Egbami o, it all started one cool evening like that, I wore fine jeans and black V- neck top, I even managed to spray perfume and do makeup including the dreaded eyebrows. What was in my mind was, you never know where you’ll find husband, thinking about it now, what was I thinking? So I went to Asoula to settle some ish and then proceeded to buy the mattress at Owoola. You know me now, so I left the first shop to the second and so on, looking for the best deal meanwhile, the bike man already advised me to price it mercilessly as that was the only way I would get the best deal, so I put on my Ibadan-Lagos pricing face, with the formula in my head, ‘slash the price in half and add small’.
When I got there, I used my eyes to scan mattress, chose the one I wanted in my head then proceeded to price it. When I was done, I wanted to call my sister to notify her but Nigeria struck, and by that I mean my battery was low. So as per customer, I borrowed his phone to flash my sister who promptly called back. So as security, I left my phone number on the receipt, worst mistake ever if you ask me. He has not stopped calling since then and it’s almost a month. The last time he called, instead of avoiding it, I picked it up and answered. I was sure to use impeccable English that will surely intimidate his thick Igbo accent. He has not called back.
Guys need to understand that if a girl likes you just like someone said, ‘she’ll be soft like today’s bread’ don’t push it, be confident, intelligent, smooth and if you can help it rich and fine and voila you have girls but before then? Good luck to you o!!
So someone told me ‘you’re pretty’ this week again and this time, I believe it because he had no cause to lie. Compliment somebody, you never know how much that helps. And my new book will be out on Saturday, titled ‘Ride on Pastor’ on Okada books, you know the drill. Thanks for the everyday support.
Oh and please recommend a better network than airtel.
Till next time,
❤
OMO AYAN.
