Tales of a Single Lady

Weird dude

Dude just went on and on…

Saying all sorts of unnecessary things

He must have seen the empty seats behind but still chose to sit beside me, for this long ride

But that night, I was not in the mood for chatting with strangers

I had been out all day… 7am- 9pm

I was tired and it was very obvious.

My eyes were red, I had little energy, plus I was in a reflective mood

But Dude won’t stop…

So I picked up my dual-sim phone and began to send impromptu text messages to friends ‘Just saying hi’.

 I thought, ‘maybe he’d leave me alone if he saw that I was busy’

I couldn’t pay attention to the conversation (like there was any). 

I was answering him with ‘yes’, ‘no’ and ‘huh’

Finally, he looked at me and said in a thick Yoruba accent (the type I detest) “It seems you are busy, pinging”

‘What!’ I thought.

I gave him my world class ‘are you for real?’ look

And he repeated confidently saying, ‘you are pinging se?”

‘M-e-h-n Duuudddde’, how can I be pinging with my ‘awoof 2k Etisalat phone’? It’s obvious that this isn’t a blackberry ke

Then I replied in my Paris Hilton voice, “No! I am not pinging’ and he replied, “Oh! I thought you were pinging’

‘Christ!’ I vehemently rolled my big eyeballs, rested my head on the seat and thoughtsaid…

Just leave me the heck alone!