So, I get this invite for a premiere of a new movie.
I wear all black; shoes, trousers, shirt and jacket.
Nollywood and the music industry is well represented but my eyes are not out for the stars. I am looking at the babes, clocking them, assessing them, undressing them with my eyes.
Nigeria is blessed and I am not talking oil.
Before the movie, we do the red carpet thingy, exchange cards and sip champagne with the guys checking out the babes and the babes checking out the guys.
I spot her very fast. She is tall dark and dreadlocked but what has my eyes locked are not her locks but her derriere. Babe is endowed and not in the sense of an obscenely round ass. No. It was more of a hip flaring into mouth-hanging-open ass. I liked.
“You are the new Miss Nigeria right?” I said as I stood in front of her.
“Of course not,” she said with a laugh.
“Those judges are mad. They should have let you win.”
“But I didn’t even compete,” she told me then sipped her champagne.
“Really, I thought you did. My name is Oshoko,” I said stretching out my hand.
Hers was soft and a tad bit sweaty as she took mine and said her name was Jessica. Up close, she looked younger, prettier and taller.
We chatted for a while. She had recently moved back to Nigeria to work for a consulting firm.
“You are an IJGB babe,” I said and she asked what that was.
“I Just Got Back,” I told her and she laughed.
“It’s been three months already so I have been back a while and settling in.”
“How settled?” I asked.
“Well, I have a job and I just got my own apartment. I am still sharing a car though, but that will be sorted soon.”
“Have you got a boyfriend?” I asked and she had laughed.
“Let’s sit some place. My feet are killing me.”
I steered her to a bank of chairs and as we sat down I said “I give good foot massages.”
“Story for the gods,” she said and laughed again.
“Really, I do. The only problem is I never know where to stop. I usually go all the way,” I said.
She laughed again and kicked off her shoes. She had slim beautiful feet.
“What I actually need is a massage. I have been working like a dog since I came back.”
“Look no further. You’ve met the right dude. I give good massage.”
“Of course you do,” she said and laughed again.
I stood up and began to sing: “I don’t wanna brag, I do…”
“You are bragging now, you know,” she told me.
A friend came by, said hi and I introduced him to Jessica.
Then after we had chatted for a while Jessica turned to me and said “do you weed?”
“I didn’t get that,”
“I have been looking for how to get good weed, you know…”
“Oh, I don’t smoke but I know people. I can arrange that.”
“Sure, tonight,” I said my head ticking.
The night was getting interesting.
Continues next week.