It is very funny but so true that some
people are in the year 2014 while
many others are in 2013C… meaning
the New Year actually gives nothing to many except for the change in calendar.
But tell you what: #MikellzBluez has
started giving out super new shits and is promising to give you more,
even if nothing is making the New Year anything new to you.
And talking of new shits happening
this New Year, Aminat’s arrival is the best opener that anyone in my shoes can
wish for… or didn’t she just say she is in Nigeria? My one and only Aminat is
in Nigeria… please, where is she?
“I am in Ibadan!”
*rubs eyes and blinks to confirm my
sleeplessness*
Am I dreaming? Aminat is in Ibadan?
One funny thing about Ibadan to me is the fact that anywhere you may be located
in there is always a “next door” to me—no matter how distanced—except I just
don’t want to knock on your door. “Where, in Ibadan, are you?” I ask.
“You didn’t even ask what I am doing
in Nigeria and what brought me to Ibadan … all you care about is my location,
so we can see and you can kill me with ‘that’ your anaconda like you’ve always
promised, right?”
Aminat is in Ibadan ... Skelewu! Skelewu!! |
“Sweetheart, no vex naw,” I coo into my earphone, “you know
I am so surprised and excited ni, I
am sorry.”
“Anyways, even if you have no interest
in knowing, me, I am ready to tell.”
*chuckles and looks at my device’s
screen to see the timer reads: 00:20:43*
Wait! Who called who? Alright, she
did—better not start a story I didn’t ask you when I call you—so she can tell
me everything she desires to. No problem as I am actually doing nothing except
trying to write my first Bluez for
the year, and I know my readers will even understand my reason for the delay.
My face ... when I call and a girl is telling me some irrelevant shit |
Like seriously? It is one thing to
receive a Nigerian call from Aminat; it is another to know she is actually at
my Dickson’s reach—oops! Arm’s reach… it is definitely massive to have her
explaining her mission—not like I don’t give a shit—like I am “the man”. Yes,
and you know what “the man” gets at the end of the day… you are definitely
thinking what I am thinking.
“You didn’t even check on me, if you
have, you would have seen that I have been offline for five days now … yes, I
have been in Nigeria since three days ago.”
Oh yes! But I did … my WhatsApp chats
and BBM pings didn’t deliver, so I thought she was having issues with her
device. But to be candid, I keep too many girls on the list to put extra time
into finding out why a supposed far distanced girl is not connected… I just
move on like: “I’ll see you when I see you.”
“You could’ve mentioned me on Twitter
though—or am I not your girlfriend again? How did you cope without talking to
me? What if I didn’t come to Naija
but it was something else had happened to me in Italy that made me appear
offline?”
“I am so sorry, baby…” I am crazy, I
know, “nothing evil will happen to my baby in Jesus name.”
“I’ve heard you oh,” she waves off my
fake apology and I can feel it in my ears, “anyways, my brother is getting
married to a Yoruba girl in Ibadan, so we are lodging at one hotel like that at
Bodija—I can’t remember the name.”
"What do you mean you lost 'the key' to your punani?" |
“Well, I got so bored… then I remember
you said you stay at one Alakika or something”
“Alakia” Come and see fast correction,
autocorrect is learning, I swear.
“Yeah, Alakia…” she says, “so, I asked
one of our drivers and he said he knows the area wel—”
[PAUSE] I swear some sick god—Loki,
maybe—must be messing with my head right now. The rate at which everything is
falling into place seems like a horny god is setting me up to please his voyeur
mind… seriously, mama never told me there would be days like this.
"Yeah right, Mikell ... now, lemme see some action" |
…MikellzBluez Continues…
#MBz39 ©
2014
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