So on one saturday morning, I went out 2 use the ATM close to my house. It was one of those days u wake up with a hangover and u somehow, try 2 justify ur 'misbehaviour' the previous night by getting up early to carry out some house cleaning exercises. I wore a pair of shorts and a rumpled Tee shirt, got into the car and drove straight to the ATM. I had to buy some household items.
After driving round looking for the ATM with the least human traffic, I finally found one. Queued up, and got some cash. As I turned to take my leave, I saw a lady that looked familiar. Now, I have a habit, good or bad. But as soon as I spot a familiar face, I walk up straight to u and strike a conversation, and even if u don't recall, I always find a way of reminding u, no fronting. Classmates from prim/secondary school, university, old neighbours, friends of friends, etc.
So as I turned from the ATM, I saw dis familiar lady with her hijab on, someone that we sat in same class and were actually friends for 4 years back in our university days. As I wanted 2 walk up to her, she somehow, deliberately turned away and acted as though she didn't see me, or perhaps, didn't want me talking to her. I immediately read the signs and walked away. The alcoholic content in my system didn't even help as I wanted to get the items needed at home and go back to sleep. And as I got to my car and was leaving the bank premises, I noticed her staring at me through the rear mirror. Whatever her reasons for that was her business.
Fast forward a couple of weeks later, I was one of the resource persons at an event organized by my office for training various Entrepreneurs in our Entrepreneurship Development Programme for possible funding opportunities for SMEs. This Lady was part of the trainees, yes, the same lady from the ATM incident. So I asked all the trainees to stand, after introducing yourself, your business interests, and background, u could then sit. When it got to her turn, she introduced herself, and at the mention of her background, it was now confirmed. She was indeed my school mate. I asked her if she recognized me, she squeezed (abi na squoze sef) her face, took a second look at me, and started forming the most annoying drama ever known to mankind. "Ooooh! Emma, is dis u? You look different, was it u I saw at d ATM the other time?" At that point, I couldn't take the pretense anymore. I politely asked her to sit, we'll catch up later. It was really awkward.
Sorry for the long post guys, I actually saw her again today, and guess where? At the ATM, on a Saturday morning. I was still putting on my shorts, only this time, she walked up to me and said "Hello"

Girls and forming are like men and boxers

Shite happens..

I still don't get the point of ur story

moral of the story pls......

Trifling epistle - inane poster

nickkylawve:

whats your problem?

ask me why waste my time....leave garri mah de soccck.....focus on dz shii de read.......nw d garri don over rise......mtwwwssssshhhhhh

007Bruce:


whats your problem?

iono sef

007Bruce:


whats your problem?

iono sef

007Bruce:

whats your problem?

iono sef

nickkylawve:
iono sef

you should see your doctor then...

That's women for us my guy. Always coming closer when the pasture is really green

But my guy, don't use this attitude to judge her and distance her from u y'know, try keep her as friend cos they say; 'having a female as best friend is like having a chicken pet, you will eat it someday'.

No tell me say d story don end ooo

TOMTOM15:
moral of the story pls......

stop forming for guys on rumpled T-shirt and shorts.. moral: D

armylord:
stop forming for guys on rumpled T-shirt and shorts.. moral: D

lmao well said