In
Abuja, it was a chill Saturday night and there was light (thank God), the
previous night I went clubbing at the bank with friends which was mad fun and
so I decided to stay in this night. I just had dinner and decided to just lay
in bed, watch tv till I fall asleep. At exactly 9.15pm my phone rang, it was my
friend (now the fool) from the previous night, he said "hey can you come out?"
"There's some house party I want you to come for" I'm like "aiit
cool as long as you pay for my cab" and he agreed. I got up, got dressed,
put some makeup on, called a cab and I was on my way to the address. (more
after the cut)
I
got there, I called my friend, told him I was outside and he could come sort
out the cab guy only for him to say he just left the place. I was like WTF? But
you called me to come and you said you would sort out the cab and I had no cash
and I left my ATM card at home because well there was no use carrying it
because there was no money to withdraw anyway (one of those owù moments, that
the brokeness flu hit me as well). I got so confused, I was like why on earth
did you leave, he was like the party got boring, too my lads, few birds. I was
like then why the hell did you not inform me like, so I won't bother coming.
And he said it skipped his mind. I was fuming like, who does this? Is this even
legal? To just call someone make plans and then do whatever you like and leave
them stranded when I could have been in my bed jeje watching regular show? I
was shaking.
Cab man started getting impatient
like "madam abeg I no fit wait again o" luckily I saw one of his
friends at the party who I pleaded with him to pay and he said he only had 1k
on him at the moment and it was 1500k so I searched my bag, found 4h added it
and begged the driver to accept it, he agreed and sped off. At that moment I
knew I was fucked because how would I get back home now? To calm myself down, I
said fine, at least let me go in the party, drink and forget my problems for
5mins then figure out a way to get back home. Worse idea, party was shit, awon
lame boys n girls playing some lemon drinking game I couldn't even figure out
let alone participate in, no cute guys sef to drool over, even worse I felt
overdressed wearing flats and a mini dress among people wearing slippers and
jeans and we all know this is an annoying feeling.
Alcohol
that was flowing sef was some shit ass booze, not vodka which I love. I was so
sad, just stormed out, walked to the road thinking about my life and how I
managed to end up in this fucked up situation out of nowhere and how I've
wasted my makeup, as we all know MAC aint cheap, I started crying on the road,
it was already 11pm I just stood there watching cars drive past, some probably
assuming I was a slag looking for customer for the night. Just when I thought
all hope was lost, a cab man and his male passenger stopped and were like
"madam why are you crying?" I was like my friends left me stranded
and I have no money to go home, they pitied me and said we'll drop you at your
junction and I was like omg omg thank you, God bless you. I dried my eyes, we
drove off and finally got to my junction which was far from their destination
and I thanked them and told them bye, as I walked to my estate gate the male
passenger ran to me and said ah, let me walk you, make sure you're safe and I
was like you really don't have to thanks (I said so because I knew the next
thing was to collect my number which I didn't want even though he was nice to me,
but he wasn't cute, 100% not my type of guy, infact if he stopped me on the
road on a normal day, I would hiss and ignore his ass for the level of
disrespect). Well he insisted on walking me and I said okay just so I won't
repay his kindness with rudeness. When I got to my estate gate I told him
thanks and then what I dreaded happened, he asked for my number. Not to be rude
I gave him and I knew I'd regret it.
Mehn
this nigga has been calling me like 10times every day at first I picked so he
won't say he was nice and now I'm being a typical bitch but mehn he started
calling night call time o like 1am, 2am, which I didn't even know still
existed. I couldn't deal I stopped picking, on a normal day 5missed calls in
the morning, 3missed calls in the noon and 10 missed calls at midnight. It's
true what they say, only ugly people are nice, I guess. TF should I do?
Moral
of the story, if you don't have money like me
biko stay at home, never go out without having at least money to sort out your
own tp even if you aint paying and if your instincts tell you to just stay home
mehn just sit your ass at home.
Question
of the day: Am I wrong to ignore his calls even
though he was really nice to me and helped me when I was stranded cos he wasn't
going in my direction but changed it just to help me? If you were in my shoes,
what would you do?
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