#MBz40 - Aminat And Her Italian XXXPLOSIVE Job — Part III

Someone once asked via comments if these are the most appropriate shits to write about, considering the many bullshits happening in the world today like there are not enough websites and blogs distributing news by the second… no, I won’t engage my creativity in a room so stuffy that even your original contents may not be appreciated as there are lots of these lazy mofos waiting to steal them without even giving you credit. I am here doing my thing in my own way—something few popular bloggers do—and I am proud to inform you that I am growing every day with this… just wait till you see Ellen DeGeneres or Oprah Winfrey feature me on their shows before you know that this is effing real.

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And talking of timelines, I should brief you how I met Aminat on my twitter timeline. Okay, it was on a good day that I was scrolling through tweets on my timeline, obviously scanning for tweets to attack with repartees or those that needed my sexual replies, and then I saw her tweet: “can too much sex kill someone?” I instantly suggested we talked via Direct Messages to receive answers to that question, as I am a supposed sexology professor … she sent me a direct message like a miracle and I told her we should hook up, so we could find out if too much sex can kill or not—I prefer the direct practical teaching-learning experience… and that was when she told me she was in Italy.

One of the saddest news, you can tell, especially when she didn’t decline my offer but just informed me of a fact that made it impossible to proceed with. However, we continued with exchanging nutty and funny messages… and we later took it to WhatsApp, where we exchanged tons of visual and audio media.

Aminat had no boyfriend while I had no girl as well, and we just kept getting deeper into each other as we kept exchanging chats every day and night. She started acting jealous whenever I made flirtatious remarks on female followers’ tweets… and she was actually sweet, so we—against all odds—started a much distanced distance relationship.

this kind of thing... you know

A writer like myself, I wrote her couple of poems and even gave her a special name… and she also did some photo editing to express her love. Yes, I received lots of “Te Amo Mikell” text messages and love smileys… but she came with her many flaws as well: too much temper and always expanding any slightest sign that I might be playing her. However, you can guess that being patient and tolerating all her overseas lifestyle bullshits are about to pay off as she just told me that she is en route to my crib… which means I have to clean my room up and shit, guess writing my first Bluez for 2014 will have to so wait then; some very important shit is about to go down!

*phone rings — same random number*

Oh gosh! Don’t tell me this girl is at Alakia already… “Hello”

“Yeah, Mikell” her voice comes on, “we just parked in front of the house popularly known as ‘six flat’ in your area or is that not where you said you stay?”

Say what? That I am still thinking of cleaning and dressing up to go and pick her at Alakia, she is already at my gates?! “Yes, that is my gate … just walk in and you will see the building.”

"Aminat in my house?!"

“See you,” she chuckles, “I am already at your door, and I am opening it now … nice living room, where are you though? Come out or tell me where to locate you joor.”

I hear the door opens and closes … then footsteps … and the voice from my device sounds with a “surround” effect. I look at myself and realise I have just my boxers on as I just woke from a late-night sleep… no way I can scramble for a shirt to put on or anything, so I just collapse back on the bed.

“There you are…”

My eyes are shut—no way I will see myself in this unkempt manner with the super beautiful Aminat—but I can hear as she moves closer, and my inner eyes make me believe she is beaming with smile….

How Aminat appears...in my mind's eyes

“Hmmm… finally seen the mighty Mikell 3F Diggz”

Hearing the funny tone used in saying “Diggz”, I instantly remember that my soldier is still observing the morning military parade—OMG! Isn’t this embarrassing enough? Thinking I should just open my eyes and face the nightmare (or day-mare, as the case may be), but before opening my eyes, my soldier comes in contact with some foreign bodies—celestial, maybe, as stars instantly come into view.

“Oh yeah… this is going to be good” are the words coming to my ears as I feel my banana getting peeled and rubbed clean in preparation to be consumed by a thirsty monster.

Definitely…

…MikellzBluez Continues…

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