There’s this guy I met weeks ago. We had a plan to meet up. Meanwhile, he doesn’t stay far away from my estate—like 5–8km away. We’ve been chatting and getting to know each other. On the other hand, he said we should meet up. He brought up the suggestion that we meet at my house or his. I said I was okay meeting him at his house. I’m not the type to let people into my space just like that. The whole story is this: I got to Oga’s house. Oga offered me champagne. We did Netflix and chill, that kind of thing.
Then this werey started hard-wanting to sleep with me for a relationship that we haven’t even started. Naso una dey do? Naso I told him I was going home. The guy con changed face, frowning like someone who had been cursed. I didn’t even look at his face one time. Naso I carry my bag. He asked, “Should I drop you off?” I told him no need, my ride was outside waiting. Oga, we don’t do that here. I no get pu$$y to do bonanza, biko. To find love don hard. Na wa ooo. So na pussy first? Una no tell me now. Abeg, I no dey do.
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