THE CHRONICLE OF A SINGLE 9ja GIRL. PART 1

This is an actual exploit of the heart of a Nigerian single girl.

My name is Leola but so many people mistake my name for Lola. (lols) It's fine because the ethnic is one.

Here I am sitting and watching the sun break through the clouds, the crack reminds me of the heartbreaks I have gone through to be here at Buj Arab for my bridal shower...

Mmmh, as the girls giggle over the muscular guys my mind rave through all the bachelor eves I have attended and all the late night drinks that lead to many heart chatter... well, before we go down the lane, let me start with how I got here....

• I am like a wounded soldier who eventually crawled to base. My 18th birthday was the beginning of all these chronicle.... 

Being the Ijebu girl that I am, my dad and mom were both born and raised in Lagos. I grew up in the high brow area of Lagos .

Just a week before I turned 18, my dad sent me to stay with my grand MA in the village .

I was so curious because my soft spoken Boyfriend would not share this moment with me... I had promised him a kiss once I am 18 and he has waited for 3 years... On getting to the village, my uncle came to pick me from the train station, he always speaks to me with English accent. I heard he schooled in London but all his questions were not my interest because I have anted a perfect kiss filled birthday and here I am in Ijesha with an overbearing uncle and no friends to celebrate my birthday with...

My Uncle told me there are lots to be seen but I wasn't intrigued. I greeted grandma who was so so delighted to see me and even prepared my favorite beans and vegetables.

I was elated and as I ate the beans with a posh demeanor I could see her peep at me with a smile. My cousin Gbenga came later that evening... he was in the village for holidays and equally waiting for admission so it gives me some confidence.

Gbenga came with Kunle,a striking figure I must say.. I immediately drooled over him and It felt like water was dripping down my thigh. Could this be the infatuation my sister told me about? (I asked myself) .He was well built ;his abbs and shoulders were broad. I saw myself leaning into his arm and his last lips called for my bite. I tried to conceal what I was feeling but then he spoke. His voice sounded like the voice of a French seducing voice over maestro.. "Good evening Leola" my God! even my soft Shy boyfriend never got my name right... my brains began to rewire and I stuttered and mumbled something that sounded like "hi"....

To Be Continued!