My Complex Love Story – Episode 52 **Girls At Hassy’s Crib** ’20 man shall fall that day if you cross my lane oh, all your man shall fall that day if you cross my lane oh. Oya back to the matter open and close, touch your toe…’ Were the lyrics of ‘Wizkid – the matter’ track I was singing as I came out of the bathroom after bathing. And I started wondering why a regular Nigerian would gbagaun and we would want to crucify him, but when Wizkid says ’20 man’ instead of 2 w0men’ we say; ‘chai! This song sweet oh’… BTW, Gbagaun, means a blunder in spoken english. ‘Ode, dey fast wear cloth make we dey commot’ Dominic said, bringing me back to reality. I don’t still get why he always has to be abusive in every statement he makes towards me, even till date. ‘Na your papa be ode!’ I fired back. ‘That one na you and the old man wahala, sha do fast wear cloth. I no know why you like to dey do like woman at times’ He replied. I didn’t understand what he meant by that but I figured it would be best if I just ignored him, kept quite and let it go. ‘Mumu, fine girls go don dey hin house by now oh, so better no dress like carpenter’ He said, while I was looking into my wardrobe to find a suitable cloth to wear. ‘Wetin girls go dey do for hin house by now? No be night the bash dey hold?’ I asked, kinda confused. ‘Eh, na night, but you suppose know how Hassy dey na, the guy na confirmed ashewo’ He replied. I assumed Hassy was the host of the bash and figured Dominic has a point because to be sincere, Hassy is sorta like and ashewo. BTW, ashewo is actually a yoruba word for ‘prostitûte’ but in this case it means a guy who is a flirt. Anyway I dug out my black ‘POLICE’ brand T-shirt and a black jean to match, I looked like someone who was going for either a burial or a night operation. ‘After all na to organize the bash we dey go for, I fit come house change before the main bash start’ I thought to myself as we walked out of the house and headed to Hassy’s crib. *** Almost all my friends happens to be quite Independent in terms of living separately from their parent. I don’t really know if it’s just coincidental or it’s a trend, but either ways it’s just fact. And Hassy isn’t an exception, only that his own case is a funny one. His family house is like every average duplex with a boys quarter. But Hassy lives in the boys quarter all in the name of ‘Independence’. Funny and stûpid right?. Anyway, I and Dominic eventually got to his house, or should I say boys quarter barely 10 minutes later on a bike, since he lived in the estate too. The door was opened so we just walked in without knocking, after all true friends don’t knock. The room was a yellow tiled room, and the only piece of furniture was a big bed which covered a quarter of the room and a plastic chair and table. On the wall was a professionally hanged 21inches LCD tv set with a state of the art Multi- speakers deck. The Room also had an air conditioner and a blue light which both gave the room a cozy feeling. In summary the room looked rather nice and beat my imagination. As Dominic had predicted, there were two girls in his house, while one was busy Facebooking with a laptop I assumed was Hassy’s, the other had her tongue in Hassy’s mouth, kissing him like no man’s business. On seeing this cräzy scene I came to the conclusion that; ‘maybe living in the boys quarter ain’t so stùpid after all, I might try it at home, if only my dad won’t have my head for dinner’ I smiled at this thought and just wiped it out. ‘Oga how far!’ Dominic finally said to get his attention. He reluctantly withdrew from the intensive kissing session and had a glimpse at the ‘Idiòt’ that was disturbing his fun. I read his thought. His eyes got bright and he raised an eye brow in excitement as he saw me standing beside Dominic. ‘Chistar! My nigga! When you land Nah?’ He is actually one of the few people who still calls me chistar. ‘Oboy na just yesterday oh’ I replied as I walked over to the bed to shake him, or something like that. ‘na him you no know say you go call me say you they come?’ He asked. I wondered why everybody was asking me same question, first it was Dominic and now Hassy; ‘shey na una we born me?’ I thought. ‘Oga forget that one first. Who be all this shawties wey dey here na? You no wan introduce me?’ I asked diverting the topic to the girls who were around. ‘Oh, no vex jhur. This one na Jessy’ he said referring to the one who was kissing him. I stretched my hands and said; ‘nice to meet you’ she just replied with a smile. ‘while that one na Teniola, Her junior sister’ Hassy continued. ‘Hi?’ I said to the junior sister who ironically looked more matured than Jesse, In every way, even her front and back. ‘Hi, but you can call me Tenny’ She replied and stretched her hand for a shake. ‘Ok, then, Tenny it is’ I agreed and shake her. It was more than a shake, because she tickled my hand with her index finger and winked at me. I guess you know what that meant.
Posted on: Sat, 17 Jan 2015 11:23:21 +0000
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