THE APARTMENT

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.