“Hello… Hey, Gabby, what’s up… For real? Kelvin is coming into town? How long will he be here for? … Ok, no wahala… I am coming, I’m coming…”
And then I ended the call.
Now, Kelvin is my friend, Gabby’s boyfriend, who doesn’t often come around. I secretly have a crush on him, but it’s something I will never act on . . . well, unless he dumps Gabby tomorrow and decides to carry on with me. Kelvin and I enjoy each other company, and as such, he always wants me around whenever he comes to see his boyfriend.
It was then 2:45pm as I left my lodge and hurried over to Gabby’s house, which was in town, so that we could scout for a good hotel for Kelvin’s accommodation, and make a ‘to-do’ list. When I got to his place, he was still getting dressed and took his time to come get the door, and it wasn’t very long before we settled into our usual repartee.
“Bitch, what was keeping you?” I fired as I followed him inside.
“Don’t mind me joor. You know I have to douche very well,” he replied cheekily.
“Oh, slut central,” I jabbed.
He laughed and began pulling on a shirt that looked like it was sprayed on him.
I gasped in exaggerated disbelief, “Bitch, that shirt is too tight, your boobs are screaming SOS.”
“That’s the idea,” he retorted coyly. Continue reading