THE APARTMENT is where a girl will like to pitch her tent
One where
she would intentionally leave her things every time she visits
One which
she dreams and hopes that she has her own set of keys to
One that
makes the ajebutter girl feel at home while it makes the ajepako girl feel she’s made
It is the
point where some virgin personally submits her virginity…
The apartment,
Too cozy
to be true
It has
everything that would make you want to renounce your Pa’s and want to live in
it for a long time
She
enters into his apartment and her perception about him automatically changes
All of a sudden,
he is rated a ten - in her head
Now he is
a ‘one out of ten’ guy, a
ten in a ten million guy – in her head
The apartment
It speaks
for the guy
He doesn’t
need to say much
His very cozy
sofa is sending clear messages to her head through her relaxed buttocks
In this
apartment, she will toast herself for him in her mind. She will also say ‘yes’, to him by herself- in
her mind
The
bedroom is a very comfortable sexy trap
If she
dare lay on the bed in it, she’s ‘taken’
Players
know the power of a killer apartment.
He will make
her lunch – some killer creatively prepared noodles, veggie prepped, suya laced,
barbecued chicken topped and served with a chilled glass of pineapple juice
He will
watch a movie with her on his sleek flat screen as his correct sound system
echoes every sound from the blockbuster
He sits
there, confidently, clad in his sparkling white ‘stay at home’ T-Shirt and navy
blue shorts that reveal his gym trained body. Yet, he keeps his hands to himself.
By herself,
she suddenly holds him, faking that she is scared of one small scary scene in
the movie that she would have laughed about if she were watching alone
Afterwards,
he will say he wants to relax in his bedroom, asking if she will like to join
him
Then she
will say to herself and then to him: “I don’t mind taking a nap”
*Interlude*
At 7pm
sharp…
She’s
lying naked under the bed sheets; he’s standing by the bed side, fully dressed
He wakes
her up… taps her briskly.
She mutters
a few words from her sleep and stretches
With one
eye open, one eye closed; one brezz
out, one brezz covered
‘You’re
up’ she says.
‘Yes I am’
he responds sharply. ‘I have something urgent to attend to. I need to leave now’.
He says, simultaneously looking at his wristwatch.
Now he
has a permanent look of ‘get in your delicates and get out of my apartment’ on
his face
She gets it.
Hurriedly,
she looks for her things, gets dressed and looks at his face every now and then
hoping she will find the nice guy from hours ago.
He’s not
there anymore. He’s been replaced. Before her is a cold son of satan.
He walks
briskly to the door, she’s in tow
Immediately
she steps out, she receives sense.
Now she’s
standing in front of ‘the apartment’ door, feeling cheap. Feeling like every iota
of value has been humped out of her.
He gets
into his car, looks out the window and asks: “Can I drop you somewhere?”
She is
still confused and uncoordinated.
She says
slowly: “No. I’m good”
Then she calls
herself by name and asks: ‘What the heck just happened?’
Here’s what
happened:
You’ve
been made by a certified F boy.
Actually,
You’ve
been made in ‘the apartment’ of a certified F boy.
You
should have never, ever gone into THE APARTMENT. It’s a johnny trap. It’s a set up for impromptu jollof.
