#Stories Tales of a Luverboy Prt 5 (+18)

Peter: Hello, good afternoon & Happy Sunday.

Cynthia: Hello Peter, how are you doing?

Peter: Feeling surprised Just got better as I heard your voice. Didn’t know you remember my name?

Cynthia: Haba! How can I forget the guy that helped me in killing the boredom of that quack mc at Chizoba’s (The Bride) wedding? (Chuckles)

Peter: Laughing I had warned Obinna (The Groom) not to use the guy o! That his Igbotic accent is stronger than GP Tank, but Obi will not listen, he said the guy was a professional from the east recommended by his wife’s parents.

Cynthia: Damn…well, guess there wont be a next time to get a professional Lagos Based MC

Peter: Hopefully not o!

Cynthia: Amen to that!

Peter: So, what are you plans for the evening?

Cynthia: Well, nothing much, except for constant torment from this daughter of eve called Sandra looking at me with her big okporlo eye (receives a playful shove from Sandra)

Peter: ahhahhaahhhahaa… Can I be your Angel and rescue you from her claws? Maybe we could go see a movie or hangout in KFC?

Cynthia: hmmm, Peter, I don’t really know about that, I don’t know you that much…

Peter: The more reason we should see… don’t you think?

Cynthia: well, yes… I guess

Peter: Ok, here is the deal, just join me to watch a movie; I’d ensure you get back to the hostel before 7pm. Pleaseeee?

Cynthia: Ok.

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This is unbelievable!!! When I decided to take the wine before calling Cynthia, I needed to be tipsy so I can tell her how annoyed I felt with her. I had made up my mind to tell her my mind, afterwhich I’d just delete her number… instant. But then, this was way more than I expected. She sounded friendly, engaging and witty, just like when I first saw her at the Wedding.

I took out a Blue Jean, and a Red Polio Shirt, and just dropped it by the sofa, we had agreed to meet there by 4pm, so I had to get myself ready before my crazy guys (Tunde & Edwin) show up.

Before I could say ghen ghen… dem boiz have show!

Omo! See as everywhere neattttt! E be like say this guy dey expect babe o! Tunde said as he stood by the entrance trying to pull off his boots. For whereeee, this Pope cannot be expecting a woman jire. Maybe naaa House Fellowship e dey plan for. I’m sure dem don make am Home Care Leader. Edwind responded. There is Hope when you have only Tunde as your friend, but adding Edwind just makes the situation hopeless! Their combination is just disaster.

Una no go ever Change! Tunde… Your Case I understand, naaa near Zoo dem born you, and the true Identity of your papa, we no know, so, I understand when you dey think like this… but you Edwin, your parents are both well respected individuals in the church, having a Mother that is a Prophetess, and a Prophet for a father in Cherubim & Seraphim suppose make you dey think like human being… but naaa lie. You decide to become BLACK sheep for your family! Its not everytime that you must allow your thinking pattern be in alignment with your BLAAAAK skin colour naaaa. (I was soooooo happy as I stroke them erh).

Oga cool down jire, naaa our body you dey get power. You sabi comedy why you no go comed for Stand Up Nigeria abi naa AY Live. Wetin you cook jire? Tunde asked as he strolled towards the kitchen. Edwin was already seated tuning through the stations, as well as watching the highlights of the matches played already.

Guys, am sorry I wont be joining y’all for today’s match. Gatto be somewhere else by 4pm. Where uncle? Where you dey go where go warrant you to abandon your real guys? Edwin asked looking surprised. Well, remember that girl I was chatting with? The one at Obi’s Wedding? Yesss! Yessss! I remember the babe, I bin dey eye am sef before you go follow am dey talk; you naaa baaadddt guy o! u just dey use this your gentle-fine boy-pastor look dey take deceive girls abi? Tunde jumped in, after returning from the Kitchen.  So, which hotel are you meeting her? Edwin asked, wanting to know more. Omo make una leave me joor! I have a meeting abi naa date for 4pm, that’s all I can tell you guys for now. I told them as I prepared to leave the room. Anyhow sha… Just buy better come for us. Tunde shouted as I was closing the gate outside.

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Hipppppppppyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!! CYNTHIA has finally seen somebori sheee likes! Cynthia has a boyfriend! Cynthia has a Boyfriend! Sandra just kept shouting, screaming & singing cross the room. Aunty sibi calm down naaa! Why u get pepper body like this? First HE IS NOT MY BOYFIREND. I am just being civil. I felt bad for ignoring his chat the other time, so, I just had to play nice. Cynthia, please stop deceiving yourself, you are like a sister to me… I KNOW YOU. This is your LOOK OF LOVE; you like the guy any other thing you say na scam.

Well, Sandra, everyone is entitled to their own Opinion… Na your own be that. Ok, Ive heard you Cynthia, now tell me… Are you going to go on a Date with Peter or Not?

Well… Well…     (to be continued next week)

#Stories Tales Of A Luverboy (+18) Prt. 2

continued from last week post....Blah bla bla... Beautiful was the next thing I heard behind me. Although I didn't hear all the person said, I just knew instinctively that it was my Mr. Mysterious Voice *Chai, I am calling 'My' already* issorit! I replied with the Classic Line... Stop flattering me.

We had a long chat outside, as though we had known for such a long time. After which He asked for my number. To be sure I wasn't pulling his legs, He dialed my number instanta.

#Stories Tales Of A Luverboy Episode1 (+18)

... She kept starring at me. I felt uncomfortable at first, maybe my Zipper was down, or I had a Stain in my White Shirt, I checked, I was on point. Stylishly, I left d Grooms train and strolled toward the exit of the reception hall.

While there gisting with some old school colleagues, I saw her walk past with a phone by her ears. To the public it seemed like she was answering a call, to me, I felt she came out coz of me.

I immediately discharged Tunde and Edwin and walked toward her direction.

Its Beautiful faces like yours that make men like me work harder toward marriage. I told her from behind.

Oooo no! Stop flattering me. She replied with an Angelic Smile.

I introduced myself and as a Sharp guy, Collected her Contact.

Wowww! Could this be it? Could She be the One? She was all I Could think about after the Wedding.

As I was about to Sleep? I got a Whatsapp Msg... Huh?

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If someone had told me that Osasenga would do what he did, I would never believe. My own sweetheart from Secondary Sch. He was the one that Disvirgined me as I just got admission into UNILAG. Now He is through with Service and me... Am no longer good enough abi? OK. No p.

So far so good, the wedding has been dry, the MC was just cracking jokes that wouldn't make a clown laugh. I needed something to make me forget Osas. As I looked across to the other side of the Hall, I Saw Him. His smile was just breath taking. He wasnt that tall, but definitely not short. There was just something about Him that caught my attention. While the Couples were dancing in, He was the Only Groomsman that wasn't really digging it. He just swung his body to the left and right with a swagg of a Big Boi! Wow! He was just something else. Immediately, I became Curious. I have to meet this guy.

Before I could think of what to do next, Mr. Mysterious had disappeared! Hmmm... This is getting more interesting; I told myself as I stood up from my seat walking toward the exit door. As I approached I saw him talking with some guys at the entrance. Going to meet him directly was a NO NO, I would look too cheap. I took out my phone, and as I walked pass them, I began talking to an invisible person on the phone. I had told myself that if He doesn't approach me then, I'd just remove his thoughts from my head... One thing I cannot stand is a Shy Guy who cannot express himself….

#Series The PRIEST ON FIRE

Continued from last week…

As fate would have it, few weeks after the competition, her father was transferred to our parish as an Assistant Pastor. Having her closer to me was a dream come true. Every Sunday, I made sure I devised a plan to get “in- touch” with her; directly, indirectly, mechanically or spiritually. Seeing that I wasn’t someone to give up easily, she gradually began to interact with me. The more I interacted with her, the more I discovered that she wasn’t as confident and proud as she looks. And then she began to see me not just as a wayward chap, but a fun loving down to earth guy. As was our custom, the first person to get to the church, reserves a seat for the other. So on this Sunday, I kept my Big Amplified Bible on the chair next to me, while I placed my notepad by my side. Quickly I took my Phone I sent her a message on ‘2go’: “Where are you dear? Am sitting at the right hand side by the 3^rd roll” She replied “I will soon be in church”. Getting a reply from her was comforting, but I was still a bit worried. Keeping a seat in the teenage church wasn’t much of a problem, but doing that in the Big Church is a herculean tasks, especially on THANKSGIVING SUNDAYS.  

Before I could say Jack Robinson, an usher came up to me and asked me to move forward. They had just finished Sunday school review and the service proper was about to start. I acted as though I didn’t know I was the one the usher was talking to, Mr. Okpara, the head usher has this very attitude, sometimes I feel that I am the only reason he chose to be an usher in the church. He moved closer and tapped me “Please move to the front” he said in a polite but stern voice. Usually, I have a challenge with being told what to do by someone else, especially when it’s not something I want to do; however, I knew if I argued further, it won’t be long before daddy’s eyes would turn to my direction. And trust me, that won’t be fun at all. Reluctantly I stood up and thought of moving my Bible, but the seat I had to move to didn’t have any free seat by the side. I moved there, and just as I moved, I noticed people entering the church. Lo and behold, Clara came in with her grandmother. As I was sitting on my new forced seat, Clara majestically walked to her reserved seat. By the look on my face, she could easily tell what had transpired minutes before she stepped in. I sat down turn back and asked frustratingly “Why didn’t you come in earlier naaa”? She smiled and said “Relax, am just a breath away”. The words sent assurance down my spine, but deep down somewhere in me, I felt this Sunday service wasn’t going to be the usual THANKSGIVING SUNDAY service.

                                                                                            to be continued next week...