May God placed my beloved mum in the loftiest abode of heaven because I remember her today as one of her most inciting words flanked through my mind.
She uses to advise me never to woo a strange woman or lady whenever am on a walk talkless of wooing on social media, but I’ve been daft lately, I failed to juxtapose meeting woman on the road to those we met on social media, so I fell to be a victim of one chance just of recent.
I met this lady on Facebook and asked her out, she was so elated to give in easily that jarred my sensibilities a little bit but I managed to yanks it off because it’s so apparent that most Nigerian ladies are now as cheap as a public excrement centres.
When I noticed the rigorous rise in our intimacy, I resolved to make her acquaintance and you know what the present men do, I have demanded a loan from my bank and set one-quarter of it for the zest.
On the day of the meeting, I sent #2000 to her so that there won’t be delayed in her journey from Ikorodu down to Ikeja; where am waiting for her.
I knew this lady would definitely be a bosomy lass, so I have given her the description of how she would locate me, and after then I was obsessed about her seductiveness in accordance with the picture she shared on her Facebook DP.
Thus, I found my tongue stuck to hers, then a ray of light from a far distance sends our meshed silhouettes to the wall around, it was great excitement!
I was still engrossed in this fanciful thoughts when my phone rang, I came back to life and detected that it was her beep that cut off the short nap.
So I picked up the call and she told me she’s on the other side of the road, so I told her to describe the type of clothes that she wore, she said she wore a Kaba sewed out of Ankara and after the description, I looked directly to the direction, who I saw was a crone looking lady standing in the form of her description, I just can’t believe this, she is not even as beautiful as my grandmother.
Then I went into hidings abruptly and called her number to certified if she is the one am expecting, all I could see is this old woman picking my call and she said: ” darling where are you?”
I did not do any other things than to switch off my phone and find my way immediately, Omo before she finds me I don japaa… Ever since then, I kept wondering maybe she thought am an old cargo as she looks… “Kkkkkkkkkkkk, in fact up till now am still laughing in Ijebu language”
Note: a warning to all Yoruba movies producers, please don’t touch this my story oooo… I go take am act film…