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    Got to the party at exactly 7:50pm, got down with
    my borrowd Chuck Taylors(Original Ones oh!). But
    Faith remained inside.
    “Guy! Where the greenspring babe?” I asked
    Asamoah again.
    *Pardon the convo please? why I dey beg una
    self?*
    Asamoah: You be Banku pah, you want greenspring
    girls when you have some caged Hot beenshes
    right in your house?
    Me: (startled) I nor understand you oh A$AP.
    Asamoah: Charly, those two girls in private
    universities that leaves in the same house with you
    na hungry lions!

    Me: (laughing) Guy forget, dem too dey form jare.
    Asamoah: See you, you dey fall my hand! Anyhow,
    Faith is your date, I promised I was gonna peg
    you with her if she tweets about the party
    At this moment, I wasn’t sure of the feelings I was
    showcasing. Was I shocked? Happy? Sad? Or Just
    indifferent?.. Like she retweeted to be pegged with
    me? That hot girl? Why? I no reach her class nah!
    Person wey Lynxx, Wizkid and Dbanj dey follow for
    twitter? Chai! Self Esteem ran from 20% to 120%.
    “Guy nor use me play oh! Nor just try am”. I said
    with a smiley face. Praying hard that he doesn’t say
    he was joking. He punched me on my chest teasing
    me with words I didn’t even hear.
    “Asap wia d booze na? Dispensers are ready”,
    michael shouted standing at the gate of the house.
    Asamoah went to the boot to take the drinks he got
    and took them inside saying “Ladi, remember, One
    Boy, One Girl, go and win your ticket manl.
    I tried tweeting at her but damn! Network was bad.
    I went to open the car and there she was, sitting
    and tweeting. “Ok, those are the best laps I have
    seen so far since ummm.. Today? ” I shouted with
    the little morale I got from Asamoah as she looked
    at me with a smile and said “That is one”..
    *Convo
    Me: Aha! Ok, Nice Dress
    Faith: I know, that was why I wore it.
    Me: (motivated) Ok! I will say it.
    I guess she was crushing on the ever Blunt twitter
    character I possessed. So I tried being blunt in a
    funny way.

    She placed her palm by her ear(sign that she is
    listening) and said “Oya!”.
    *Convo
    Me: Ok, you knew I was gonna be your date and
    you wore this brea.st packaging dress? Knowing
    fully well I might loose my senses of sense? (I said
    with a “YOLO” face).
    Faith: Like you lost it in my A$$ this evening right?
    Me: (shocked and laughing) Damn! You a sense
    finder?
    Faith: Nope! The mirror by the window detected a
    lost sense I guess.
    Me: That’s sad, because I am yet to retrieve that
    sense. (The humour exchanges were getting boring,
    so I opted out before it died).
    Me: So, is my ticket to my first official big budget
    party ready to be checked? Seems I got a VVVIP
    ticket.
    Faith: Sure, but tickets can’t walk you know?
    Me: Ayaaaay! This aint what I am thinking right?
    Make I carry you?
    Faith: (laughing) No Dummy, take me to the ticket
    counter.
    “In Just 20mins, I don turn my real twitter self? And
    this girl is crushing on me? Chai! I must phuck(dis-
    virgin) before 2012 finish!!! I must show Aunty
    Joyce!!, Esther must pay for making me tag myself
    a Houseboy. Oga Abu must be paying me monthly
    salary”.
    These were thoughts I had as I walked through the
    hefty HFP officials paid to be bouncers for the
    night. Thanks to Asamoah and this Faith, my self
    esteem is high. And am balling with rich kids. Won’t
    be surprised if Jimoh Ibrahim, or Inegbeniki’s kids
    attended the party self .


      


    9pm.
    Party was jamming, girls were everywhere and
    booze were pouring out of the water dispenser like
    it was ummm.. Water I guess . Faith saw one or
    two of her school mates there and was discussing
    with them, and I was chilling with Tobby, the
    supposed DJ right inside the mini bar in the sitting
    room. We were in the same Technical crew in
    church, so standing beside him wasn’t new to both
    of us.
    “You dey bassz n Gasz?” Tobby shouted in my ears.
    I looked at him and shouted back into his ear: “No!
    What of you?” (Bassz=Drinking, Gasz=Smoking).
    He laughed and said “EL- O- EL (LOL)”. I wasn’t
    focused on what he was saying anyway, all I
    wanted to know was the exact location of my
    Ticket. Not like I saw anyone smoking on the dance
    floor.
    I was letting my eyes wander about looking for faith
    when I saw a very drunk Yvonne in a skimpy short
    gown that made me forget faith for an instant.
    “Hi Danladi”, she said as she punched me on my
    chest.
    A strong alcoholic odour swayed in from her mouth
    as Tobby laughed and said “That’s what am talking
    about baby”.
    Yvonne was Asamoah’s junior sister. More like a
    half sister (she was gonna be 17 by January) as
    Asamoah was his mom’s last born. Yvonne was born
    out of wedlock but her mom was known as the
    second wife. Like Asamoah, she just finished her
    whatever exam they said they write in
    Greensprings (I hear say dem no dey write waec
    ) and she was to travel to london for the
    continuation of her studies. Oh! She made me
    conclude Asamoah’s Sisters were endowed at the
    “BackYANSH”.
    “Oh common! Don’t wait on the lady inviting you to
    the dancefloor naurrie boy, she might not ask you
    know?” Yvonne whispered in my ears with one hell
    of a seductive voice. Omo! Na so Lagbaja begin dey
    sing oh!! Come dey vex say he wan commot for
    mask.
    “That altered my ego you know? Oya lead the way”.
    I said in a much manner I believed to be a “drunk”
    me as I winked at Tobby. She held my hand at the
    back, just above her A$$ as she led me through the
    dance floor.
    Something came over me that made me grabbed
    her super huge A$$ and the only thing I expected
    was a slap on my face. Didn’t really care of what
    might happened though, all I thought was “That’s a
    super soft A$$!!!!!!!”.
    TO BE CONTINUED


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