‘It will not be well with all of you in this hostel’ I yelled… Someone had moved my weapon of war from my box. Dress that I just bought a few weeks before, I had not even worn it sef. I was keeping it for the perfect occasion. So me that didn’t rock it since, I don’t have sense abi? I was so sure it was someone in my room, because it wasn’t the first time someone was shifting my dress in that room. The first time I let it slide, but this one, lai lai.

I already had plans for this dress, no body was going to scatter it for me. I searched and searched everywhere, my roommates’ boxes, their cupboards, under the beds, everywhere. I no still see am. It pained me ehnn, because one part of my mind knew that my search was in vain and the dress wasn’t going to turn up. I wanted to die. Me that had already finished planning how Tuesday was going to be, someone now came and put sand inside my garri. Woo, no time to cry over spilled milk. When Lade drops bar, I can buy more clothes and even move out of the hostel if I want. I started ransacking my box to find a substitute that I could wear, at least one that would give me that effect of my dress that had disappeared. After almost one hour of searching, I finally found something reasonable. It was a see through body hugging skirt and a lace blouse, perfect substitute. Next thing I did was call my make up artist and book appointment. That face had to be beat to perfection and I wanted to arrive his office looking like glazed doughnut, ready to be eaten up. Since I couldn’t achieve that kind of effect on my own, then make up artist to the rescue. With all this my struggle, Lade had better not be a waste o, the sex had to be bomb because I cannot give better sex and not get any in return. No amount of money can substitute for that one, except we’re talking millions sha.

On Sunday morning, I dragged myself out of bed, took a shower, dressed up and went for mass. Yes, I am catholic. Nowadays, church was just a routine for me because I had been raised to attend mass every Sunday. Plus I had to keep the Sabbath day holy too you know, try to avoid the sins you can avoid. As I already used my leg to stroll inside fornication, let me try to remain inside only that one and not add ‘Keeping the Sabbath day unholy’ to it. I sat in the congregation and as usual, my mind drifted off. I had played the sex scene in my head a million times already, I couldn’t even prevent myself from replaying it at every opportunity I got. I had the plan in my head, from my clothes to make up to how I would cat walk to the sex, everything. I just needed to make touch ups to any loop holes that there might be. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn’t even notice when people sat or when they stood up. I just sat down throughout the mass and went back to my hostel when mass was over. As I was making breakfast, baby boy called to find out how I was doing. After all the greetings, he said he wanted to take me out to dinner. Person that I wasn’t ready to see till Tuesday, he wanted to take me out. Abeg abeg abeg, hope this one is not those gum body types that won’t allow person breathe because me I no get power for that one. Na money and knacks I dey find. I just told him that I had test the next day and I hadn’t read anything so I was going to be in the library throughout. ‘Wow Naya, you’re such a serious student. Well done’ he said. LOL. If I hear say I dey go library. I just replied saying ‘What can we do?’ then he asked ‘How do you balance your life? School, business, fun, altogether? ‘. Trust me to have the perfect reply, ‘It’s God o’ I said. He laughed and said he was going to hang out with his friends since I had turned him down. I just laughed, apologised and hung up. The rest of the day was uneventful and before I knew it, it was Monday.

I normally hate Mondays, but this Monday was different. I was enthusiastic because I was about to get me a money bag. That day, I even bought dinner for my roommates. The bible kuku says ‘Give and it will come back to you. Good measures, pressed down, shaken together and running over’. So as I opened my hand and gave to others, God will open Lade’s hand to give to me too. Monday passed away slowly, like probably the slowest night ever. I couldn’t sleep a wink. I was just tossing and turning and for some reason, I was uneasy. What if my plan fails? What if he rejects me? What if his fiancé walks in on us? I would surely be dead meat. No, I had to be positive. Nothing could go wrong at this point. I was going to walk into that office on Tuesday and do what I planned to do with all the liver in me. I knelt down and prayed that God should help me go through with it successfully. With that, I went back to bed. Then I woke up at 10 am on Tuesday. The D Day was here.

32 Comments on The Lagos Side Chick S1E7

  1. This is gettibg more and more intriguing. Those ones that moved the dress they’ll be there and looking at you even while you’re searching o. Busy Sunday as an excuse to Lade is just the way to go ❤❤❤❤

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