ADVENTURES OF SST Lagos Girls and Christmas Wahala! PART TWO And so this girl started to patronize me as the season approached. Applying the mode of operation of most Lagos society ladies, which is usually to move from the general to the specifics. Like a military commander giving orders for an operation. First as the Holiday season gets nearer and nearer it was; “ha, Oga SST what’s there for the girls?” And before you can think of something cheap, like greeting cards for the girls, they will quickly move to the specifics, giving away their hidden options. “Haba, Oga SST, won’t you take us to Silverbird Cinema? 2face is having a show there, you know!” she said happily. Sometimes, I love the great faith of these young ladies. A man that at most cashes a cheque of 5,000 naira, you still want him to take you out for a 20,000 naira show, and you work at his bank? You can’t even guess his worth? Anyway, Lagos women possess great faith. Always believing men have a hidden source of funds. My problem with Lagos girls was I never knew how to say, no, to them, like a police officer confronted with a bribe. And since I couldn’t learn to say no, I made sure I learn how to survive without a ‘no’. So I agreed to Cindy’s request to take her out on Christmas day to the show. And as if that was not enough, she added another one; “Oga SST, my friend just arrived from Paris, she is lonely, and can she come along? Please...!”. I quickly answered, as If I could not wait to have her friend added to the team; “of course, Cindy why not? She can come along, we can do with more company, it’s the festive period, so where can I come and pick you girls?” I said; making it sound as if taking them out was my best Christmas gift. “Hmmm, maybe we can come and meet you at home, just give me your address.” She said with a patronising smile. Cindy am I just coming to Lagos? I asked myself. She knows by the time I cross the gutters to her house, I won’t price her meal beyond a plate of rice. Lagos, everybody is an actor...EKO NI BAJE! “Alright, meet me at the Ikeja Estate, that’s where I’m staying for now. My accommodation is yet to be processed.” I said smiling back. I needed to make an early excuse to cover up for any shortcoming before they see the deplorable condition of my place. I could see her smiling sheepishly; she was not new to the game too. So on Christmas morning, I made sure I got a new grape wine bottle and sandwiched it in my refrigerator amongst the packs of sachet water. You know the wine? Made in Ikorodua with the Italy label? And all you need to make it foreign was to exchange the rubber cork with an old wooden one. And since one of my guest was said to be just arriving from abroad - as Cindy claimed, I decided to search for a wooden cork and have a foreign wine. You can trust girls, Cindy that said it would be a problem locating my place was knocking on my door by 9a.m. I quickly sprayed the last drops of my body perfume and opened the door for them. TO CONT
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