Today was
just like any other day, played on my laptop all day, watching movies and
stuff, but… something was not just right. What can it be. I just didn’t feel
fulfilled. "Now how am I gonna deal with this?" I thought to myself.
I looked at my phone to check the time (of course I don’t use a wristwatch.
What the hell do I need that for?) it was just a little after 5pm, I think
5:13pm or something. So I began to brainstorm about this whole thingy. Ahaaa I
had an idea; instead of wasting the cool evening away, let me kuku "set
one girl's P" (if u know what I mean). So I tweeted my intentions as well
as updated my BBM status. It didn’t take 2 minutes before my phone went
bananas. "pong pong" went my BBM tone "ting ting" blared my
twitter notification. My heart skipped a beat, my mind first of all went to
twitter "could they be yarbing and insulting my life on twitter because of
my last tweet?" I thought to myself again. Arrgh! This is horrible. I sha
unlocked my phone to check my twitter notifications only to find replies like
"U no get job abi" "The only P you are gonna be setting is
PROBLEM" (I mailed this one a curse instantly) stupid boy, and so on. Well
twitter is a very sensitive social media platform, so you dare not say shit or
else… After scrolling through my mentions on twitter, I minimised
"twitter" and opened up "BBM" where the possibilities of
setting P was in abundance (for my mind). I opened up BBM, imagine what I saw…
7 BCs (broadcast messages) ahn ahn. My expectations were dashed. Reluctantly, I
opened up some of the stupid messages, mtseeew pure rubbish. You know all those
kind of BCs that end with something like "…send this to 15 other people,
if you don’t, something unfortunate will come your way" that kinda
bullshit freaks me out. I looked up at the top right of my phone's screen to
check the time, 6pm sharp! What the hell!! Nawa oo . I pinged one neighbourhood
girl like that, she used to be my crush, but now she is just there jare (she is
quite endowed sha) I asked her if she could hang out with me for the night, but
she didn’t even reply my ping, so after a couple of minutes of "evil
genius thinking" I decided to ring her up. I cleared my throat in
anticipation. Was I feeling jittery? Omg! I had'nt flirt with a girl for the
past 1 month or so, well… that explains the feeling I had at the moment.
"she isnt so cute like that jare, why am I so frazzled" I thought to
myself. I dialled her number and she picked after two tones. Our conversation
went this way… err by the way her name is Damola - so I call her
"Dammy"
"Hello"
she said in a tone that depicted curiosity and astonishment
I covered
the microphone of my phone and quickly cleared my throat.- 4 seconds had ticked
off-
"hello…
Dammy its me Kola… Whats good?"
"Kola?"
she replied like she had never met me before or heard the name
"Yeah
sure its Kola, Kola Falodun" I replied, as it all started to seem awkward
already
"Oh
Kola boo how are you doing? So sorry for that, its just that your call caught
me off guard"
Phew! I
started feeling more comfortable. I hadnt called this babe in like centuries
"its
okay babe, came from school last week and just felt I should give you a call…
could we hang out at your place this evening?" I said cautiously.
"hello… hello hello dammy…
hello" damn! Did she cut me off? Did I run out of airtime? Hell no, I
still had like ninety something Naira in my account. Then what must have
happened? I pondered. Girls can be funny though, maybe she doesn’t feel my paro
anymore. Mheen that’s some big f*ck up, why did I go and bee(why was I too
forward). And then in the midst of my misery, my BBM beeped. I quickly rushed
to open the message, dammy had replied saying "yes, I'll be home by
7:30pm" with a flirty smiley to augment it. I felt relieved, relieved like
a pressed woman after using the lavatory. I checked the time, it was 7:16pm.
Nice! "let me just shower, dress up and go. As I grabbed my towel to head
into the bathroom, I heard a knock on my door. Damn! who the hell was that?
find out in the sequel to this story(coming soon). Should i say watch out for part two? naaa.
smh. weird child
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