Showing posts with label Nigerian blogger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nigerian blogger. Show all posts

6.24.2016

After our little episode, it seemed KO was trying very hard to prove a point. To show me I was more than just a friend. To prove to me that I was his woman. I woke up to text messages every morning where he called me the love of his life, his final bus-stop (lol), his everything, his woman, and more. KO. My KO. Even Laje started liking him.

Everytime I tired to leave her at home, or with my mom, she'd ask if I was going to see 'Mister' and if she could come with me. That girl! I have no clue why she decided to start calling him Mister. But that actually works for me. Because what is she to call him? Uncle KO? Mr. KO? Dad? Ok, I kid. Definitely not dad. Not just yet anyways.

How did I get so lucky? How is it that a guy in my own age group, a young guy, has accepted me with all my baggage?
Me, Fela, that was previously married to a married man that had a million other wives?
Me, Fela, with two children already?
Me, Fela, that accepted my fate that I would never find love?
How?

The other day, he suggested a movie date. And I got so excited, until he said the movie was at 3pm, and we were taking Laje. So really, it was a date for him and Laje to bond. I thought that was really sweet and cute. It was basically him establishing his place in our lives, and letting me know that he accepted me and the entire package I came with.

I used to pray for love. Now I pray more for protection. 'God please protect this man for me. Please keep him away from the vultures (you already know who they are). Please protect him from all harm. Please protect him from evil eyes. God please protect our relationship and what we have' This was now the theme of my prayers.

We started spending even more time together. He made it compulsory that we had breakfast together EVERY SINGLE DAY. So, I would drop Laje at school, and then head straight to his (or whatever cafe/restaurant we had agreed on) for breakfast. Only then, could I start my day. And one compulsory item on the breakfast menu everyday were his sweet kisses. KO. Oh, my KO. I keep waiting, and wondering when the honeymoon phase would end.

We have now reached month 10, and it is only getting deeper and better.  We are opening up FULLY to each other. I opened up my soul to him, and his to me. I shared all my darkest secrets with him, secrets that I almost couldn't share even with my own self. He quite easily has become the center of my world, MY EVERYTHING. My friendships are suffering. I barely hav time to breathe. Between Laje, Jr, and KO, all my time is taken.


F.O.


6.23.2016

KO. The Latest.

I guess it's not fair for me to start the story and not finish it. The last I spoke of KO was when he friendzoned me. And then I went super cold on him. He'd call, and I'd return his call after 24 hours. He'd send whatsapp messages, I'd reply after 5-6 hours. I was sha trying to show him. Like how could he friend zone me? ME? And I was't going to start asking him to define us. Like "what are we?",  lol.  I remember seeing some dumb post on BBM (you know them memes) of a girl asking a guy 'What are we?' His response? 'We are the chosen generation, called forth to show his excellence'. LMAO.

Anyways, after about a week of that treatment, and of avoiding seeing him, he showed up at my house. I was driving Laje to school, (I had given the security guards instructions to never let him in again, oops) when I saw his car parked right outside of my apartment building. At that point, I completely forgot about everything, and all sorts of emotions started running through me. I parked, and he came to my window.

KO: Fela. What's going on? I haven't been able to reach you on the phone. I send you whatsapp messages, you don't respond. Yet I can see that you're online on whatsapp.
Me: Nothing. I've just been very busy.
KO: Oh, come off it Fela. Let's be adults about this. If there's something up, say so. If you're not interested anymore, say so. But don't just leave me in limbo!
*I sensed he was getting upset. So I let my guard down a bit*
Me: Okay. I need to get Laje to school. We're already running late. Can we have coffee in about an hour at Cafe Neo on Adeyemi Lawson?
KO: Fine. But please don't stand me up.
Me: Whatevs. Bye.

I dropped Laje at school, made a few runs to sort somethings out, and then ran back to Ikoyi to meet KO at Cafe Neo. Of course I was late. I was a whole 30 minutes late. But I didn't do it intentionally this time. Even though I kind of liked how relieved he was when he finally saw me walk in.

KO: I was just about to pay my bill and leave. I had accepted that you weren't going to turn up.
Me: I'm sorry. It was actually beyond my control this time. It wasn't intentional.
KO: So, what exactly is up? Why have you suddenly gone so cold on me?
Me: You friendzoned me.
*At this point I was done playing games. I was ready to just lay all the cards on the table and just figure out what was or wasn't*
KO: Friendzoned? I don't get? How? When? Huh?
*The confusion was written all over his face. And at this point, I was starting to get confused too. Was he acting?*
Me: Don't you remember how someone asked of me and you told them YOUR FRIEND was fine?
KO: Huh?
Me: And then the next day, as if to emphasize your point, you called me your friend again while we were on the phone.
KO: You have to be kidding! This is why you've been acting up? Oh my goodness! Fela, I didn't mean any harm. I didn't mean it like that. You are my friend, yes. But you're also more than just a friend to me. And you can't deny that you know how special you are to me. I mean, we've practically spent every other day together, and all our weekends have been together too. How or why would I friendzone you?
Me: I dunno. Yoruba demon syndrome?
KO: Wow. I'm actually disappointed and I think you owe me an apology! Even if I did friendzone you, why didn't you call me out on it? I mean, we're both adults here! If this relationship is going to work, you need to be open about your feelings. If you feel something, express it.
*Oh, he just acknowledged our relationship? I started to get all warm inside*
Me: ....silence....
KO: Say something
Me: *smiling*.....silence.....
KO: We are back to this deaf and dumb thing? I guess it's safe to say we're starting afresh. FELA I HAVE MISSED YOU. I HAVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH.

At this point, we hugged each other and refused to let go. It was a very long hug, and I got so emotional I started to cry. It was tears of joy. Because this guy was PERFECT for me. And it really hurt me, as much as I didn't admit it, when I thought it wouldn't work out with him.

KO: You know what? What are your plans for the rest of the day? Take the day off and spend the entire day with me. It's been too long. I can arrange for someone to go with your nanny to pick Laje from school. Please say yes. PLEASE say yes.
Me: I don't think I have much of a choice. Oya, let's go.
KO: Actually, ride with me. Let my driver drive your car back to yours. And he can take your nanny to Laje's school when it's time. Call her now to let her know. And call your security to let him in. Fela, did I ever treat you bad? How could you tell your security not to let me in?
Me: I'm sorry
KO: I've never been so humiliated by a woman in my life. And still, I parked there and waited for you.
Me: I'm sorry
KO: The guy didn't even say it outright. But with the way he was acting, I deduced that you had asked him not to let me in. Shame on you for putting him in such a situation. I guess because of of the one-one thousand naira he's been getting from me, he couldn't say such to me.
Me: I'm sorry noooooow. Can we not talk about the past again, and focus on the future?
KO: Deal. I like the sound of the future.

We went over to his place. And he catered to my every need. How did I get so lucky?

F.O.

KO. The Latest.

I guess it's not fair for me to start the story and not finish it. The last I spoke of KO was when he friendzoned me. And then I went super cold on him. He'd call, and I'd return his call after 24 hours. He'd send whatsapp messages, I'd reply after 5-6 hours. I was sha trying to show him.

After about a week of that treatment, and of avoiding seeing him, he showed up at my house. I was driving Laje to school, (I had given the security guards instructions to never let him in again, oops) when I saw his car parked right outside of my apartment building. At that point, I completely forgot about everything, and all sorts of emotions started running through me. I parked, and he came to my window.

KO: Fela. What's going on? I haven't been able to reach you on the phone. I send you whatsapp messages, you don't respond. Yet I can see that you're online on whatsapp.
Me: Nothing. I've just been very busy.
KO: Oh, come off it Fela. Let's be adults about this. If there's something up, say so. If you're not interested anymore, say so. But don't just leave me in limbo!
*I sensed he was getting upset. So I let my guard down a bit*
Me: Okay. I need to get Laje to school. We're already running late. Can we have coffee in about an hour at Cafe Neo on Adeyemi Lawson?
KO: Fine. But please don't stand me up.
Me: Whatevs. Bye.

I dropped Laje at school, made a few runs to sort somethings out, and then ran back to Ikoyi to meet KO at Cafe Neo. Of course I was late. I was a whole 30 minutes late. But I didn't do it intentionally this time. Even though I kind of liked how relieved he was when he finally saw me walk in.

KO: I was just about to pay my bill and leave. I had accepted that you weren't going to turn up.
Me: I'm sorry. It was actually beyond my control this time. It wasn't intentional.
KO: So, what exactly is up? Why have you suddenly gone so cold on me?
Me: You friendzoned me.
*At this point I was done playing games. I was ready to just lay all the cards on the table and just figure out what was or wasn't*
KO: Friendzoned? I don't get? How? When? Huh?
*The confusion was written all over his face. And at this point, I was starting to get confused too. Was he acting?*
Me: Don't you remember how someone asked of me and you told them YOUR FRIEND was fine?
KO: Huh?
Me: And then the next day, as if to emphasize your point, you called me your friend again while we were on the phone.
KO: You have to be kidding! This is why you've been acting up? Oh my goodness! Fela, I didn't mean any harm. I didn't mean it like that. You are my friend, yes. But you're also more than just a friend to me. And you can't deny that you know how special you are to me. I mean, we've practically spent every other day together, and all our weekends have been together too. How or why would I friendzone you?
Me: I dunno. Yoruba demon syndrome?
KO: Wow. I'm actually disappointed and I think you owe me an apology! Even if I did friendzone you, why didn't you call me out on it? I mean, we're both adults here! If this relationship is going to work, you need to be open about your feelings. If you feel something, express it.
*Oh, he just acknowledged our relationship? I started to get all warm inside*
Me: ....silence....
KO: Say something
Me: *smiling*.....silence.....
KO: We are back to this deaf and dumb thing? I guess it's safe to say we're starting afresh. FELA I HAVE MISSED YOU. I HAVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH.

At this point, we hugged each other and refused to let go. It was a very long hug, and I got so emotional I started to cry. It was tears of joy. Because this guy was PERFECT for me. And it really hurt me, as much as I didn't admit it, when I thought it wouldn't work out with him.

KO: You know what? What are your plans for the rest of the day? Take the day off and spend the entire day with me. It's been too long. I can arrange for someone to go with your nanny to pick Laje from school. Please say yes. PLEASE say yes.
Me: I don't think I have much of a choice. Oya, let's go.
KO: Actually, ride with me. Let my driver drive your car back to yours. And he can take your nanny to Laje's school when it's time. Call her now to let her know. And call your security to let him in. Fela, did I ever treat you bad? How could you tell your security not to let me in?
Me: I'm sorry
KO: I've never been so humiliated by a woman in my life. And still, I parked there and waited for you.
Me: I'm sorry
KO: The guy didn't even say it outright. But with the way he was acting, I deduced that you had asked him not to let me in. Shame on you for putting him in such a situation. I guess because of of the one-one thousand naira he's been getting from me, he couldn't say such to me.
Me: I'm sorry noooooow. Can we not talk about the past again, and focus on the future?
KO: Deal. I like the sound of the future.

We went over to his place. And he catered to my every need. How did I get so lucky?

F.O.

6.22.2016

Why do people cheat?

Until you find yourself there, it's easy to judge.

It's easy to label cheaters as bad people.

Until you find yourself there, and you can't figure out how you got there.

You don't even know how to retrace your footsteps.

You just know you're lost, and you keep sinking deeper and deeper into it. And there's no way out.

Until it all blows up in your face. And then you're sober.

Maybe some people who cheat are actually really just bad people [read: Yoruba demons].

However, I now believe that a lot of good people also get caught up in cheating.

Maybe it's because you can't get everything from one person.

Maybe it's because one person cannot be everything to you.

And rather than give them grief about it, you go elsewhere to find the balance.

And then one thing leads to another. And you find yourself in two parallel relationships, and don't know how to get out.

Because each of them is now filling two very distinct but important needs. And you feel like you cannot live without either of them.

Or because you're really a good person and you can't stomach breaking a heart.

So you lead them both on, hoping the situation eventually fixed itself.

Why do people cheat?

What is that overpowering need that we so desperately look to fill?


FO.

12.14.2015

The F Word.

No, not the one you're thinking. FRIENDZONE. Yes. I was friendzoned. I've know this guy for a little over four months now. We have date nights during the week, every week. We spend virtually all of the weekend together. We go everywhere together. We've been seen out in public A LOT. When we're not together, we talk/text constantly. We *insert the real F word*. We are constantly in touch; and each is constantly aware of what the other is doing.

He was at mine over the weekend (the kids have been spending a lot of time at grandma's). He spent the entire weekend with me. Friday evening until he went to work on Monday morning. On Saturday, we attended a wedding together. We ran into a few of his friends, and a few of mine. It was a great time. We were inseparable. I actually left him to go do his thing with his friends, but he didn't leave my side all night. So as far as anyone is concerned, we are an item.

Therefore, imagine my shock when he told me someone was asking about me and he told them 'his FRIEND was fine'. Like he had to stress that. I thought about t for a second, but told myself it was nothing. Then, the next day, he used the F word again. We were talking on the phone, and he went 'my friend my friend, you are too too funny'. At that point I wanted to say something. But I had to let it digest first.

After thinking about it for a few hours, I only have myself to blame. Why?

  • He never said he was my boyfriend. We never had 'the talk' to make it official. And I've heard and read over and over in lagos that you DO NOT assume a guy is yours until he looks you in the eyes and says he is. 
  • We went out together a lot, but he never took me to certain places. I guess those are the places that counted. The places where his friends proper would be. 
  • In person, he'd express himself 100%. We talked about every and anything under the sun. He expressed emotions. However, when I tried to express emotions on bbm, he never reciprocated.  He always changed the topic. 
  • I made myself too available to him from the beginning. I guess there are benefits to fronting and giving guys a hard time. 
Without further ado, I changed his name on my phone to 'do not pick'. I don't even want to have the conversation with him because I'm already embarrassed as it stands. So I'll just ignore him and move on like it never happened. It just sucks that I actually saw a future with him. But I won't even play the victim or say he used me or anything like that. I'll just learn my lesson (and hope that you do too). This will never happen to me again. 

F.O.

10.27.2015

We be all night...

I knew KO's kisses would get me in trouble. I just knew it. The next time we met up, we did drinks. I had three glasses of rosé and that was it. I wasn't drunk. But I wasn't as uptight as I usually am. Yes, even I know I can be very uptight. He insisted he wouldn't let me drive home by myself in that condition, so he asked me to come over to his for a little while since we were on his street. I knew Laje would be in bed already anyways, since it was already 11pm, so there was no reason to rush home.

When we got to his, I couldn't help but notice how stunning the decor was. He definitely paid a lot of attention to detail in setting the place up. Or he paid the right person. Whatever the case, he has very good taste. We settled down side by side on the three-seater, and he offered me some water. One minute I was drinking a glass of water, the next minute our lips were interlocked. It was that kiss of life, again. Why, oh why, has no one ever told me how amazing kisses can be? I avoided kissing in my past relationships because they always sucked. KO's kisses sucked the life out of me; literally.

One thing led to another, and we ended up in his bedroom. Even in the heat of things, I still took time to notice how amazing the set up was. He must have spent a lot of time (and money) putting the entire place together. I'm rarely ever wowed by interior design in Nigeria, but this bachelor pad was everything and more! I'm usually very careful (and uncomfortable) when it comes to sex. But sex with KO was the most natural and comfortable experience. You know the song by Az Yet, 'I saw the sun, the moon, the mountain and the rivers... I saw heaven when I made sweet love to you'. That sums it up. He did things to me I never thought possible. I felt passion in parts of my body I didn't think could feel anything. He was amazing. KO. He literally knocked me out.

It was 5am when I finally made it back home. I saw the judgement on my maid's face, and was a little embarrassed. But I was very happy. I took a very brief nap, and it was time to get Laje to school.

KO. Oh my KO.

9.28.2015

My next date with KO was a spa date. Yes, randomly in the middle of the week he reached out to me and asked if I was interested in getting a massage. Who wouldn't jump on such an offer? I was already in bed (lazy day), but I jumped right out and headed to Four Points. Does it count as a date though, since we got massages in separate rooms? I don't know.

Anyway, the first time I met him, he was wearing a suit. I knew he was kind of big, but I just thought it was fat (lol). The second time we hung out, he was wearing a white traditional kaftan (and looked so damn good in it). So imagine my surprise, when he walked into the Four Points lobby in a t-shirt and jogging pants, and each of his arms was the size of my thighs (okay, exaggeration). But he's like soooo fit! In fact, I started feeling a little self conscious, with the little pouch I carry around in my lower tummy. *Note to self: Enroll in a gym and get a personal trainer*.  Just staring at him made me a little shy, and if I were white he would have seen me turn pink; thanks to the naughty thoughts that ran through my head.

The massage was good, I really needed it. And then I showered and met him back at the lobby. He then asked if I wanted to grab a bite. And even though I wasn't hungry, I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to spend more time with him. So I said yes. And that's how we spent another two hours together. So get this - he started asking about my kids. Like he's actually interested and he paid attention to every little detail.

He walked me out to the parking lot, and then we got in my car together. We talked some more, and then he hugged me goodbye. And just before he got out of the passenger seat, he leaned in and gave me the best kiss of my life!!!

SERIOUSLY. I now get why people get so crazy about kisses. I've always wondered what the big deal was about kissing, but now I get it. Everytime I think about that kiss, there's this feeling I cannot describe deep down inside. Omg. What is this feeling? He did things to my with his tongue I can't even explain. Help! How could a kiss, a simple kiss, leave me feeling like this?

9.10.2015

KO continued.

By the time I got home, showered, and got in bed after the wedding, KO had called me 3 times. Or well, it was a number I didn't know, but I knew it had to be him. For one, it was quite late at night. And I don't get random calls at that time of night. I called him back once I was comfortably in bed and we talked very easily until sunrise. I couldn't believe it when I saw the first rays of morning peek through my blinds. He was (and still is) so easy to talk to. We talked about everything. Our backgrounds, growing up, education, work history, dating history. BUT. I skipped my marriage. And the kids. Technically, and by law (and the Church) I've actually never been married. All I had was one flimsy ceremony in my parents' living room. But I digress. He told me all about his business, his expansion plans, and even his humble beginnings (in the business). By the time I got off the phone, the help was up. I gave her instructions to give Laje breakfast and to make sure she didn't wake me up. Then I went to sleep and spent most of Sunday in bed.

Finally, around 3pm I woke up. But it was a different waking up. I hadn't woken up that happy in probably 2 years. Something was bubbling from within me, and I think even Laje (my 6 year old) noticed.
Laje: Mummy, did you eat too much sugar?
Me: HUH? What do you mean?
Laje: Everytime I'm excited and I sing or hop around, you ask me if I ate too much sugar?
Me: Oh. Yes my darling. I had a lot of sugar last night. But I didn't eat it.
Laje: How come it's affecting you if you didn't eat it? What did you do with it?
Me: *At this point realizing I should have just told her I ate it* - Err, I talked to it? (Even I knew that was stupid)
Laje: Mummy you can't talk to sugar, that's food!
Me: Yes my darling, you're right. Anyway, have you done your homework? Let me have a look at it.
Laje: I don't have any homework
Me: Laje! How would you not have any homework on a weekend???
Laje: Okay okay, can you help me do it now?
Me: Go get it and set it up on the table. Let me grab a quick bite.

By the time I was done with Laje's homework, I checked my phone and noticed KO hadn't called or messaged. It was now 5pm or thereabout. Being my usual panicky self, I started thinking of the worst. Had he done some research and found out about my past? Did I say something wrong on the phone? What could have gone wrong? Why hadn't he called? Then I took a bold step, and decided to call him. No answer. That just heightened my panic. And as I always do when I'm about to have a panic attack, I got in bed and buried myself under the covers. All sorts ran through my mind, and I must have fallen asleep.

I was startled by my phone ringing (probably around 7pm), and it was him. KO. I panicked a bit. Then realized it was probably a good idea to just answer.

KO: Hey Fela! How are you? How did you wake up so early? We didn't go to bed before 7am!
Me: Ah ah! 7am to 3pm, that's 8 hours! That's more than enough sleep for any normal person now!
KO: But it wasn't a normal night! Do you know how much you danced last night? You shouldn't be able to walk today, haha.
Me: How do you know how much I danced? You weren't even on the dance floor.
KO: Oh no, I wasn't. But I was somewhere in the hall. Watching your every move. You're such an amazing dancer sha. Like all the other girls were doing the most, trying to be noticed. And you were just there doing your thing, looking so sexy without even trying to or realizing it!
Me: All na wash jare!
KO: You don't believe me? Then how did I meet you at the door right as you were leaving? I was watching you all night. To be honest, I needed to rest my feet because it's been crazy for me since the engagement on Thursday. But once the wedding was officially over, I knew I had to get some rest so I wouldn't pass out. So I got a seat in a corner, and just watched you. It was one hell of a show!
Me: You just know how to constantly keep a girl blushing, don't you?
KO: Anyway, what are you up to tonight? Can we grab a quick drink? You live in Ikoyi yea? I can pick you up in 30 minutes?
Me: Sounds great. I better hop in the shower.
KO: I better make that an hour then. This one you're just about to shower; you women and your serenre
Me: Trust me, I have no interest in serenre. I'm a very simple girl, you'll see. 30 minutes will do.
KO: Ok. Text me your address. See you soon.

By 8pm, we were at this quaint bar in Ikoyi. I've lived in Ikoyi all my life, and I never knew it existed. The ambience was very nice...romantic. The crowd was very different; not your usual Lagos crowd. He must have good taste, I thought. We sat in a corner, secluded from everyone else, but able to see the entire bar clearly.

KO: Mystery Woman. Just yesterday I was staring at you from a distance. I was instantly drawn to you. But I didn't know if it was a good idea to talk to you. You know how Lagos girls can be.
Me: Well, I'm glad you did. Before we go any further though, I have to ask. Are you single? Like fully, 100% single?
KO: Sounds like someone's been burned!
Me: Yea, well, I had a really bad experience once. So basically, is there any girl out there that can claim she's currently having something with you? No matter how insignificant?
KO: Nope. My ex and I broke up about 3 weeks ago. I promised myself I was going to take it easy for a while. But you had to come and ruin that eh, Mystery Woman?
Me: What happened?
KO: That's a very long story for another day. Now, I should ask as well. Are you fully, 100% single?
Me: Yes.
KO: How's someone as beautiful as you single? Abi you're one of the crazy ones?
Me: Not crazy. But it's a very long story.
KO: Well, I'm in no hurry. Tell me.
Me: I'm divorced. Not technically divorced, because I was never officially married. But I was someone's 7th wife. And I have 2 kids with him. And I perfectly understand that our date is probably over now. I don't even know what I was thinking. I can never have a normal life again.
KO: That's all?
Me: *Blank stare*
KO: Ok, I'll be honest. It's a lot. But it's not the end of the world. I still like you. And I'd still love to get to know you. I appreciate your honesty, and based on the few hours of conversation we've had, I have a feeling we're going to get along very well. Again, it's a lot. But I care more about here and now; about the future, than I do about the past.
Me: *Dumbfounded*
KO: Back to deaf and dumb?

And then I burst out laughing. That was the perfect icebreaker. We hung out for about 2 hours, and then he dropped me back at home and like a gentleman, gave me a kiss on my cheek.

9.05.2015

Change is here! That's what we were all chanting a few months ago, ba? Change has also come to my life. I've been AWOL for many reasons. The summary is this. I'm in my 30s. I have 2 kids. I was 'married' to a man that I couldn't live with (yes, I said was). And now we've decided to part ways. Some of my friends haven't even gotten married the first time. And I'm already looking for my second marriage. Okay, maybe I'm not looking to get married. After my ex and I decided to call it quits, I promised myself a year of aloneness and celibacy. I lasted only three months. Not because I wasn't strong enough, but because I met a guy I thought was worth giving it all up for. He brought a lot of sunshine into my otherwise dark world. I might someday tell you the story of why I left my ex (or maybe he left me). But for now, I'd like to focus on the happy part, aka the new man.

Let's call him KO! I call him KO (as in knock out) because of what he does to me every time I get in bed with him. But also because it's his initials (please don't try to guess who it is). I met KO at a wedding. Weddings are apparently a really good place to meet guys; just FYI. Anyways, I was sat at a table alone (because my friend went to the bathroom) when he slid into her seat and asked what my name was. I refused to say, and just smiled at him. He asked again, "What's your name? I'm KO." Still, I sat there smiling. But he didn't give up. I think at some point, he thought I was deaf and dumb? Because he brought out his phone, opened the  note pad app, and proceeded to type on there, "I'm KO, what's your name?". When he handed the phone to me and I saw what he'd typed, I actually burst out laughing. And then I said to him, "You think I'm deaf and dumb?", to which he replied "My bad, you just kept smiling at me and the expression on your face never changed."

We laughed about it all, and that's how we got talking. But I still didn't tell him my name. He asked if I wanted to take a walk outside, and I was more than happy to get some fresh air. You know Lagos weddings can be a bit much. So I waited for my friend to return from the bathroom, and off I went with KO. We walked into the parking lot, and then he asked if I wanted to go into his car and talk there. We did, and that's when he said, "You still haven't told me your name, mystery woman." Something about him calling me 'mystery woman' tickled me. So I responded, "Why don't you just call me mystery woman?"

KO: So, Mystery Woman, what or who brought you to this wedding today?
Me: I have no idea why I'm  here. I really didn't want to come. But my friend refused to go alone. So I guess I came here as a wingman. Why are you here?
KO: The groom is my brother.
Me: Oh. Wow. Now that you say it, I see the resemblance. So why are we out here? You should be in there!!!!
KO: Nah, it's cool. I've been in there all day. Even in the morning, before any guests came. I need this break. And who better to spend these few minutes of calm and quiet with than the most beautiful girl at the party.
Me: Oh here we go. That's about the worst lie ever!
KO: I mean it. I see all the flashily clad women in there with all the layers of make up. And I won't lie. There are many hot babes in there. But you're the only one that caught my eye. And you caught my eye as soon as you walked in. You walked in with your friend, and I saw you hug some guy in a navy suit. My heart almost broke when you hugged him. I kept thinking 'Please don't sit with him. Please don't be his girlfriend.' Imagine my joy when you hugged him and kept moving. And then I kept waiting for the perfect time to talk to you. I kept waiting for you to be alone. And when your friend went to the bathroom, I knew that was my chance.
Me:.....silence.....
KO: Wait. Are you shy?
Me:....silence......
KO: Do you see why I thought you were deaf and dumb?

And then I burst out laughing. I'm not sure why the deaf and dumb thing gets me everytime. And even until now, it still serves as a good joke in certain situations.

KO: So what do you do, Mystery Lady?
Me: I'm in the process of setting up a travel business.
KO: Oh? A travel agency?
Me: Yes. But not in the regular naija sense where all they do is sell you tickets. It's going to be a full service agency, crafting entire holidays, cruises, and all that good stuff.
KO: Interesting. Beauty and brains.
Me: Thanks! So, what do you do?
KO: I have a haulage business.
Me: Oh? Sand, gravel, and all that stuff?
KO: No, oil & gas. Diesel really.
Me: That's cool. Oil  & gas big boy things!
KO: Yea right. Me I'm a hustler o. No where near big boy. That's the dream sha. To be a Lagos big boy.
Me: Not sure how I feel about Lagos big boys
KO: Don't worry. I'm nothing like those boys. I better ask right away, do you have a boyfriend?
Me: Nope. (I sighed a sigh of relief; that he didn't ask if I had kids.)
KO: You're very beautiful, mystery woman.
Me: ....silence....
KO: Ah ah! What is it with you and your deaf and dumb, on & off?
Me: You asked if I was shy. I'm very shy. And I never know how to react or respond when I get a compliment.
KO: A simple 'Thank you', perhaps?
Me: Okay. Thank you.
KO: And your body is amazing. I know you tried to hide it in that loose dress. But I can see.
Me: Thank you. And guilty as charged, the dress is supposed to hide everything.
KO: Why would you want to drown your body in such a loose dress? If you've got it, flaunt it, no?
Me: I'm not really in a flaunting mood.
KO: Hmm. Okay o. Are you ready to go back in?
Me: Sure. I should go keep my friend company. Although I'm sure she would have found some friends to chill with.

And then he did a strange thing. He held my hand as we walked back out of the parking lot and into the hall. He walked me to my seat, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and said, 'Don't leave without saying goodbye.' I tried to talk some sense into my own head. I reminded myself of my one year aloneness and celibacy plan. So I decided that even if he came back to me, I wouldn't let him take it any further.

The rest of the wedding was fun. In fact, it's probably the most fun I've ever had at a wedding. We were there until 2am! It pretty much turned into a club. The DJ was so amazing we danced for three hours straight without catching a break. I kept looking for KO on the dance floor, but I never saw him. I figured he was an oniranu that had probably taken another girl into his car to talk. I decided to 'face my front', since I didn't want to get into anything with any guy anyways.

As we were exiting the hall a few minutes past 2am, someone grabbed my waist from behind. I turned around, ready to slap whoever it was. And then I saw it was KO. We locked eyes for a few seconds, and my heart jumped. I promise you, I felt something I've never felt. I can't say it was love at first sight, because I don't believe in that. However, it was something at first sight. I let him leave his had on the small of my back, and he walked us to the car. When we got to the car, he asked for my number, and I gave it to him. He insisted on calling my phone, to be sure I gave him the right number. And then he asked, how do I store your number without a name? That's when I told him my name was Fela O.

To be continued...

5.14.2015

You Lagos bitches aren’t taking it easy anymore. OMG! What I saw last weekend??? I quit!

It was my neighbor’s 40th birthday, and he invited me over for a ‘come-chop’. He’s also my older brother’s friend, so my brother was at the party as well. We were all hanging out on the balcony (nd boy, was there excess booze??) when this babe (no clue who she was) walked up to my brother. In front of all of us, she said to him, “You look like my ex-boyfriend. But a much finer version of him."  I was like…wow…no chill. Blank stare. Everyone of us on the balcony basically froze for a minute, no reaction. Then we went on like nothing happened.

Fast forward to an hour later, everyone was all drunk (or at least tipsy). I walked into the guest room to take a phone call because of all the noise in the living room and what did I see? This bitch was on her knees giving my (married) brother a blow job. I sincerely wish I never saw it because I can’t seem to delete the picture from my memory.

What’s worse? The babe later came around to introduce us to some ugly scrawny looking man that came quite late to the party as her husband.

I quit.

4.23.2015

Beware of bastard friends. As if the one in my last post wasn't enough, I've had to break up with another friend. This girl, Lola and I were friends for most of Uni. I met her on the same day I met my ex; the only serious relationship I had in Uni; which lasted 3 years. It was one of those club parties, and I had gone with another friend. I met the ex, Tony and we instantly kicked it off. That same night, Tony's friend had come to the party with Lola.


At the end of the night, Tony offered to drop me off [I didn't drive; as I went with my friend but she decided to leave the party early while I was having way too much fun with Tony]. His friend then asked if he could drop Lola off as well, since Lola lived just two streets from Tony. Obviously, they dropped me off first. And then he went to drop Lola. I kept calling that night to find out if he ever made it back in one piece, but he never answered until the next morning. He said he fell asleep.


Tony and I eventually bloomed into a full, overly intimate relationship and I definitely felt like I was the luckiest girl in the world. But then, him and Lola used to talk a lot. I remember jokingly asking him why he was talking to much to his friend's babe just from dropping her at home one night. Then this Lola babe started sending him  cryptic facebook messages. I didn't think too much of it. As he said, she's just one of those crazy girls.


One year into our relationship however, me and Lola's paths would cross again and we soon became buddies. Since then, we've been very good friends. She was even one of the names on my list of Bridesmaids, were I to ever have a regular wedding. I didn't. But you obviously already know why. My wedding took place in my parents' living room. Lol.


Now, Tony adds me on instagram these many years later and asks for my number, that we should catch up. I can't lie. He was the one great love of my life. And there's no excitement in my life these days, so I decided to catch up with him. That's how he started this whole story about wanting a fresh slate upon which to build a friendship. He now started coming clean about how he'd wronged me while we were dating and he confessed that he and Lola had apparently been having something for the entire duration of our relationship.


Imagine that? My advise sha, is to keep your lover and your friends very far apart. Yes, you trust your friends. But abeg, don't test them. Just keep them all far apart. I don't know how anyone would open their legs for their friend's man.


But then again, maybe I do. Story for another day.

4.21.2015

See me see wahala oh. Sometimes, it really isn't good to help people. My own friend, a girl I consider my sister, a girl I once gave up a trip abroad for; so that we could pay her school fees, is now claiming that my husband...my own husband...my own Gbenga...tried to toast her. Like what rubbish is that? How disrespectful is that? If Gbenga hears this now, he'll say he's been telling me to cut the stupid little bitch off. But do I ever listen? No.

Nene. Bastard little girl. She said her office sent her to Gbenga's office on some business. Of course he recognized her as my friend and invited her into his office after the meeting. She said he gave her money for lunch; well duh! What else would he do? He really takes on an almost fatherly role when it comes to my friends. The idiot now claims that as she was leaving his office, he asked what she was doing later that day and wanted to know if she could meet him at Sheraton. She supposedly told him she didn't think that'd be appropriate, and he proceeded to tell her that it wasn't a big deal. She said my own husband told her there was more than enough of him to go around.

IMAGINE! What kind of daft person is this? This story is obviously FABRICATED. I don't even know what to call it. Beef? It's really not good to tell your friends too much about how good your husband is to you. This is the kind of shit they try when they know what they're missing. My best guess is that she tried to flirt with him and he shut her down, and she's now telling foolish lies to drive a wedge between by husband and I. UGH!

Anyway. Step one was to unfriend her. Yes. I told her it's officially over between me and her. And we can never ever be friends again. I've also warned her that there will be dire consequences if I ever see her go near my husband again; work or not.

Trifling little whore.

3.19.2012

Is it me or is everyone in Lagos a stylist or personal shopper these days? I guess fashion design is now getting too saturated and they are all settling for styling. I keep getting emails from people asking to be my personal shopper/stylist. Ehm...thanks but not thanks! I am very capable of buying my own clothes and dressing myself. And I think I do a damn good job, considering all the comments and compliments I get whenever I dress up. I wish people would explore other creative jobs though. But I guess that's where you know a true artist. They don't do what is in vogue, they do what their heart leads them to. I admire musicians like Bez that know for a fact that afro pop a la Davido is where the money is at, but decide to stick to their own special genre. In Nigerian terms, I appreciate you! LOL! Don't you just hate it when people say that to you????? "I APPRECIATE YOU". Death to whoever says that kind of nonsense!

Meeeeeanwhile, my friend from LA called me over the weekend with some juicy gossip. Lol, okay not gossip. I bet she won't appreciate me sharing her problems with the world. Hello drama! There were ten of them going to Vegas for someone's birthday and they rented two SUVs with third row seating. She gets to the meeting point, and who did she spot? Her husband's ex-girlfriend, LOL! And not just any ex...you know the really obnoxious one that won't stop calling your husband even though they've been over for more than five years? The one who pretends to just want to be friends when you know that any slight slip on your part - she'll be taking your place without looking back. So they sat through a four hour car ride, with the ex sitting right behind her. The world is so tiny though...because I still cannot imagine how both of them ended up in the same social circle. Let's call my friend Lucy - and let's call the ex Linda. Lucy's husband (I'll call him Frank) was also going on the same trip with them.

Long story short, when they got to Vegas, it was all well and good. Until Lucy found Frank and Linda having what looked like a heart-to-heart by the pool side when she returned early from a shopping trip...I guess heated pools make for heated conversations, LOL! She said hello to both of them, kissed her husband, and went upstairs to her room...saying she had a headache and needed a nap. Later that night, when they were all at dinner, she found that Linda somehow sat beside Frank (Lucy sat on the other side of him), and Frank was being a little too nice to her. This is the same ex he used to say all sorts about...."she's obnoxious"..."she was a long time ago, she can't possibly be my type anymore"...etc. Before the end of the night, Lucy started feeling like the ex, with all the attention Frank was giving to Linda.

Fastforward...the night before they left Vegas...Frank said he was going to catch up with the boys. Lucy and the girls decided to hit the casino, but Linda said she needed to do some last minute shopping. They weren't really feeling the slot machines so they decided to hit the town (since it was their last night anyways). What (or rather WHO) did they find? Linda & Frank, holding hands, while watching the water show at the Bellagio!!! ANYWAYS, Frank insists it was nothing, but Lucy isn't having it. She's now asking for my advice, and I think it's pretty obvious!

2.19.2012

I had an amazing Valentine’s day. Yes! Even though I’m wife number 7, my hubby made the day extra special for me. When I got back from dropping Laje off at preschool, I met a huge bouquet of flowers in front of my door; accompanied by some heart shaped balloons. I thought, “Oh hey, well at least I didn’t roast for Valentines!” I thought that was it for me for Val’s. I had planned to have lunch with my friend, Remi…depending on her workload for the day.  You know with these investment bankers, you can never predict their schedules. I’m saying this as an ex-investment banker that used to work at the same firm. It’s particularly worse with Remi, as she’s currently married to her work and desperately seeking a promotion. Unfortunately, her career is one of the things that caused her divorce. I don't know why anyone would choose career over family; but hey, I love my friend! 

As soon as I opened the door and walked in, I found rose petals on the floor. I followed the rose petals into my bedroom, and the bed was made in crazy fancy sheets. There were scented candles burning too! By this time, I was wondering what the point was, when I was going to end up sleeping alone in the bed anyways. Alas! I was in for a major surprise. Gbenga jumped out of my walk-in closet, bearing gifts. I wish I could go into further details…but you know now… *wink*. Anyways, we ended up spending the entire day in bed and he got his driver and assistant to pick Laje up from school and take her out for a treat. It was TLC that I had been craving for the longest time! So, what did I get for Val’s? Not a lot. I got a diamond necklace, and I’m just dying to wear it out now! And I finally got my hands on the blackberry Porsche (I NEVER KNEW THAT THING WAS REAL OH!).

Meanwhile, over the weekend, I got to attend a wedding. I’m not friends with the bride or the groom, but my cousin asked me to go with her and you know I can never say no to small chops and free alcohol. Actually, maybe it wasn’t about the food and drink. I think it was the fact that it was a ‘society’ wedding that made it so irresistible. Apparently, the bride is the daughter of a former president. I even paid the N65,000 for the aso-ebi, even though I’m not an ‘ebi’ (family or close friend), so to speak.  I got HOK (House of Kunmi) to hook up the Austrian lace…I swear, the 30k I paid her was well worth it. I can’t tell you the number of guys that tried to holler. If only they knew I was a married mother of two. But it was nice to get all that male attention. I even saw some of my husband’s friends at the wedding. Apparently, they’re friends with the groom’s father. I’m surprised he wasn’t there.

My cousin, Nike, and I got to sit at a table of the snootiest Lagos girls. I thought I was bad, but I met my match. For the three or so hours that we sat at the table, I swear that all the conversations were about first class travel abroad (if only the knew some of us were now flying private - but whatever), the birkin bag, designer shoes, and such. I heard Japanese hair is the latest thing now. O ga oh! Anyways, I’ll tell my hair supplier to hook me up sharply so I can be one of the first few ones to rock it. OH! So the party favors they handed out included ipads and the blackberry touches (I would have bowed if they gave out the new Porsche). At least, my baby now has an ipad to play around with. I swear she uses my ipad a lot more than me, the owner. I downloaded lots of baby apps and she seems to have mastered the ipad better than me. My Lala is going to be a genius! You just watch. And she never asks me to open any app for her. She somehow finds her way around it. What was I playing with as a three year old?

I miss Junior so much sometimes. Sucks that he has to be away at boarding school, but I think it’s best for him. I couldn’t think of a better secondary school for him than Day Waterman College. I almost sent him to England, but his father decided he wanted him to be in Nigeria, as per his only son. Yes, Gbenga Junior is what brought my husband and me together. It’s a crazy story…and I don’t have anything better to do so I’ll share with you.

Our relationship first started when I was in S.S. 3. I met him randomly one day when I was with my parents at a house party on our street in Ikoyi. He asked me for my number, and I gave it to him. Yes, he was my father’s age mate, but at that point I had just dealt with a slew of stupid young boys and I thought it wouldn’t hurt to try out an older man. He wasn’t my “aristo” so to speak, because I didn’t need anything from him financially. I thank God for my background, and that I never had to sleep around for money or anything. He took me out a few times, and we had an instant connection. Before I graduated, unfortunately, I got knocked up. As soon as I told him about my pregnancy, he dumped me and said he never wanted anything to do with me again. I told my parents everything, and despite their disappointment, they supported me. I had a baby boy, and named him Gbenga Junior, after his father. Because I got pregnant, all my hopes of going to Harvard were shattered. My parents told me I had to go to a University in Lagos so that they could monitor me. They couldn’t really trust me anymore. So, well, I ended up at Unilag and still graduated uni at the age of 22. Because I studied economics, I immediately got a job with an investment bank where I first served, and then became a full-time investment banker.

Sometime shortly after my 24th birthday, Mr. Gbenga Olulojulo himself came to my bank for some investment advice, and that’s where we ran into each other again. He asked how I was doing, and I said I was great.  He asked if I’ll meet up for lunch, strictly as friends and I did. While at lunch, it slipped that I had a son whom I had named after him, and he became really emotional. He asked for forgiveness and said he’ll do anything to take me back. Apparently, he had 6 other wives but none of them had a son for him. He had 10 daughters in all! I didn’t immediately jump back in, but instead took it really slow. Within 6 months, we got married…and by a year and a half later, I had my precious daughter. So that’s how I am now married to a 61 year old man. But I tell you, age really ain’t nothing but a number. I am very happy in my marriage and won’t have it any other way!
K

2.08.2012

I was checking my e-mail for the fifth time this morning, and it was only 10am. Whenever my daughter, Laje, is off to school I get exceedingly bored and  stayed glued to my email…hoping for some action in my inbox. As I hit the ‘refresh’ button, I saw what I had been waiting for. It was an email from Kunmi; an invitation to the Fancyful Awards. Let me tell you a little bit about Lagos state..... there are a million award shows and red carpets each year. Every event is an opportunity to appear on a ‘red carpet’, and every ‘red carpet’ appearance is an opportunity to appear on justnaija.com (a fashion and entertainment blogazine).  And except for the 10% of young lagos women like my friend, Remi, everyone else wants to be on Just Naija. The email from Kunmi was for the TNW (The Nigerian Woman) Magazine awards…one of the  fashion magazines in the already over-saturated market.
“You are cordially invited to the inaugural issue of the Awards
Date: February 11
Venue: Lodale Hotel 45 Adeola Odeku, V.I.
Time: Red Carpet starts at 6pm; Launch starts at 8pm
Dress Code: Black Tie
Invitation admits two”
I couldn’t help the excitement that took over my body. Finally, I had an opportunity to rock the sexy sequined-out dress Kunmi (C.E.O. House of Kunmi) had gifted me for my birthday (on Monday).  I immediately got on the phone to Kunmi:
Fela: Hey Kunmi!  I just got your email. Do you think the sequined dress you gave me for my birthday is appropriate for the TNW awards?
Kunmi: Hey love! No, you gotta do better than that.
Fela: What? I mean the black entirely sequined out dress you gave me!
Kunmi: If you’re going to be my plus 1, you’re going to need something way  more glamorous than that. Why don’t you stop by the boutique and we’ll discuss?
Fela: Fine! See you in an hour or so!
I popped into “House of Kunmi” only thirty minutes after the phone conversation. An hour and N250,000 later, I burst out of the boutique realizing that I was late to pick up my three year old daughter, Laje, from preschool. Rolla Preschool  was one of those ‘pick your child up at 12noon or pay a N10,000 fine, even if you’re only ten minutes late' schools. I dashed into my car, and sped like a maniac out of Victoria Island, and into Ikoyi. Unfortunately for me, I ran a ‘not so red’ light and the eagles aka LASTMA (Lagos Transport Management Authority) got in front of my car before I could escape.
            Fela: Good afternoon officer, is there a problem?
            LASTMA Guy #1: No madam, there’s no problem. But you just drove across a
red light back there.
Fela: Which red light? I didn’t see any red light oh! Is the light even working? 
I didn’t see any light at all!
LASTMA Guy #2: Ehn, no problem! Just follow us to the LASTMA office. Your             
fine is only N40,000.
Fela: WHY? Because I’m driving BMW abi? Do you even know who I am? Is it             
because I stopped for you? I could have hit you with my car even as you were             
standing in front of me. But out of respect I stopped, and you want to loot me             
abi? No problem. Just hold on oh. 

I brought my phone to call my husband. You see, my husband, Gbenga Olulojulo, is one of the most powerful men in Lagos. I met Gbenga in S.S.3 (the 12th grade). He owns and runs one of the most successful oil servicing firms in the country, Lulo Oil. Never mind that I'm the seventh wife, and he is still married to the other six wives. He set me up nicely in a serviced flat in Ikoyi, and every month like clockwork, I get my deposit of N_000 000 (you guess!). With this, I'm okay with seeing him once a week (make that twice a month during busy months at work).  The phone rang and rang and rang, until it cut off. Who knows if he was actually at work, or with one of my 'iyales' (older wives). I checked the time, it was already 12:30pm. I didn’t even care about the late fee anymore. Poor Laje would probably be cranky by the time I got there. Left with no choice, I let one of the LASTMA guys into the car and agreed to go to their office in Victoria Island.

As soon as MR. LASTMA got in the car, I hit the ‘full lock’ feature on my fancy new BMW so he couldn’t open the door himself no matter whether he was inside the car or outside the car. Instead of turning around to the Ikoyi Bridge  in order to get back to VI, I put my foot to the pedal and sped all the way to Laje’s school. The entire time, the LASTMA guy kept shouting, “Madam! Turn around. This isn’t the way to our office. Mama. Turn around please…” I drowned out his voice in my new gospel CD and pretended I was alone in the car. When I got to Rolla Preschool, I hurried out of the car and locked Mr. LASTMA in the car. By now his authoritative voice had turned into a begging one..."Madam please now. Madam, e jo ma. Madam no do like this…” I ignored him. I ran to the ‘late room’ to find Laje; the poor thing was the only child left to be picked up.
            Fela: Lala darling, I’m so sorry I’m late again. I promise this is the last time!
            Laje: Mummy you said that yesterday
            Fela: Okay, let me make it up to you. Let’s go get icecream
            Laje: Icecream makes you fat. Mummy fat. 
Well then! Even my three year old could see all the weight I've gained in the last two months. FML! Time to hit the gym! 


Sincerely,
Fela O.