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Friday Nights; Sexcapades

Click here to read the fifth and last episode on reckless journey if you are just joining us…Friday Nights; A Reckless Journey V




Dafe was indeed full of surprises. Our first date was on Friday; three days after I agreed to see him again and it was really impressive, quite something. He did not even inform me on time, he just called me late Thursday night as I was ready to get in bed that he was going to take me out on Friday after work. He didn’t even tell me where no matter how much I persisted in asking. He just said ‘I prepared something for you, nothing really formal.’ I was amused.

The past really loves attention – that is the reason why it always creeps up to you especially when you just seemed to have moved on from it. 

I mean, I had forgotten all about Dafe to be honest till his call. I wondered whether to keep this secret further or just tell my friends. The next day, I went to work and purposefully did not pack a night bag because I was going to go home! Of course, I made sure I looked gorgeous to work – I didn’t want to be seen with such a classy man looking strangely dressed. If at all, I wanted to be ready for whatever the occasion was. So I wore a high-waisted navy green palazzo trousers with a grey off-shoulder ruffle-sleeve blouse. Thankfully, it was dress down day at work, so I didn’t have to bother so much about what I wore – although I carried a ‘parchmina’ to cover my open neck and bare shoulders.

I wasn’t sure whether or not I was concentrating at work but the day seemed to roll by very fast. I felt my heart racing as I saw the time approaching 6.00pm. I thought about calling Dafe to cancel our date. I wasn’t sure exactly how I felt at the thought of being seen with him. I wondered what he thought of me in his head.

Crap girl, just let go of those thoughts and have fun. Have you ever heard where going out with a guy killed a girl? Suck it up and wait for his call and stop acting like a child.

I sighed. As I sat before my office computer facing me, I realized I had not completely cleared my desk for the weekend. I definitely did not want to pile up any work for Monday, so I started working on the two files I had left unfinished. It immediately struck me that I had agreed with Dafe to leave by 7pm. “Shoot!” I said realizing it was 6.40pm. I still had a couple things to tidy and 7pm was not going to cut it for me. Just then, my phone began to ring. I decided to ignore it but it rang again severally.

I turned my phone to reveal who the caller was before I picked it, “Hello” I muttered

“Hello Mimi, what’s up?” Lola asked

“Hey Lola. I am fine. How did your day go?”

“Amazing I must say. Are you still at work?”

“My dear, you don see am now. That is where I am oo – I am trying to tidy up my desk.”

“You and work this young lady. Stand up and go home, it is a Friday babes.”

“I will, very soon.”

“So what are your plans for tonight?”

“I’m not sure what they are really, I am more concerned with clearing this desk in front of me and then I will figure out what next.”

“Do you want to hang out with Elvis and I?”

“Lola, did you say Elvis?”

“Yup. You heard me loud and clear. What say you?”

“Lol, I am not sure I can hang out with you guys, I am supposed to meet with someone by 7pm and it is already 7pm. Sorry.”

“Oh that is great then. Let me call Zizi and see what she is up to. Enjoy your night babes. I hope something eventful comes out of your strange meeting Mimi.”

“Lol, go away from my phone, you are a nuisance!”

She laughed at the other end, “why else do I know you, if not to be that nuisance, eh?”

I looked at my ringing phone, “hang up babes, someone is calling me.”

“All righty. Talk to you later. Bye.” She blew a kiss from the other end as she ended the call.

I quickly picked the call as I breathed, “Hello”

“Hey you…are you still busy-ish?”

“Sort of. Where are you?”

“I am just about to leave the office. I wanted to be sure you were ready for me.”

“Can you give me, say some 10 minutes extra please? I’ll just tidy and organize my desk.”

“Okay, what is your office address? So I know where to pick you at.”

“Okay erm, it’s at 36 Awolowo Road, Ikoyi.”

“36 Awolowo Road…right! Expect me in 30 minutes. I’m guessing you will be ready by then, yes?”


“Good. I will see you shortly.”

“Very well.”

I dropped my phone as I proceeded to round off my work and pack my bags. I pulled off the parchmina I wore around my neck and folded it neatly into my bag.


I said my goodbye’s to the rest of my colleagues who were still crammed up with work before I heard my supervisor say, “Hmm, someone is looking dashing tonight! The person causing this much ruckus must be really worth it.”

I laughed at what I imagined to be a sheer sarcasm as I responded, “Goodnight Sir. Do enjoy the weekend.”

“I sure will and I trust yours will be more fun than mine. Do well to laugh a lot tonight and loosen up Mimi, you are always too uptight!” He finished as he peered back to his system.

I grinned as I shook my head, why does everyone think I’m too uptight?  “Goodnight Sir.” I said again as I blushed away.

I glanced at my wristwatch and saw that it was 7.28pm. Instinctively, I walked out and headed to the elevator. Just then, my phone rang. It was him.

“Hey you…” I whispered

“Hey stranger,” I heard him smile “I’m at your office building.

“Don’t worry, I’m heading down already. You won’t have to wait too long.”

“Ah, she’s courteous! I am grateful.”

I smiled to myself, “see you soon Dafe.”

“I’m waiting.” He replied as he ended the call.


As I got closer to the ground floor, I felt more anxious and excited. I had never really had a proper date with anyone before – mostly because I turned down all offers that came my way – and I really wasn’t sure whether I wanted to go anywhere fancy with Dafe but somehow my mind kept reminding me that I was 24 and I needed to give myself some treat.

When I got to the office lobby area, I saw him seated by the waiting area observing the space. He looked effortlessly gorgeous in the purple shirt and carton colored trousers he was wearing, far better than I think a guy should look on a Friday night. After putting so much effort in my appearance, I still appeared as a toad before him, I thought as I walked up to meet him.

“Hey sexy one.” He smiled as he stood up to give me an embrace. I pulled my hand out for a shake and he tilted his head to one side and gave me a wry smile. “Oh I see how it is now, a handshake, huh?”

“Well, yes.”

“No, no…I didn’t come all the way for a handshake. Remember I said not a formal outing and I am a hugger. So please oblige me and bring that sexy body here.” He beckoned with both hands.

I moved to give him a side hug because I didn’t feel comfortable giving him a full hug. It just seemed weird and awkward. I felt awkward.  I looked at him again, he was smiling at me.

“Shall we?” he asked opening his right hand to receive mine.

“Where to please?”

“You will find out soon sexy. Just relax and enjoy the Friday.” He smiled at me again.

I loved the way he smiled at me; the way his lips lifted upwards to reveal his perfectly aligned teeth and the way his dimples creased. Oh, he had dimples – I never noticed. His smile was a meadow of green, a ray of sunshine; I feared I might get sunburn.


We drove down to Lagoon and headed to a table he had earlier reserved for us by the seaside. The view of the beautiful water body surrounding the area was spectacular; I was glad I said yes to going out with him tonight. We sat right opposite each other as I tried to observe the people around me. It was my first time at Lagoon so it was okay for me to wonder how people behaved at this place, what they ordered on their tables, how they spoke and how they sat smiling with their lovers – I assumed everyone was with a lover since it was mostly a pair of a guy and a girl or three pairs of guys as well as girls all seated together.

All the while, Dafe wouldn’t stop staring at me. I wondered why he was looking at me so intently smiling that coy smile. I shook my head as I looked on at the waters seating beside me. “Hey sexy…” I heard his soft voice whisper

I smiled as I looked at him, “stop teasing me already. You know my name is Mimi. Just call me by my name.”

“What would you like to have?” I heard the waitress say as she looked on at me handing me the menu. Apparently, she had been standing there a while, I didn’t even notice. I collected the menu as I began to flip through the pages looking for my favorite mix when I saw what seemed to be fried ice cream on the menu; I laughed. “What the hell is a fried Ice cream?” I asked no one in particular.

“Well, I have no idea.” Dafe replied “Is that what you want to have?”

“Nah, do you guys make Pina Colada’s?” I asked closing the menu as I was too tired looking through their funny food names.

“Yes, we do ma’am. Is that what you would like to have?”

“Yes please.”

I saw Dafe look at me, as he took away the menu from me. “No, Let me order something different for her?” He asked looking at me

I looked at him in bewilderment as he continued to flip through the pages like I wasn’t there… “There is something I think you would enjoy taking. Ah, ha…I found it! Make her this one.” He said as he pointed to a part of the menu looking at the waitress.

“What are you ordering for me?” I asked “Can I see it?”

“So, I ordered a ‘screamy orgasm’ for you.” He grinned widely

“I have never heard of such a mix. Sounds really weird.”

“Just take it and then let me know how you like or hate it.”

The waitress walked away to get our orders and I looked at him wondering why he had made me that choice of drink. It sounded so nasty.

“So…” he started, “tell me, how was your day at the office?”

“It was okay, and yours?”

“It was great. The highlight of the day is seeing you.”

I was quiet for a while before I replied, “That is good.”

“So tell me about you Mimi.” He continued as he reached out to grab my hands.

“Me? What can I really tell you? There isn’t much to say. What do you want to know?” I asked looking around.

“Everything. Everything you have to say.”

“That is not an easy job. Ask me specifics and I will try to answer you honestly.”

“Okay, that’s fair but that is a lot of work for me.”

“Well, the price you have to pay if you want to know me.” I grinned at him as I flashed my tongue at him.

He smiled, “You should be careful in doing that. You never can tell what may happen to that tongue once it starts behaving wildly.”

I laughed at his comment. He was easy to talk to. I crossed my ankles as I rubbed my palms over my bare shoulders. The weather was cool and I was beginning to feel a bit cold.

“Are you cold?”

“No, I’m not. My body is getting used to the water’s weather.” I lied.

He seemed not to buy it, “If you are cold, we could switch seats to a place warmer. Somewhere in the middle if you like?”

“No,” I replied “I like the view here, it is amazing. Don’t worry about me, I’m not cold.”

Just then, the waitress came with our drinks. My glass was really large and I wondered why they wanted to drown me. It looked really nice, I hoped that the taste would be nicer. I took a sip; hmm, not bad, I thought.

“Do you like it?” He asked

“I don’t think I can judge that properly yet. I just took a sip, let me take a couple more and I will let you know what I decide.”

He shook his head smiling. He was always smiling, so beautiful, I could watch him all day.

“So, if I am permitted to ask, how old are you?”

“Well, take a wild guess.” I sipped some more of the really nice drink even though I refused to admit.


“Really now? Well…you almost hit the nail on the head. I am 24.”

“Oh wow, that’s a perfect age.”

“That is your business, even though I don’t understand what you mean by perfect age.”

“Haha…” He laughed, “so missy, what do you do for a living?”

“Well, I make money from designing people’s buildings, homes and developing facilities. So I am responsible for the visual appearances of structures and buildings.”

“Wow, that is a really beautiful way to describe what you do as an Architect.”

“I see you are a smart man.” I chuckled.

“Well, my elder sister is an Architect; so yeah – I understand basically.”

“Okay, so you are trying to say you are not so smart? I get it – my bad.”

“You are something else Mimi. So, do you enjoy what you do?”

“Oh yes, I do. It is a really amazing job and it is fantastic how awesome people ideas are. I mean, I look forward to meeting new client on a daily. Some days, I just want to leave my desk and go for roadshows and conferences, where I can meet people, discuss ideas on facilities and create a design. My colleagues think I’m too uptight and serious but I think they are misreading me every single time. Like…I just don’t know how to sit in a day without coming up with a fantastic idea about a design or a plan for a structure to remodel or build. I mean, it is really amazing now that I think about it.”

I realize I was talking too much. I stop to look at him and he is grinning from ear to ear. “What is it?” I ask perturbed.

“I just admire your passion. I could literally sit here all day and listen to you talk, your voice is soothing.”

“You are not serious.”

“Do you want us to order something to eat or you want us to go somewhere fancy to eat?”

“Isn’t this place fancy enough? And yes I am hungry, I’ll like to order.”

“They don’t have real food here just so you know. Would you like to have the seafood platter?”

“Yes, I love seafood. Do they make it nice here?”

“I guess they do. That is what Deji and Jay loves to eat when we hang out here. I’d rather eat the pizza or beef stakes.” He beckoned on the waitress to come and ordered the seafood platter for me and some slice of pizza for himself. The food came in good time and I ate to my fill. The sauce was delicious, I was awed by the mastery of the chef. As I licked the sauce from my lips I heard Dafe’s soft voice whisper, “I didn’t tell you how ravishing you looked, did I?”

I blushed bright red even though I couldn’t appear red. “Is that a compliment? I asked

“No, it’s not; it is the truth. I don’t even know how to compliment you. I don’t want to say the wrong words.”

“Keep teasing me Dafe. Keep on, it can only get better.”

He laughed, “now she thinks I’m teasing uh.”

I glanced at my wrist watch, it was quarter past nine. I quietly wondered I should ruin the evening by asking that we leave so I could get home on time and avoid the traffic. I swallowed spit. This was not going to be easy. He looked at me as the waitress brought another round of drinks, “Are you tired?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Well, you seem to be looking desperately at your time. Am I bad company?”

“I wish you were.” I smiled, “I’m just worried about the time I’ll get home.”

“I’ll drop you off, you don’t have to bother.”

“My house is really far oo and there is a lot of traffic around the area, trust me, you don’t want to get involved in it when you will still head all the way back.”

“Did I complain to you young woman? Trust me, I think I am going to have a great time driving you home and by the way, we aren’t done with the evening.”

“What does that mean?”

“We have other places to go, so let’s get going.” He reached out to waiter and cleared the bill while I wondered if this was another episode of what happened last week.

“Shall we?” He stood up as he brought forward his hands to grab mine.

I stood up, smoothed my trousers as I allowed him to intertwine his fingers with me while we walked to the car and sped off into the night.


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Till I come your way again next time, this is ShiozeThinksOut.




Friday Nights; A Reckless Journey III

Click here to read the Second episode on reckless journey if you are just joining us…Friday Nights; A Reckless Journey II.




I am full to the brim and not sure if I can survive a walk. I look at my friends laughing at something on Lola’s phone. I am unmoved. I look around and get a feel of everybody’s presence at the cafe. It’s a mix-mash of several groups.

The guys with the tattoos, deep pockets and heavy laughs – they looked more like G boys to me. The girls with the really expensive weaves, sexy bodies, luscious lips and ready arms – I am not sure how to classify them. The older men with the fuller hair, grim smiles and cautious eyes – sugar daddy types.

I look around me and wondered how to classify us. We were also a certain mix of some sort and truthfully, my girls and I looked average. I felt like sinking deeper into my seat. I looked at Lola and then Zizi, they didn’t look that bad. They looked quite classy but I wasn’t sure how I looked. I’m sure I was looking like the only secondary school kid in the room. I sighed.

Suddenly I heard someone say, “why aren’t you dancing?”

I looked up and saw Jay looking at me smiling, “Oh, I didn’t realize it was dancing time.” I responded.

He grins at me and say, “are you going to stand up and dance at all? You look tired out.”

I look around and see Lola dancing with Fara, Micheal and Elvis. Zizi just kept moving her head while seated on her seat sharing some jokes with Mina and Dafe. I looked up at Jay again, “erm, just give me some time. My stomach hurts.”

He laughed, “You sure ate a lot, please don’t get sick.”

“I’ll try not to.” I chuckled as he danced away.


Suddenly the cafe had turned to a kind of night club and everybody was dancing to DJ Exclusive’s music. The guy sure knew how to keep it banging as people kept screaming with oohs and ahhs at his every track change. I was amused.

I didn’t realize that the guys kept ordering more drinks or that I had been drinking probably too much until I made to stand and dance when the song ‘Diet‘ by Tiwa Savage and DJ Enimoney started to play.

“Whoop!” I exclaimed almost falling

“Be careful.” Mina shouted through the music

“Thank you, I probably have had too much to drink.”

“You better watch it, especially when you are out with these men. They drink like fishes and they don’t even feel  it.”

“I can imagine.” I laughed dancing all the same to the tune.

“Come on Zizi, dance with me.” I pulled up my friend who was nodding her head and smiling at me.

“Mimi, I am tired and in no mood to dance. I wish we were out with our other friends. You know I would have danced my heart out.”

“Well, you invited us here, so slog it out and shake that bum with me!”

She laughed hard as I managed to pull her up towards me and we started to dance. “That’s more like it gurl. Enjoy the night, you only live once!”

“Ode, shut up before I sit down right back.”

“You have always just been a big bully.” I grinned at her.

She tapped me in the middle of our dance, “What is it?” I asked

“Look at your friend.”

“Who?” I asked looking around

“Ode. Lola, look at Lola. See how she found herself a man, that girl is sharp unlike you dancing beside me as if I will be the one to marry you.”

We both laughed. “Really Zizi? Abeg allow Lola to have her fun. If she caught a fish, all the better for us.”

I reached down to pour myself more wine.



As I think silently of where next we should probably go to, I look at Zizi and Mimi dancing. I see the way Zizi smiles at whatever Mimi is saying to her and wish that I were Mimi at that point. The day I first saw her, I knew I had a battle ahead of me which would be a key situation but I just didn’t know that it would take me this long to keep figuring how to win the battle.

I have to say that I am quite pleased that she has brought Mimi and Lola. I wonder how the night would have panned out were they not here with her. I sigh as I sip on my drink.

One step at a time Deji. One step at a time.

I scroll through my phone and call my guy at Sailors. After a series of not picking up the call, I dip my phone back into my pocket. I look at Zizi again. She looks so pretty, her hair neatly tucked behind her ears.

I stand up to dance with Dafe as he shuffles towards me.

“Guy, what’s up?” He started

“I’m good man. What’s up with you?”

“Nothing. You think we should head out to another place?”

“Yeah. I think we should. I was just thinking about it.”

“So I’m thinking the beach would be fun tonight. It’s the last Friday of the month!”

“Oh yeah, that’s true…how did I forget? Wait, let’s check out the beach here.”

“Naa, I already went out there with Lola and Elvis. Ain’t much groove going on. It’s just the same thing as inside here.”

“So what beach are we going to go to?”

“We can try Elegushi, the other ones are too far off. Don’t want to scare the girls off.”

“Okay. Let’s see.” I look at my watch. It’s 2.53am. “Say we leave in the next 15 – 20 minutes? Is that okay?”

“Sure! Let me just clear up all our orders.” Dafe smiled as he began to walk away.

“Thanks man. You rock!”

“Anytime fam.”

Dafe has been my friend for 12 years now, he knows almost everything about me and has always been an extra helping hand. I couldn’t have gone anywhere without telling Dafe or bringing him along. We had refined into something much more than friends. This included Jay as well.

I walk towards Michael and Jay…

“Yo guys, we will be leaving soon.”

“Oh where to?” Michael asked

“The beach.” I grinned at Jay as he grinned back.

“Way to go, it’s about that time.” Jay said.

I reached out to Zizi and Mimi who were fully engrossed with Fara, Mina and Ralph laughing, dancing and talking.

“Hey, we will be leaving soon.”

“Oh beautiful.” Zizi muttered “Thank you.”

“Erm, we are heading to the beach at Elegushi.” I whispered to her

“Oh…” I saw the downcast look in her eyes “I thought you meant we were going home. Okay.”

I reached out to hold her hand as I looked on at her, “Are you tired?”

“I guess but it’s okay. Everyone sure looks happy about the beach thing.”

“No it’s not – if you are not okay with it, we can head home.”

“Naa, don’t worry. I will suck it up!” She put her two thumbs up and smiled but I wasn’t convinced. “Really Deji. It’s okay. At least, I made some friends.” She smiled.

“Ziola really…I can take you home.”

“…and miss out on the night beach fun? No way…I’m definitely going. I just fear that I might give you a lot of stress tomorrow.”

“I am up for it.” I responded almost immediately, “I want your stress.”

“Lol. Go jare.” She said laughing as she hit me playfully

I liked that she hit me that way. I touched her cheek lightly but she brushed it off as she moved closer to where Mimi was standing taking selfies with Mina and Ralph.

“Yo Dej, are we ready?” I heard Dafe’s voice behind me.

“I guess.” I clapped “Okay guys, time to bounce out.”

“Yayy…” I heard them all scream in unison as Fara led the way holding hands with Lola.


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Lagos Hustle 2 [Suicide mission]

 “The Lord is near to the broken-hearted and saves the crushed in spirit – Psalm 34: 18″

“The wages of sin is death but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus – Romans 6:23”

As a Lagosian, I know just how hard it is to survive here amidst all the series of hustlers and hungry-eyes. Everybody falls victim one way or the other, sometimes without realizing it and we pretend to be okay.

The unending trails of having to find a job without money in your pocket, if you are unemployed and never having to get any positive feedback even after you have proved just how good and capable you are but your family, spouse, friends and society don’t understand your struggles, rain abuses on you and leave you more depressed and you think everyday, why am I still here?.

The unending trails of waking up too early to go to work, amidst the long hours of traffic and go-slow inside a molue, bus, or private car, still having to get late to work and yet receive abuses from your boss and a possible decrease in your ‘salary’ that is merely a stipend, leaving you with nothing extra to fend on or hangout with friends and everybody looks at you as stingy and selfish making you sad and lonely.

The unending trails of monthly salaries that never cover half of your monthly expense but there is just nothing you can do about it because half bread is better than none and there are hardly other jobs out there OR you have just spent too much of your years at your current job, it’s hard to leave and start the search for a better one, so you nag inside and worry yourself to death.

The unending trails of having to start up your own business but you suddenly realize that the Lagos market does not welcome start-ups like you and your capital is not just enough to complete all funding for rent, salaries, tax levies, corporate fees and still help to hold body, so you worry a lot and wonder what next to do about your life.

The unending trails of nagging friends[especially those not in Lagos], who do not understand that in Lagos, time waits for no hustler; you have a demanding job that yet puts food on your table, a roof over your head, clothes on your body and money to share and the only time you have to yourself is half of Sunday and possible official leaves which is hardly enough to gain all the lost sleep and energy but they do not care to understand and so they stop calling or checking up on you and you still hold on to them since they are the only friends you have and can make, because there is no time to make other friends and you believe that years have bonded you guys but they still nag and call you all sorts and forget/neglect to inform you of important days in their lives such as a new partner, a new child, a new job, a relocation, a wedding, house warming and you only get to find out through mouths of others or blogs or papers or news media and you end up depressed and alone because you realize that they moved on without you.

The unending trails of having to get married because you suddenly realize that you are 30 or above and as a man, there has to be a lady just standing by so your old parents, friends, neighbors, family and society won’t think that you have just decided to be wayward and useless, as they say ‘oniranu’ OR as a lady, you suddenly realize that you are 26 or above with your biological clock still ticking endlessly but no ‘proper’ man is forthcoming and every eye brow is raised, curious about whether you want to end up being a single mum/whore whose life is not coherently arranged and because marriage is the definition of success for a woman, you just have to do something fast about it else you get worried, sad and distressed.

The unending trails of having to pay rents high above your two times annual salary but you have a family to cater for and you must provide shelter so that nobody sees you as a hopeless individual and you shrug on because the struggle is just starting and there are still school fees to tend to, an extended family to feed and a nagging wife to bear who does not care how you come up with the money as long as it pops up, so you leave home very early everyday to avoid the morning chaos and return too late just to afford you some time to sleep before the morning rise.

Then you suddenly realize that the world is better off without you and that nobody will care if you stay or go and in deciding what is best for you and everyone, you decide to leave and end the inner pain you feel. Your spirit is crushed, “no one will understand” you say, no one cares about how passionate you feel about your bothering issues, everyone has their issues to bear.

So you look at the mirror and decide that a spirit somewhere is calling you to a land of oblivion, a place of peace, a place where you will have no need to worry or get depressed or distressed or sad. You scroll through your phone and wonder if there might just be one person who will care, nobody! You ponder on it, for minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and finally the thought becomes too strong. There is no reason not to end it, no need to participate in this vain life, everything is now sour, you must go before you run mad and so, just like that, without warning, you end it and leave. You smile because you know that nobody will care not even you.

You forgot that people care about your life, you just have not met them. You forget that you can try again, to find new friends, to find peace within and be happy in just you. You forget that there is a God and He loves and cares about you. You forget that there are others out there, more depressed than you looking for solace and you might be the solace they need. You forget that committing suicide is a sin and God abhors it. You forget too much and hurt us all by just ending it.

May I ask, who gave you permission? Did I give you permission? Did you allow me to meet you? Did you look for me to ask? Did you talk with God? Did He give you permission to end it? Why did you end it? I want to know…why? You hurt me…a lot, you thought that nobody cared but I do…a lot, we could have been friends or even just hello buddies, but you never gave me a chance.

I have pondered and thought on what could have possibly informed Dr. Sunday Orji to commit such action on that third mainland bridge. He was just thirty-five [35] years old and still blooming with life. I mean, at 35, he was a doctor, had a good car with a driver and from all Nigerian standard, that seemed like a successful young person. There probably are a lot of people his age or even older than he was, who have not even attained the height he was or who were probably envying him. Then a day later, I heard another lady tried to commit suicide but fortunately, she was rescued unconscious. Jeez!

The truth remains, no one knew what pain they were passing through or what their everyday torment was. They could have both been very depressed fellows who were low in spirit. They may not have had so many friends, people to talk with and confide in.

This brings me back to this…every one in Lagos, Nigeria and the world especially is hustling one way or the other, to fit in, to make ends meet, to provide for their family, to build a family or to help loved ones who are sick or in need or to just be happy and not be judged for not attaining certain societal expected level.

So I ask; when last did we call up that old friend or visit someone we knew that was finding things difficult? When last did we pray for each other, our friends, neighbors, family and the people around us?

The economy is tough and people are finding it difficult every passing day to survive and scale to the next. Lagos especially is not helping matters, every thing is rocket high and you just have to keep hustling.

Each of us are not less guilty of this. We create certain standards for ourselves, our family, our kids, our friends and even the people we chose to stay around with without caring for the possible implications and when we don’t meet the standards that we have invisibly set, we cry foul and become unhappy, depressed, sad, distressed, alone. When the people around us don’t meet our required standards, we steer clear and make them feel unwanted.

I am not saying that should cause any one to commit the sin of suicide because it is selfish to do that but it also helps and motivate the individual to feeling that after all, he/she is not needed and because there is nothing he/she can do, the only way out is to end it.

“Sins that oppress and bury us cannot be termed trifles! What is more minute than drops of rain? Yet, they fill the rivers. What is more minute than grains of wheat? Yet, they fill the barns. You note the fact that these sins are rather small but you do not take note that there are many of them. In any case, God has given us a daily remedy for them.”

Share problems with your neighbors, neighbors please pay attention to the person beside you. That was why we were made, to help and comfort one another.

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Lagos Hustle 1

In the end, the moral strength of any community will be measured by how we have treated our most vulnerable citizens, not by how we ourselves have fared…”

“Baboon wey no work to plant banana, go still chop free banana…” -‘Shioze

It is amazing how many things we assume and end up believing ought to be true without first stopping to probe for sure. In the country where we live in, Nigeria to be precise, it is not enough pride saying I live in the city of commercial wealth, precisely Lagos, without showing that you actually do have a job, a place to live in, enough cash in your pocket, and maybe a car to drive you round and about.

To say that you live in Lagos with a smile dashing about your teeth will mean to every other person that you have the means of survival and the strength of a hustler. It is painstakingly sad that about half of the population of the inhabitants of Lagos are hustling not for themselves but for others in privileged positions. This is the situation where you have small gods amongst gods…if you understand what I mean.

Now, my small rant all boils down to the amazing relationship between keke drivers and the small gods that they serve daily. These small gods prefer to be termed ‘Agbero/Omo-nile/touts/Area-boys’. I am sure you have most-times heard of them.

So I was going out one sunny afternoon and I jumped on the next free keke I found. As usual, we got towards Ajah market and one small man moved to the keke, pulled up a blue marker, proceeded to scribble some rubbish in front of the keke’s windscreen and said bluntly,

“Owo da?”

I looked at the hungry looking man and wondered what the money he was collecting was for. As usual, I assumed it was keke road levy to which the keke driver pulled out a #200 note, without complaint and handed the guy, who walked away peacefully.

Just a few drive ahead and another unscrupulous old man walked up to our keke, pulled out a red marker this time and scribbled some funny rubbish on the keke windscreen and looked at the keke driver smiling without a word. The keke driver, of course smiled back, and handed him a #100 note, still without complaint.

I again, assumed it was some sort of road levy for keke since it looked like a mutual consent of giving and receiving. We had not driven too far off as the keke criss-crossed towards the parking lane, when the same keke was accosted by two different funny looking Agbero’s shouting,

Ahn ahn…kilode? Owo e da? Ma fun mi #1000 oo, mi o ni shangii [change] oo”

Owo kini?” the keke driver requested “Mo ti fun baba agbalagba olowo naa”

Ma so rubbish oo, owo e da jare?”

The keke driver fumbled some words of cuss and complaint of how he had paid before and how they gave him one paper. The other dirty looking man replied saying he did not pay them, put his hands on the tricycle’s key proceeding to remove it before the keke driver opened his slosh-money hole handing them #1000 note saying,

Mi o ni change oo, e fun mi ni change e joor.”

The ugly  funny men fumbled between themselves and handed the keke driver some scrappy dirty notes consisting of #500, #200 and a #100 and walked to the next keke. At this point, I felt obliged to ask the throbbing question…

Oga, why you dey give all of them money like that? Na by force to pay?”

“Madam, na so we dey see am everyday oo. If you no pay them, na wahala be that oo”

“Ahn ahn, which kain yeye wahala?” I continued probing “If person no pay, them go beat am or collect him keke?”

“No, but they go worry you taya and they no go let you carry passenger. They fit even cease your key join.”

I looked at him in amazement as I listened. The elderly man seated beside me spoke up

“So somebody will work tirelessly only to give out his profits to some jobless set of people. There is nothing we won’t see in Nigeria. I mean, I can just go and buy marker and join the jobless wagon, abi no be so?”

He finished, looking outside in a bid to come down from the keke and trek the remaining distance.

I looked at the keke man and asked again

“So how much do you pay in total?”

Ha, e plenty oo. We dey pay #2,400 everyday.”

“Ehn? #2,400 everyday? For what now?” I asked angrily as the other woman hissed and said “Oloriburuku ni omo rada rada, #2,400 se kini?”

Una no go understand at all. Na so we dey see am. You no dey see say keke no dey gree come Ajah? The money wey we dey pay too much. I f we increas price, una go shout…wetin we wan do now?”

I could not possibly understand why each keke that passed Ajah market had to pay #2,400 to the rubbish set of touts who just drink, smoke and eat dried fish all day and maybe buy a blue/red marker every week. I mean, these keke drivers have a family to fend for, some even have kids, some have to pay school fees, they still need to buy fuel everyday, they still need to remit money of weekly earnings to their boss who owns the keke [they may be lucky if they own it themselves] but then they also have to provide money for monthly checks and maintenance plus they have to feed themselves and pay rent and so many other thing that money demands.

So how does a cut of #2,400 out of the little money of about #5,700 to #6,400 they make daily help their situation? I questioned further [thanks to the traffic jam, I was able to stall] on how come the money they paid the touts amounted to #2,400 every day and the keke man gladly explained.

He told me that in the morning, they pay a total of #700 to some set of touts who claim that the land they keep passing is their father’s land. So when they come to Ajah as early as 5.00am-7.30am to drop the early risers in a bid to avoid the morning Lagos traffic, they have to settle 3 sets of touts by paying #100, #200 and #200 respectively; then they give the policemen standing on patrol #200.

I gasped! So policemen were also involved in the free-money-collection game and these touts already come out by 5.00am? Amazing!.

Then in the afternoon, they pay a fee of #900 to another set of touts who come out only in the afternoons. The #900 they pay in batches as well and if they are unlucky to drive by again and see a strange face that they did not see earlier when they had paid, they have to pay another #100 or #200 depending on the tout’s demand. If they refuse, the tout will also refuse them to drive away or just yank away something vital from the keke, thereby leading to extra costs. What do you have left to do asides from being ‘penny wise, pound foolish’?

In the evenings, they then pay #800 and this includes policemen levy as well.

I could vividly remember one evening when I was in a keke and there was this hold-up, only to discover later when we got forward that a certain baba was accosting keke drivers and holding them to ransom if they did not pay the compulsory #200. This certain baba was collecting the said money for the policemen on patrol.

How did I know this?

When the keke I was in had successfully passed the baba [after payment of course], we were stopped again by the policemen just ahead. I had thought it was some sort of regulatory control for traffic, only for one of the policemen to shout across to the baba saying’

Baba Ado, shey oti gba owo’ eleyi?”

“Ehn, mo ti gba awon keke. E je ko lo.”

Eh! I did not just believe my ears. The police too? Just beautiful! The lady and the man seated with me just kept on complaining about the police and their continuous form of corruption and the keke man laughed. In his mind, hustle must still continue, no giving up.

We keep saying we need change, but how does that happen if we all don’t join together to create this change? I realize that everyone has his or her own struggle and only when you wear the shoe, do you realize how much it has been hurting the next person before you.

It’s not enough to complain and assume, it is for us to ask ourselves, if I were in the position of the keke driver, what would I do different than hike prices?

If I were the touts, what would I do different to stop keke bullying?

If i were the policeman on patrol, what would I do different for the keke drivers and the way-laying jobless touts?

If we succeed in answering these questions truthfully, we may realize just how far we are not from being different.

What are your thoughts? Please kindly use the comment section down below, it will be very much appreciated.

Travails of A Rookie Lawyer 2 [The Nigerian Law school 1-(3)]


Registering and applying for law school was no big deal. I had some hitches with the Internet but it didn’t stop me from completing the registration process before the site was down. I remember a kind family friend offered to help with my posting but I politely told him not to worry. I was so certain I had secured a space in the Lagos campus of the Nigerian Law School, ask me how… I don’t know. In my mind, all I had to do was shop, pack my things and wait for 2nd November, 2015 to zoom off to Lagos. Come to think of it, why Lagos?

However, on the week of the posting, I discovered a truth in Proverbs 19:21. It says, “Many are the plans in a man’s heart but the Lord’s purpose prevails”.

This truth didn’t mean anything to me at that time, I just wanted to see my NLS posting…. The next day, I was surfing the web and discovered people from other universities were posted to places like Kano, Yola. I thought what a pity… so l told my kid brother and he asked, “why will NLS post people to those kinds of places”?

In reply, I told him, that some people must be posted to those places because the lecturers are paid to teach human beings not ghosts. I didn’t stop there o, I went further to say “if I am sent there, I will definitely go”. LOL! Little did I know that I just bought a ticket to my destination.

I was sleeping peacefully before I was interrupted by my noisy ringtone. I just wondered what was so important that couldn’t wait a little longer. My friend from the other side informed me about the NLS posting. So I checked the site, saw my name, details and something that looks like KANO. There was no reason to raise alarm. I closed the browser, reopened it and tried once again, the city KANO was still there. Ok o, that was my cue to cry foul, but that never happened. The one thing I could remember was that I kept repeating the word KANO; but trust me, I had a bucket by my side when the tears came rolling. My dad heard me and came to my room to find out if I was fine. I showed him my phone; he looked at me, said “good morning” and went back to his room. My mum didn’t say much… My kid brother saw the posting and kept saying, “why, why” to nobody in particular.

Few hours later, my parents informed me of their decision. Guess what, I was leaving for Kano the next day. Looking at their faces, I realized that it was the hardest decision they ever made. I started calling my friends that had been in NLS Kano Campus for the 2014/2015 session. You wouldn’t believe the horrible news they told me. My friend confirmed the fears about the North, she was like “oh there are bomb blasts here and there you know”, and I am like WHAAAT!!

The news has it that Kano Campus was once a tourist site with lots of trees, lots of snakes and all kinds of weird creepies (if you know what I mean)… she adviced me to always walk in twos at night with rechargeable lanterns. Hmmmm, you can imagine the look on my face after that call.

Tell me who will go to Kano after hearing all these horrid details….
Word got around to my family and friends that I was leaving for Kano. Come and see people that were willing to book my flight to Kano. I was in shock. I asked my mum, “where were this people when I was in the University?” LOL!

The fact that I was going to Kano made them nice and caring all of a sudden. Haahahaahahahah!!!

My definition of the North was only as far as Abuja. I never saw Kano coming. No, that’s a lie. I saw it clearly. I thought of the truth I found in Proverbs 19:21, the conversation I had with my kid brother and only smiled.

Although I had Lagos in mind, after seeing Kano, I had no doubt that my posting had a touch of divinity.
Meanwhile, I took all the prayers, love, gifts in good faith and left for Bagauda, Kano (Giants in the Sun).

Oh! I almost forgot to mention, I bought a big rechargeable lantern for you know what….

Shades of a Virgin Wife (5)

PS: I’m sorry that this post came a week late…been busy at law school and all. So somehow I tried to curtail the length of this post but as much as i tried, it just got longer. Please, forgive the length and just enjoy! Gracias Readers…

As I lay inside the covers, I wonder in my mind what It’soyha may be thinking. I’m quite impressed at his calmness I must say but then it leaves me very perturbed. What will be the fate of our non-existent relationship? Will I see him again after this weekend-get-away or not? Or will he be mine forever? It was left for him to choose what he wanted with me but I knew he wasn’t in for any commitment. He didn’t look like the commitment type of man. I could tell by the way he looked at other ladies even when we spent times together. It was obvious, I wasn’t going to deny. I sighed as I curled to the left corner of the bed; just then the room turned dim and I felt him climb in and lay in the covers. I wanted to turn around and cuddle with him but I knew I couldn’t. I didn’t want to lead him on in any kind of way, so I lay still at my corner.
Utibe It’soyha
I wasn’t exactly sure what I wanted to do next. Hearing all Efua had to say, I must say…I was impressed. She didn’t strike me as a virgin and even yet, I find it hard to believe but deep down, I’m excited knowing that no man had touched the goods I so badly wanted for myself. I rub my temples as my mind race in agitation. I didn’t want any commitment and no, I wasn’t ready to share my soul with anyone but Efua had this charm I just couldn’t ignore. Truth was, I was scared shit of marriage and all the garbage it brings…the kids, the same woman all the time, the we-share-everything-together-attitude, the we-must-tell-each-other-everything-in-a-bid-to-be-honest, the regularized freedom. Aarghh, it was just so depressing!

I stood up, walked toward the wall and switched off the lights as I climbed the bed. I noticed Efua shift a bit and instantly, I knew she was still awake. I studied her shoulders gait as I reached out to touch her hair. I was drawn to her and I couldn’t stop myself. I pulled closer to where she lay curling herself at the corner like a spiral ball and cuddled her close. I felt her freeze in my arms as I planted a soft kiss on her neck. She just laid there still and quiet but I didn’t stop. I put my hands inside her boogie shirt as I roamed my hands over her slender stomach and round the curves of her breast. I felt her hand on top mine as she tried to stop it from roaming round her body. I flexed her hands against mine and held it tight against her stomach. I didn’t want to let go, I couldn’t even let go. I just wanted all of her but then, I remembered her warnings.

[Efua’s Mind…]
Kiss me please, I implore him in my head but I can’t move. I am paralyzed with a strange unfamiliar need, completely captivated by his doings. His sudden hand movement around my stomach area caused me to freeze and shiver at the same time. I felt fire run through my vein and it seemed like I was burning. I was hot, even with the split AC in the room, I was still hot. Damn It’soyha for doing this to me…I thought. I wanted to move out of his embrace, in as much as I wanted to cuddle with him, I couldn’t bare the feelings that erupted in me with his hands round about me.

I tried to squirm out from his hold but he held me tighter. Don’t do this…I pleaded within me, please don’t! I opened my eyes to see and prayed silently that this moment will pass away.

For a while, I thought he had fallen asleep behind me till I felt him turn me gently to my front as he lay on top of me. The look in his eyes was dark and shrewd, even in the dark I could see him, I knew he had evil intentions. I swallowed spit as I tried to maintain my calm.
Utibe It’soyha
It wasn’t an easy decision for me as I proceeded to climb on top her. It was either a lose-win situation for me. Either I had her tonight or I waited to marry her. I couldn’t wait for the latter, I picked the former. Her facial curves were so beautiful I couldn’t stop my hands from running through her face. I planted soft kisses on her face and neck and Efua didn’t resist. I began to wonder if she was playing games with me.

Sooner than I expected, she began to respond to my touches and somehow along the line, we shed off all our clothing. This was nothing I had ever experienced before, this was extremely intense and relishing. I didn’t know I could have so much pleasure from just foreplay and kisses. There was ultimately no need for sex at this point plus Efua was been difficult. I won’t deny, it turned me on the more because even as she was being difficult, she didn’t stop touching me. And then, I applied the use of my fingers and mehn, did she scream? She was so tight beneath my fingers but her continuous moans and gasp made me want to pleasure her more. However, at every thrust of my fingers, she pulled out her hips from my fingers but the way she arched her back and pushed her legs forward told me different.

I was confused at the mixed signal she was sending me. I knew she wanted it but at each time we got closer, she withdrew herself. I decided to play the games of her twist and turns and proceeded to use my mouth on her. At first, she ran away from the bed and I thought that was funny because her ass kept jiggling.

Quietly, I walked to her and kissed her full on the mouth… “Trust me Efua” I started as I kissed her nipples “I won’t hurt you”.

[Efua’s mind…]

Oh please, spare me! I hear my conscience telling me… it wasn’t like you are doing anything that bad, you are with somebody you care about, what was wrong with that? Give a little of yourself Efua, stop holding back. Who knows? He just might be the one, don’t go chasing him away with your so difficult attitude, no man wants that. Every man likes to feel needed, show him that you need him. Give him some pleasure…haba, he came all the way to spend the weekend with you and you hand him an ultimatum just like that? Show him a taste of what he wants, let him play with the cookies…just a little, he’s just a baby and we all know babies cry a lot. You don’t want that now, do you Efua? You know…, as ladies, we aim to please!

I sigh as I let him put his mouth in my area and I can’t explain the pleasure that ran through me. I was shaking, my legs were quivering. What was happening to me…foolishly I blurt out, “It’soyha, my legs, I can’t stop the shaking.”

“Just trust me Efua…shhh and enjoy.” He smiled wickedly at me. He carried me from where I was standing beside the curtains and placed me on the floor.

The coldness of the tiles seeped through my butt but sincerely, I didn’t mind. Funny enough, I was having fun, I couldn’t believe myself. I wanted more, I craved more but he was purposely not giving me more. I felt a sharp pain around my groin and hardness of my nipples. It was so painful, I had to touch myself at the nipples.

It’soyha looked up at me and smiled “Crazy you…” I heard him say as he moved up to kiss me.

I moved my mouth aside not wanting him to kiss me with the same mouth that came from down my area

“Come on, it’s all you I have in my mouth…are you saying you hate the taste of you?” I put my hands over his lips pushing him away as I struggled to stand up from underneath him.

“Where do you think you are running to?” he smiled as he dragged me by the legs and pinned me down, kissing me forcefully.

“Eww…” I said making a face

“That’s for you, not me.” He replied as he continued kissing me and I just felt my body respond without further objection.


[It’soyha’s Memoir…]
Date: 21st July, 2016
Location: Creek Waterhouse, Asaba
Time: 09: 45pm
Mood: Excited but anxious

So for the past five months, I have been restructuring myself and branching out my business especially at Abuja and Lagos and I’m amazed at the massive turnover. Work has been beautiful so far and I can’t be more grateful to my mum. She has been a source of strength to me.

More so, with friends like Dayo and Habeeb, I mean, you just have the world spinning at your fingertips.

Well, I haven’t been particularly close to Efua since the last time we spent together at Radisson Blu Anchorage and I can’t say I’m more disappointed at myself than at her. Oh please, don’t say I left her…she gave me an ultimatum to marry her and well…I’m just not ready at the moment.

I did talk to her a couple of times after that weekend-get-away but I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I really wanted her and her ass for myself. Seeing that I couldn’t get all that, I withdrew and I am pained at my decision but a man’s got to do what he has to do.

Good thing however is, I found Lagos to be quite resourceful for my business during my few stay there and I mentioned to my mum about branching out. Amazing thing…my mum already had the same idea and business proposal ready for Abuja and Lagos. I just couldn’t be a step ahead of her now, could I?

Dayo and Habeeb seem to be confused at my complicated self since I met Efua. I seem to have cut down less on women and drinking at the club and bars. I remember when Habeeb called in at my office one Tuesday afternoon during lunch and we sat down in the sofa at the middle point of my office room, to have a lengthy discussion about Efua. I didn’t know my friends had grown interested in my likeness for her so when I stopped going to Lagos frequently to see her, I thought naturally, that they did be happy but I was wrong.

“Soyha, what’s up with Efua?” Habeeb had started after we had talked about the new project finance management at Effurun, Warri.
“What’s up with her?” I retorted with eyes wide open
“I’m asking you, not the other way round. I can’t know what you ought to know.” He crossed his legs
“Habeeb, why the sudden interest in Efua? What’s up with you now?”
“Haba, I should be asking you that…what’s up with you. Have you two broken up?”
I snorted “Broken up? There was never a relationship!” I stood up as I walked to get two small glasses from the bar at the rear base of my office and poured in some red wine for both of us. I knew Habeeb was quiet because he was trying to sink in what I had just said and I knew he wanted me to further explain.
“Habeeb, stop looking at me like that, we weren’t even dating at all. Efua is fine by the way, so we cool.”
“How do you know that she’s fine? When last did you talk to her?”
“All this questions you’re asking me…when did you become her father?” I took a shot of the red wine and slammed my glass on the table
“Na you sabi. Hope you are okay sha?” he looked squarely at me “Dayo and I are worried about you, don’t give us high BP oh! We haven’t found our wives yet.”

I laughed at his sarcasm. So he was concerned about finding a wife. “So when I’m I supposed to move to Abuja?” He asked me

“Oh no Habeeb, you are not moving to Abuja, you are moving to Lagos with me.”
“What? I thought I was moving to head the Abuja branch, why Lagos?”
“Are you joking with yourself? My mum already has her team mapped out for the Abuja branch, and Dayo agreed to stay here at Asaba and continue as the CEO. You and I are moving to Lagos and you are heading that branch.”
“What about you?”
“Oh, don’t worry about me. I already own the company. You just worry about yourself and get ready to travel to Lagos with me on Saturday. We are launching it on Monday, the 25th of this month.” I smirked
“Wow, just when I thought I was going to Abuja to find me some senator’s daughter! Now, I have to settle for hustling babes in Lagos, so cool.” He clapped as he poured himself some more wine.
“Habeeb, seriously? You’ve got to be joking.”
“It’s not your fault you still have the player attitude in you. People like me will like to settle soon enough but not with some low life girl but what can I do. Like they say, when life hands you lemons, make a lemonade out of it.” He huffed.
“Really Habeeb, there are nice rich girls in Lagos, you just need to stay in the high-life places.”
“Yeah I know, but most of them are not family rich…they have sugar daddies and all. So I heard, all those Lekki and VI babes, they not clean. Abeg, I’m looking for a politician’s child, I need my share of the national cake.”
I laughed hard “So is it now the politician’s child that is clean? You must be foolish oh.”
“Whatever, I don’t care…I don’t like Lagos jhoor.” He laughed it off as he patted my back and left my office.

Thinking back to that day, I know that Habeeb will not forgive me for what I’m about to do. I know Dayo would be mad as fury too. Sincerely, I would have loved to tell them but I myself is not sure. I can’t bring up foolish hopes.

[Efua’s Mind…]

So I got this promotion at work for senior-associate and I can’t say exactly how excited I am at the moment. Not only did I get promoted, my firm assigned me to act in their stead as Company Secretary for ‘Civic Towers’.

My intention initially was to pursue a Ph.D degree after I had worked for 4 years but with this new promotion and all, I don’t feel right about going away just yet. My birthday is coming up soon and all my friends are going haywire about it. I particularly for one is excited but I don’t feel like throwing a big party, I mean I’m just going to be 26…why all the noise?

Yeah, I know I got a promotion at work and all but my firm already threw me a small celebration, why should I do myself another?

Big deal you say? Nah, I don’t think so. Big deal should occur when I’m probably getting married that is if I happen to get married in the first place! Oh It’soyha… [Smirks]…that was just a long shot away from home.

I knew he was going to leave me, even after that night, with him teasing me and all, I knew he was still going to leave…they all do. “What’s the deal with you anyway?” Louisa had asked me one time

I just laughed her off but my friend Louisa won’t just let me. I think that was around Valentine period when I had a full house and my cousin Denise was around. They all wanted to hear about It’soyha and whether we did be going off to someplace nice for valentine. Naughty Louisa even asked if he was taking me to Ontario. Really? Ontario? What’s that? Even at that, I got a valentine present from him, I wasn’t too surprised.

Truth was, at that point I hadn’t told them there was nothing going on between us because It’soyha kept sending me nice stuffs so even if I had said so, they just wouldn’t believe. I knew it’soyha to be nice but I didn’t know why he kept sending me presents every now and then. I didn’t want to call him, I didn’t even say thank you, I just packed them away someplace in my home. When Denise and Louisa found out later at the end of February, they just kept casting stones at me. I knew what I wanted, dating someone I wasn’t going to end up with was what I thought futile. Denise said I was wrong to believe like that but I’m sorry my mind is made up like that. I find it hard to undo else I’ll be dating someone and not give my all to him. I didn’t want that.

Right from the beginning, even though I really did like It’soyha, I knew what he wanted…he wasn’t even thinking marriage. Why date him in the first place? This thinking about him is a waste of my time, I have other better things to do.

Habeeb Bilyaminu Mukthar

I finally found my way to Lagos with ‘Soyha yesterday, Saturday the 23rd of July and I can say Lagos has changed a whole lot since the last 15 years. I don’t really travel down to Lagos except when I have to go out of the country from Lagos so all I know about Lagos is just hearsay.

Oh well…I’m here now about to start a new life away from friends and family and I can’t say how sad I feel but like ‘Soyha said on the jet down here…there will be better days ahead.

So today is Sunday and ‘Soyha said he has a big surprise for me. I’m wondering what’s going on but my boy won’t tell me. Very typical of him to be unpredictable. I go along with the flow so after he comes back from Mass, he tells me we are going to “The Wheatbaker” at Ikoyi…I’m like why are we headed there and he says it’s a surprise.

Now thing is, I love to take my camera with me everywhere I go especially if it’s a new place that I haven’t been. ‘Soyha and Dayo keep telling me to start up a blog review about places and food but I don’t have time for that crap. If anyone wants to know how a place is, they should go there and find out themselves or better still, visit the site. I have other better things to do, like business and girls.

We get to Wheatbaker at about 1:45pm and mehn…will I say this place is so exotic!!! I love, I think this will be one of my favorite spot in Lagos till I find me another. So we head to the poolside bar to get some drinks and I’m thinking that this is the perfect venue for an exhilarating break away from all the stress and what not of life.

Later on we head to the grill-room and my goodness…the aroma! I forgot how much ‘Soyha loved food. Maybe this was part of the surprise because I just kept taking pictures of all I could see. We had a mishmash of flavors- Ribs, Salmon, barbequed chicken and a southwestern salad.

‘Soyha kept looking around and I wondered what he was up to. He ordered lots of food by the way and said some friends were coming over. I didn’t understand what he meant by that. Was Dayo and his other friends coming here too? How come Dayo was in Lagos and I didn’t know? Did he make new friends during his past visits in Lagos? I didn’t quite understand.

I wanted to think it was the latter before I saw two girls walk in. The small slender one seemed happy to be in the room and the other average not-so –tall one seemed extremely excited. I think she kept grinning from ear to ear. Soon enough, other girls came around to join them and they were so happy chatting away and making funny girl noises. I couldn’t resist so I took a picture of them. I looked at ‘Soyha, he was restless.

Some minutes later, Dayo and a few of ‘Soyha’s cousins walked in. I was confused, happy and mad. So Dayo was around and I didn’t know? Was this the surprise? What the hell was going on?

Dayo came to me to ask me why they were all at the Wheatbaker and I asked him to ask ‘soyha because I didn’t have a clue either. I looked at my wristwatch, it was 4:15pm, I looked at ‘Soyha and asked him with my eyes what’s up? He mentioned that we were waiting for his mum and I buckled up immediately.

How could he not tell me his mum was coming around? How could he catch me off-guard? What the hell was wrong with this my friend? Then I remembered, the launching was tomorrow…it was typical to have a celebration before the launch, what was I thinking?

I beckoned to Dayo and the others and told them Mrs. Zika Utibe was coming and you needed to see them. They were all looking grim and proper. Oh yeah…Mrs. Utibe had that effect on us all, she was a strict disciplinarian and she wasn’t one to stand nonsense although she knew well enough, how to have fun.

Just then, Mrs. Zika Utibe walked in and the air around us changed. I’m in no position to describe to you how pretty and sexy Mrs. Utibe is even at her mid-fifties, that is just far from my call, Mr. Utibe must be a happy man. We all surrounded her with hugs and warm handshakes. She looked so glamorous and happy. I knew how much she loved money and business, this launch celebration obviously was no joke. It’soyha welcomed us all and gave his mother the honor of doing the toast.

Just after the toast, ‘soyha announced that he had a little business to take care of. Just as we were all wondering what the other business was, I watched him walk away from us and towards the girls aside. He stood there for a while talking. I then saw him put his hands in his pocket and as I was still trying to understand why ‘Soyha would flirt openly in front of his mum, I suddenly saw him get on his knees.

Oh no, I couldn’t keep it to myself! I clicked my video camera on and called the attention of the others. ‘Soyha was proposing and I had no doubt that the girl shedding uncontrollable tears was Efua. ‘Soyha has beat us all to it even Mrs. Zika was amazed at her last son’s audacity.