My name is Monica and this is my story.
It all started on a Sunday evening, I felt so big because
I cannot lower my standards to start talking to some
dead girls. I mean I’m a big girl, I should be found with
bigger girls and bigger boys. Anyways that’s aside. My
roommates were not around so I decided to start
tweeting.
I didn’t really have anything to tweet, I went
through peoples tweet so i started stealing people's
tweets. Most of my followers were retweetting it
because it was really making sense. My roommates got
back but I ignored them because I was really having
fun on twitter.
Around 1:00 am I got a DM from a guy, I almost
ignored it but I checked it. It was just ‘hi’ from a guy. I
checked his avi, OMG this guy is so handsome and on
point plus he has over 5000 followers. Definitely, he
must be a big boy and he should have cash, this
attracted me to him and we started chatting; in my
mind I have found new maga. He introduced himself
and told me he is loving my tweets because they really
inspire him. I told him they were all my thoughts.
He must have believed me because the next thing I
knew he started telling me his life story. He told me
how his girl friend broke his heart and all, he said he
loved the girl so much and gave her everything she
wanted; he gave her an I phone 4 and also got her a
diamond ring he proposed to her with. All this got me
thinking of when I would be getting my own diamond
ring. Since he got her an Iphone 4 I might get the new
Z10! Finally, someone to change my blackberry bold1.
He also mentioned giving her the key to his house in
Lekki when he was travelling to America to see his
parents.
My eyes were wide opened that was how I knew that
YES this guy is perfectly boxed up. I wasn’t going to
let him think I was the broke one, so I started forming
for him too. I lied to him about how rich my parents
were . I started consoling him and telling him that not
all girls are the same. Not because I pity him but
common this guy is young and rich and this kind of
fresh fish cannot slip away from my hand NO! When he
called me, I spoke with a black American accent I
learned from watching TV.
Soon we started planning our first meeting. He asked
me for how much I needed. I replied. No thanks, I don’t
need your money. He sensed I
was being modest and he asked me if 100 thousand
naira will be ok adding that he would give it to me when I
come over. I had to look good to impress this guy, my
broke Bottom had only two thousand naira. I went
ahead to buy a Brazilian weave on credit. I also
borrowed thirty five thousand naira from a friend. I
made a good meal. I got new clothes and other stuffs.
Nneka had warned me not to come back to school if I
didn’t get her money.
We met. While he drove me to the undisclosed place, I
talked and laughed at his dry jokes. We got to lekki he
stopped by one of the houses, he said he wanted to
get something from his friend. Immediately he left, his
phone rang but I didn’t pick up, the fourth time the
person called I picked up and the person said “I get
your message say you don pick the girl, abeg wait for
me before you start to dey knack am because I wan
knack am too. We go do am before you ask for her ATM
card and pin oo. Since you talk say na rich girl, he
mean say she go get correct money. No Bleep up oo
before she go no say you be broke guy, continue to dey
form fonee u hear, helooo, hello, hello”.
I took my things, entered the next cab I saw……….
Haaaaa BAD MARKET. Wat will I tell Nneka!!!
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