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AWKWARD WAYS I MET GIRLS PART 1

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AWKWARD WAYS I MET GIRLS PART 1


Along Came A Spider
.
In the beginning was Sade. And Sade was with
me (, and I with her). And Sade was Love.
Yes, in the romance books of Stag chapter 1
verse 1, Love was virtue.
And it was all that kept me going, until along
came a spider named Bimbo. And through sheer
stroke of fate, I was caught in her web. A sweet
web though. A sweet web of s*x. Of discreet
romance, and of pure ecstasy. And so, although
Love remained a virtue, the new vice was
sweeter.
Bimbo had six legs that marvelled my ‘third leg’.
She rewired my brain, re-engineered my thinking
and revised a sub-chapter in The Stag Book of
Love & s*x.
The rain had just been drizzles the whole
morning. It will not stop, yet will not fall heavily
once and stop. Sade had just called. Well,
nothing serious. Just those petty lovers’ calls, to
update each other of how the day is going for
you.
Like now, she just told me how her area was
really messed up. Muddy roads, crowded bus-
stops, traffic, and how she ended up standing
for about an hour and half because the bus-stop
was crowded.
Yes, in Lagos on a monday morning is not
exactly the best of time to go out, except to
work if you don’t have your own ride. Bus-stops
are usually crowded with workers rushing to
work.
On this particular day, it had been raining.
Things get worse when it rains.
Worse still is the part of Lagos she stays, Abule-
Egba.
You won’t understand if you do not know this
area well.
I stay around Akowonjo. Everything is same
here on a rainy monday morning. Except, the
mud. Its not been a nice morning at all. But
when I get to talk with Sade, I feel some kind of
sensation that relaxes my nerves. Every worries
begin to calm off and eventually fade away.
There’s something about love we don’t
understand how it works. But it works.
Especially when you hear her call you ‘Baby’ eg
‘Baby, I really wish you were here with me’
Woow!
Love!
It feels sweet. Like honey. Its so healthy. More
so, when she’s such beauty to behold. Brown
complexion. Not dark, not fair kinda complexion.
You call her ‘Angel’, she ends her text messages
to you with ‘Luv u, hon.’
You lay on your bed thinking about her, her
voice, the beautiful way she makes you feel.
Well, maybe now is not the time to let you into
how caring, and well bred Sade is. Just hang
on!
The day went on really fast. Otherwise the rain,
smoothly too. A rainy Lagos has something
attached to it- Lateness to work. Damn! A lot of
people get to work late on such days. I guess as
its an issue most bosses have to deal with.
Sometimes, my boss is considerate. A lovely
woman indeed. Thank God for her, I would have
had a memo that day.
I did my job. But realizing the rain got heavier
later in the day, I decided to leave office as early
as I could to beat the hell traffic will unleash that
evening.
Sade too figured out a way to leave as early as
she could to beat the madness of a traffic-
ridden wet Lagos when workers poured out at
4pm.
A smart thing to do. After the much traffic from
yaba through Ikorodu road, Maryland, Mobolaji
Bank-Anthony through Ikeja-Along, Cement
busstop, I dropped at Dopemu-under bridge and
walked to the round out where I
took okada home. Phew! I got home around
8:30pm, even having left the office early enough
at 4:30. Sade got home around 10:30pm. She
had left around 5.
Well, my room was in a mess. Too tired to start
putting anything in order, I just took a short
rest.
It was an hour later I got up and tried to fix
something for dinner. Though there was bread,
butter and I could make tea, I choose the ever
loyal noodles. Delivering students, singles,
bachelors out of hunger since before the
beginning! Fast, little stress and you have
yourself a meal.
Just as I was finishing off the last strands of the
noodles my phone rang- Sade.
Two of her friends were stranded, and she
thought I could be of help. And so…
Along came the Spider
By the time I ended the call with Sade, she had
explained in detail how two of her friends Bukky
and Bimbo were coming back to lagos from
Ijebu-Ode and had gotten into a very heavy
traffic on Lagos-Ibadan expressway, close to
Redeem Camp, traffic had started slowly until it
became jammed.
They had eventually arrived Lagos but very
late.
To their surprise, the ever busy Oshodi didn’t
have as many people and very few buses. The
rain had made businesses close early and traffic
probably had made bus drivers go home early.
After waiting for a bus to Sango-Abule egba,
they luckily got one going to Egbeda. They
intended dropping while the bus turns into
Dopemu. Though away from the danger of
Oshodi at about 12midnight, they had little hope
(if any) to get a bus to Abule-egba.
At this point she had suggested they could
sleep over at my neighbor’s room.
My neighbor she was talking about is a lady
beside my room.
Well, I obliged to talk with Rumi to allow them
sleep. Though I thought it awkward. In the
house, there were three rooms. Rumi stays in
one and Jay stays in the third. I would have
preferred to sleep in Jay’s room and let them
have mine for the night, than having to ask
Rumi for such favor. I barely even know the
girls.
She gave them my number and gave me one of
theirs for easy of communication. I got to them
15minutes later and took them to my place.
They were thoroughly shaken by the stress of
the day.
So I tried to make them something to eat. I
made them tea as there was only bread and
butter to eat.
I had changed the sheets before I went for
them. I just helped plugg water for bath and told
them to be free and make themselves
comfortable. At that point one of them spoke up
“I am Bimbo. And she is Bukky” pointing to her
friend.
“Oh! Yeah, Sade already mentioned so. But
apparently, I couldn’t have known who’s which”
“Its really nice to meet you. And thanks for
saving us tonight. We really appreciate this” she
said.
I told them contrary to the earlier arrangement
of staying over with my neighbor for the night,
they could stay in my room. And I’ll stay over at
a friend’s.

In the minutes that followed, we all got talking.
They talked about their ordeal. They had left
Ijebu-Ode at 4pm and had hoped to be in Lagos
before 6pm since it was 1 hour, 30 minutes
journey. Bimbo and Bukky seemed very lively
bunch. We didn’t feel like strangers at all. And in
the end, it didn’t seem like they wanted me to
leave sef.
By now it was around 2am, we were still talking
& stuff. But I had to sleep so I went over to
Jay’s. I had already told him even before I went
to get them.

I turned on my laptop and told them to be free
with everything. I had a modem on it too. I left,
with a hanger of my trouser, shirt and tie. Shoes
too.
I knew they’d still be sleeping by the time I
should be in the office.
I left for office from Jay’s room. By the time I
got to the office Sade and I had spoken twice. It
wasn’t until around 10am my phone rang. It was
Bimbo on the line. She was apologizing for
having woken up late and the inconveniences
they have caused me.
Of course, it wasn’t. Its not rocket science to
know people who just had such a day would
over-sleep the morning. Considering they slept
after I left at 2:30am. Maybe even much later.
She asked where they could drop my key, I told
her where to leave it.
Sade was happy at the kind gesture. They had
told her how hospitable I was. I was glad I could
help.
Later in the evening, when I got home I was
shocked when I stepped into my room. My room
was as neat as can be. They had helped arrange
my things in order. Bed well laid out.
Everywhere was tidy!
Lying on my laptop was a note:
“We really appreciate your help. We can’t repay
enough. Thanks.
Bimbo&Bukky”
Hmmm… I thought I had seen the gratitude but
No! I was about to find out how sweet the
nectar of appreciation was.
.
Like sugar like Bimbo!..

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