stories&nuggets

It's been ages since I've gone on a date or worn makeup or taken pictures  It's been ages since I've had a reason to smirk  talk less of smile It's been ages since I've done anything crazy, out-of-the-ordinary, anything "me" My head has just been buried in work, covered with deadlines, and queries to respond to, and attempts to going back to being jobless.  Then Tracey  Tracey won't let me be with the blind dates. this time it's with her IJGB cousin.  I said No.  Then she said, "You sound tired, I prepared KKF (plantain porridge) with half-ripe plantain".  This was and will always be my all time fav. So this time,  I said Yes.  .  .  .  I like my food served with aesthetics and steam (as e dey hot)  Tracey knew that too.  I came.  I ate.  was about to leave...  When Charles walked in.  I only knew he was tall.  I didn't notice the color of his skin, his eyes, his dentition or his tone (Bari or bass)  He was forward though  .  .  .

 I never saw myself as the victim, never.  .  .  .  I've been thinking of which content to post for the past two weeks, not out of lack of content but because I've not had time to arrange the numerous things in my head.  Well, I'm not about to start with my excuses, the year is too early for that. So let's just skip to the topic for the day.  So, I'm lying on my bed and going through Instagram when I see a picture of my "almost one-night-stand". I examine his body and it's so fine.  Then I remember how we were friends in camp. Two boys and a girl (me). I wondered how they (the boys) must have agreed to share me in their head. Who must have decided to go first.  You know the stories they tell us about camp na.....  Whatever happens in camp, stays in camp.  Married women go there to get loose.  Guys go there for sex sprees and orgies.  And lots more.  But here I was, being friends with two guys who I knew wanted to sleep with me eventually.  I was seriou