As written by ODEYEMI PELUMI (@zoepearls)


I gently placed my hands oh her shoulder, and slowly pushed her away. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this.”

She looked at me for a while. “Are you the last born? Why are you making a big deal out of this? Seriously it’s no big deal.” She began to raise her voice. “You don’t have to shout. You are a very wonderful lady and I respect that. You are funny, outspoken and I like that fact. But don’t you think that by doing this, you are going overboard? We haven’t even known each other for up to three months. And as a matter of fact, this is the second time I’m seeing you in my whole life. . .” I explained so she could understand me, but she replied sharply. “Wait dude, what is the whole speech all about, I didn’t ask you to date me, neither did ask you to have sex with me, it was just a kind gesture, it’s all fine, we are cool, I’m serious.” She started talking as if nothing had happened. “Are you sure you are not mad at me?” I asked. “Why would I be? I should be the one asking that question.” She replied.

Since it was all settled, I thought it was time to go, then Sandra looked at me and said “I don’t have to beg you to ask for my number, do I?” I had totally forgotten to ask for her number, the whole drama that just happened between us has really destabilized me, that I didn’t even remember to do that. “My bad!!! I’m sorry I totally forgot.” I brought out my ‘palasa’ and gave it to her, she looked at the phone, then she smiled, collected the phone and pressed in two numbers, and saved them as ‘Sandra 1’ and ‘Sandra 2’ respectively.

“I don’t have to beg you to ask for my number, do I.” I repeated the same thing she had said earlier. So she brought out her PHONE. Yes! It has to be stressed, because that was what should be referred to as phone, and not my BB Tour. It was a Samsung ‘touch-screen’ phone, well I don’t know about now, but then, Samsung phones were considered to be one of the most expensive phones. I held the phone carefully to avoid stories that touch the heart, and pressed on the screen with my middle finger, my one and only phone number. It was then it occurred to me that she was a ‘rich kid’.

We said good night to each other, and I gave her a hug, then we departed. That was around 3am, so I headed straight to my room. As I was going, I was wondering “this girl must be really rich o”. I got to my room, everyone had slept, Mayowa was on his bed sleeping too. I just climbed my bunk and slept.

What next? Find out in EPISODE 12 and don’t forget to share with friends.


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