eating enough food and immediately began to stuff me full of food but all the motherly care lasted bare a week as she began to nag me instead.

“Abioye....Bioye are you not the one I’m calling? With the way you are pressing this phone I hope that is not the way you do in school sha because since you came back home you have never carried one book not even tissue paper…To ba ya you will say you have headache why won’t you have when you have been on that phone since morning… Etcetera etcetera.

My sisters on the other hand would tease and bugger me about the girlfriend I was always on the phone with. All i could do was smile and hope they leave me alone cos in their eyes, I was still their baby brother and avoidance of unnecessary questions was needed if I had to keep up the illusion that their bioye was still a simple naïve entity and not the live wire in school that was rutting shamelessly like a he-goat; enough to populate a village.

A few weeks before resumption…I was out running an errand for my Dad… actually to buy some fuel. He had told me to get the Jerry can filled up before he got back from work but procrastination will not kee me. I had to wait it out, busy doing nothing till evening until I realized he would be home soon and hell will be cold should he finds out I hadn’t gotten the fuel when I had all day to do that. With a shout, I quickly put on some loitering shirt in my room and raced out the house like my school fees and pocket money depended on it…It actually does.

To my dismay, the fuel station was filled up with motorists and jerrycanists like me. I soon waded into the confusion, busy yelling at the attendants for attention when I heard someone call my name, with the kind of familiarity that sent old memorial shivers down my spine.
Praying I was wrong, I turned around to acknowledge the voice owner and behold, turned out it was my first beau…her Highness Ekaette herself.

Ever felt so much self consciousness about yourself in front of someone so bad you began to doubt the way you dress, your outfit.. Praying you don’t make a shitty impression and hoping you do not look like an houseboy or an escaped Aro mental home patient. It was that bad cos I actually wore the other side of my shirt wrong in my hurry to get out of the house. I even had the effrontery to frown in pretense as if trying to place her face all in the act to enable me gather my wits around me.

In contrast to my expectations of the holiday, it was stifling as hell. Now that I was home; I had to put on the good boy façade my parents thought I was and o boy it was torture; so I spent the better part of the day on my phone texting.

Simisola was persistent asf to a point of annoyance and to my shame, I would always look forward to our late night chats, (coughs) after all most bad things tends to thrive at night cos darkness na one of the main ingredients.

Priscilla still received my calls and chats with a mixture of suspicion and wariness; like the way folks tend to behave around dogs they don’t know and might end up biting them. I doubt we will ever return things back to the way it was but call me ozone malawi if I allow her to slip off that easily.

Omotola on the other hand had the audacity to feel righteous anger cos I cheated on her, I expected the worse from her; to block my ass, block my number, block my future ambitions but was surprised when all she did was to ignore me like I never existed. But I couldn’t help but notice subtle jabs pointing at me from her status updates, an increase in her pictures uploads, with each pic raunchier than the previous like she wanted to show me what I was missing out on…and damn I no go lie, I missed that piece of ass.

And then Karen….yeah I didn’t keep my promise, after the expected thank you text, I didn’t lost her number like I was supposed to but my perpetual charm soon made us fast friends. Shame she was based up north in abuja cos our convo was interesting enough to distract me a little from my ex girlfriend’s antics.

She pounced as soon as the door was shut behind us, backed me up to crash on the bed with enough strength I suspected she wasn’t as drunk as she let out.
Meanwhile I was as nervous as a mice, expecting her chimney head boyfriend to burst in at any moment to administer jungle justice on me.
O'set ignored my mild protests as she straddled me. One hand placed against my chest for balance, the other reached for my throbbing member, held it in place and impaled herself on it forcing a gasp from both our lips.
Our love making was fierce and intense, at one moment she would sit up face facing the ceiling, eyes closed; moaning with ecstasy as she rocked slowly rhythmically and then the next moment she was glaring animatedly down at me as she gyrated faster. The flapping sound of our flesh hitting coupled with our harsh breathing the only sound in the room. When she noticed that I was beginning to stiffen as I showed signs of ejaculating, she grabbed between the base of my shaft and my balls and squeezed, holding the flood at bay.

”I’m not there yet sweetie,” she cooed soothingly as I groaned. ”so you’re going to have to wait a little while for me”. She tried this method to delay me twice before she finally climaxed and I followed up a few strokes later. ”wished I had met you earlier” she gasped a laughter as she nuzzled my ear.

“well lucky for me you didn’t cos your man would have hanged me up the highest faculty in school by my balls by now.” I mumbled back.

“why so grumpy? I bet you gonna miss me when I gone don’t you think.”

Just then my heart sank when I realized the semesters examination was her last and she was graduating. “Of course I’m gonna miss ya, how many ladies nowadays take pleasures without putting commitments on the table or were driven by their emotions, you’re one of the strongest independent women I know.”

“well done smooth talker” she chuckled. “can’t say I’m not flattered though, but about the commitment stuff abeg I’m still a woman and emotion is in our gene, you’re the kind of guy I can date had we met earlier.”

My growing erection shrunk rapidly at this, “well urr”

“relax princess,” she laughed. I know your types avoid commitments like snail & salt..yoruba demon casanovas. But this night, all you need worry about is to give me the best send off orgasm ever.”

“your wish is my command.” I smiled; parted her thick thighs and burrowed my face between them as I seek out her nectar with my searching tongue.
What I later came to realize that very night. She was the first of them all to acknowledge me by my title…a title I didn’t know I was living up to since I started this journey.

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Started writing again, just last night....i wan make the first update long small before i post am...make una bear with me.

Sensitivity1254:


You seem to forget or refuse to factor in the fact that he has a life outside NL or something might be keeping him busy.

Thanks so much for your vote of confidence boss...I've been on the road quite a lot since new year...and i promise to resume and drop updates any chance I've got..cheers

enonche85:
Is this another abandoned story?

No it is not abandoned bro...in spite of my schedules, I'm gonna see this through like I promised...cheers.

BiadeFolar:
Okey. Good job.

thank u thank u

Uniquejames:
op u finally remember us?

Nice sha but this wan too short for all the days we bn dea wait

lol biko help me manage am...na time no dey.

Having the time of our lives... I shared a laugh with lati over his dance partner’s shoulder when we saw the chic dancing with Pascal twerking vigorously all over him while he in the other hand was busy trying hard to cover his erection to which I saw no need for in the semi dark hall.

“So handsome, where have you been hiding all this while cos this is my first time seeing you here and O'set don’t mingle with anyhow crowd.” Helen shouted over the loud music as she clung on to me.

“I don’t come around her often” I shouted back; hands held on her waist in rhythm as they whined to the beats.

She simply laughed and threw back her head which to me was quite unnecessary cos I didn’t think I said something funny but since she showed me quite a view of her voluminous bosom as she hung onto my neck I guess I could not complain.

We would have partied on all night had my home training not kicked in. I had to literarily force Nurudeen off some chic but was quite unsuccessful with lati and pascal, giving up I regrettably voiced my goodbyes in a bid to make them come with me but my traitor friends failed to take the hint and waved me goodbye instead.
I headed off to O'set's lounge to bid my goodbye, to my surprise she said she was leaving too and thanks to me, her man wouldn’t have to escort her home. She whispered to him and he dismissed her with a wave of his hand puffing away like a chimney.

“What was that about.” I asked her as we force our way out of the heat and noises. “for a heart stopping moment, I thought your guy knew.”

She ended her laugh with a hiccup, she must have drank a little too much as she held on to my arm for balance.

“I bet your balls shrunk for a moment huh, I just told him what he needed to know and nothing more, all I worry about will be him trying to justify getting it raw and hell no thank you cos that guy is a hoe, he might fuvk one of those bitches tonight now that I’m gone. But you.” She said as she grabbed on to my crotch and squeezed. “are a gentleman.”

I chuckled quite nervously and disengaged her hand from my member…alakoba girl, we’re still in sight and earshot of the club. Some fruits are best left uneaten.
We made it home with me half carrying her all the way, bid her a goodnight as I led her to her door and then fled for the comfort of my room. A few minutes later, I heard her knocking.

“Must have lost my keys somewhere and priye is not home, mind if I crash here for tonight, I promise I’ll be good.” She crooned.

“i hope I won't rue this" I groaned as I stepped aside to allow her in. "Oh I’m so gonna regret this.” i groaned again as my eyes followed her behind as they wiggled all the way in.

She introduced me to the guy sitting besides her, I could barely see his face through the thick smoke he was puffing off his cigar(maybe weed) like his life depended on it.

“So you be the bj wey dey take care of my babe.” he drawled and then I realized that I was talking to O'set's rumored cultist boyfriend and I began to notice how tough looking the other dudes were as they all paused to glare up at me.
I started sweating, I could only mumble inaudible words in reply as my disloyal friends moved back a yard or two from me as if to avoid sharing his displeasure with me... And why was O'set smiling tori olorun.

The air around the lounge tensed for a full minute before the guy burst into laughter the others joined in.

“O’baby told me all about you man, how you dey help me protect my baby when I no dey una area, keep the wolves at bay, e don tey wey I don send man wey dey leer my babe go hospital, all thanks to you.. Join us cos you be one of us now.”

Finally releasing the breath I never knew I was holding, we joined them as they moved over to clear space for us.

These guys knew how to party I give them that, inhaling bottles upon bottle you’d have to be crazy to keep up with them as we got acquainted with the rest of the gang. I started chatting with a prim chic who introduced herself as Helen trying my best not to stare at O'set. She began to dance, rocking her behind on her boyfriends groin as the latter splayed lazily on the chair. I led helen towards the dance floor just as the dj hooked on a popular single, the crowd hooted and sang along as they wiggled away with abandon.

Roll on to evening, same day. I stood waiting for Priscilla at the r.c building and didn’t have to wait too long. The silence after we both exchanged greetings was uncomfortable as I had not seen nor talked to her since the incident with simisola.

"Nice shoes” I started.

"Really.. Is that why you called me here? Compliment my shoes?” she said.

"give me a break, it’s not like you’re making things easy for me with the way you’re acting.”

"what do you want bioye.” She said as she got up.

“I know whatever apology I make now will never bring back things to the way it was but I sorry for the fact that I took advantage of you and I think wasn’t one of my proudest moments."

She angled her head to stare listless at me. “and the rest of your actions, omotola, simi.”

“I feel zero regrets over that but like I said, including you was the only part I mucked up.”

”Always the male chauvinist pig huh…having no regrets makes you justified in your use of women.” She snared, finally losing her infinite calmness.

“look Priscilla, I called you here to apologize for what I did, call me whatever you want, it can’t change the fact that it has happened, I want my friend back and I wish things back the way it was before my foolishness.”

She sighed as she flopped back on to her sit. “you and I know that is not possible.”

“I know.” I answered back morosely. “forgiving me is a start.
We sat in a comfortable silence for a while before I asked her about how things are with omotola. To my surprise she said the both of them mutually sat down and ironed out their issues which had gone long before my intrusion but they had decided to live separately come next session as they meld their friendship back.

We talked a little as the thick air seem to lessen around us just then my phone began to ring,…I silently cursed as I saw simi's name on the caller id. The timing of all time.

“It’s lati, I hastily lied in answer to Priscilla's questioning gaze. “we are hitting the peninsula tonight.”
We talked a but more until she got up to say her goodbyes, our hug lingered as she whispered into my ear, “why am I having this feeling that I might regret forgiving you so easily bj.”
My cheeky grin was my only answer as I finally released her.

That night, my friends and I strolled into the already busy peninsula club. It was filled with students who came to shed their last bit of wildness before heading home and pretend to be good boys and girls for the rest of the holiday. We forced our way through the gyrating sweating citizens of Sodom and Gomorrah to find us a spot but to our dismay, every sit had been taken by guys and their laps also taken by girls.

“Hey bj” I heard someone call my name. It was O'set sitting with a group of guys and ladies in a private lounge, she beckoned me over with a smile.
“Hey” she said again as I led my friends over. I noticed the others gaze briefly up at us with eyes lidded over in the various levels of how high as fvck they were at that moment.

Update drops Tommorow folks...make una no vex

Joislim:
Happy new year sheiks... let's see how you will pull that

happy new year dear.... Don't get wasted tonight tho

I told her the stake was 15k to which she whistled.

“I can’t help but feel insulted, 15k to talk to me, come on I am pretty much more valued than that.

“Well it was impromptu and guys are broke cos its not like it’s the beginning of the semester anyway.” I gave her an apologetic grimace.

“Fine, I’ll like to see them lose anyway, they’re your friend, could have given you a little faith cos you aint badly proportioned yourself.”

“wait, did you just said I was handsome.” I said.

“Get your head back in the game… em”

“Bioye, my name is bioye.” I offered.

“okay bioye, I guess you know my name already so, what was the gambit to the stake.?

“Um err… your number?”

“that could be difficult, I don’t give out my number to some random guys I just met."

“well there’s this true caller app though, you can always block my ass at your leisure, and I also think I can keep your confidentiality private.” I answered trying to make my face as innocent as possible.

“You’re cut out from other guys bioye, and I like that so I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt, today has been boring anyway so I’ll get a bit of fun scamming your silly faithless buddies out of their money.” she said as she snatched my phone from my hand.

“Can you be dramatic while doing that? I offered hopefully. “yunno like giggling and fluttering your eyelids and stuff so they could think I’m performing superbly.”

“don’t push it guy.” She growled at me. I took the hint and quickly backed off.

Despite that she still smiled as she dialed her number through my phone, and giggled brazenly enough for my friend’s benefit.

“Okay my job’s done here, have a blast spending your winnings and don’t forget to send me a thank you text later.” She winked, stroked my chin with a manicured finger and catwalked out of the recreation center.

I got up and strutted towards my friends like a peacock amidst applause and hollering’s like a boss.

Lati: Guy you be hardcore, as you stand up go meet the babe na I know say my money don lost.

Nurudeen: I don add oga to your name bro, even though my 5k loss pain me…you earned it my guy.

Pascal: Chief wiper, I dey my knees bro, make you no vex over all the things wey I said, na small pikin dey worry me.

I soaked in all their praises as we headed out to the atm to collect my winnings, all is fair in love and war…I simply said as I promised them a bro night out later in the day at some club to celebrate the end of our examination.

All my bravado flew away when she looked up and glared at me, I’m telling y’all, her reputation precedes her cos she was as fierce as day.

With a prayer to my forefathers, I carelessly sat across her and got down to business. To hot chics like her, some dude walking up to them states only two things, you either bring your flirt on or you want to toost. They’re used to all the shenanigans we fellas could think of, from the ‘you look familiar and the have we met before?’ so she wasn’t expecting my approach and was caught by surprise when I opened up to her.

“Hello” I gushed as I made myself comfortable.

“can I help you?” she frowned, all defensive and ready to give me an earful.

“yes you can, cos I brought a deal and only you can make a broke dude’s day so please hear me out and then I’m out of here with my annoyance.”

She was mildly confused at this, my reply just wasn’t what she was expecting. “well this is new, she mumbled, “okay you’ve got 3minutes.’

“Thank you.” I blew out a relieved breath and continued. “see those guys over there, just peek at them cos they’re looking right at us, and it wouldn’t hurt to smile a little, you really are scary as they said.”

“people think I’m scary? She frowned at this, you guys are crazy, so you’re trying to tell me they dared you to come talk to me innit?”

“Exactly, you are not only gorgeous but smart as well so you’re right on point, it was a dare and money was involved and I really need your help here, it wont hurt to bring your act on a little; yunno like bassanio and portia.”

“Hmmn characters from the book; merchant of Venice. you cunny devil I’m interested.” She said as we both shared a cheeky grin.

“I said 5k each says I’ll walk up to her and get her number.” I calmly replied, but my mind wasn’t calm.
(What have I gotten myself into, see where pride has led me, should have kept my big mouth shut and take the jibes like a man, now I’m in deep debt, choi!)

My friends looked at each other. “Guy you know we were just fooling around, no need to take it personal.” nurudeen said.

Common sense and wits told me to take the nurudeen’s comment as a plea and sooth my pride in the process and all would go back to the way it was, but I had no outa of wits anyway as my reply would have made my ancestral spirit face-palmed himself for shame.

“No can’t do bruh, unless you’all admit you’re chicken, I still stand by what I said, that chic was way too over hyped and I’m gonna prove it that she’s a woman like everyone else.”

Lati: okay nah…5k it is, prepare to trek home after exam bro.

Pascal: I get one 5k wey I no dey use, e no go hurt to increase am to 10

Nurudeen: it’s a bet then, guy if you pull this off mhen.. You get my respect for life.

“Good,” I replied calmly even though in my head I was cursing myself for getting me into the sh*t I just got dropped in. “get your atm cards ready for my 15k.”

I then got up and strolled calmly towards karen’s table.