I dialled his number and it rang for the second time in a row, where the hell was Freddy and why was the idiot not picking my calls??
I had been standing on the highway for almost one hour. My Range Rover had broken down and I had no idea what happened to the silly car. It was working perfectly before.
My leg had started to hurt simply because I had been pacing up and down in my 5inches Zanotti heels.
Dialing Freddy's number again, I opened the car, got inside and waited for the idiot to pick up. I was so going to give him a piece of my mind. I just hope he was not busy banging any cheap "punani".
The Call connected
"Hello babe," he said in a shaky voice like he had been running a marathon. I was actually right; the idiot must have been banging a Chick while I was here suffering.
"What on earth is wrong with you" I thundered
"You abandoned me here with this second-hand Car"
"You refused to pick my calls"
"Are you mad already?"
I was really boiling and when I am angry I tend to over react.
He mouthed a quick reply barely audible to my ears and before I could say jack he ended the call with a "Babe I have to go, send me your location and I'll come pick you up".
What the hell just happened?
Did that broke ass guy just ignored me?
I was still thinking of a way to get out of the mess I got into when my eyes fell on my nails.
What I saw fueled my anger.
One of my neatly manicured nails had fallen off! This cannot be happening. I spent two hours fixing those nails; I paid fifteen thousand Naira for it and in a bid to open the car's bonnet when it broke down one of my nails fell off.
I checked the time and it was past noon, I was really running late and I was sure Rukky would have my head if I don't get my ass down to Club 44 very soon. She was giving me an offer of a lifetime. I must not mess things up but I was still stuck with this god has forsaken car.
I picked up my Gucci bag, my phones, dropped the car keys on one of the chairs, got out and banged the door after me. I won't let any car wreck my plans; the idiot would come and carry the rubbish car himself. I was going to get someone to buy me a new one later.
Not minding the scorching sun, I elegantly stood like a queen beside the road, waiting for a "Mr Charming" who appreciates beauty to stop and pick me. Yes I was beautiful I knew it, I had everything a guy wanted in a lady. Long legs, a contoured face, a banging booty. What else could a guy ask for?
I had everything I wanted at my beck and call, money was not a problem. I changed cars like clothes. I fly in and out of the country whenever I wanted. I don't really have a fixed income or job. I had been "self-employed" ever since I graduated from the university two years ago.
As the saying goes, I was using what I have to get what I want. I was a proud sugar baby. People talk but f*ck that shit!! money must be made and I had the perfect tools to use, the tools being my body actually. My area sister Rukky would be connecting me with some real sugar daddies later that day and I was not going to mess it up for anything.
Just when I thought my legs were finally going to crack, a Landover parked in front of me and I was doing a super Shoki inside me.
He rolled down his window.
"Can I help you sweetheart?" he asked in a baritone voice.
I did a quick survey of his face, dude looked cute and rich.
He looked like a potential "investor".
"Yes please, I need a lift,” I answered flashing him a Rihanna inspired smile.
A Nigerian slang used to describe a person who acts daft.
Jamaican slang for vagina.
To be continued... Sunday
To be continued... Sunday
By Abdulwahab Olajumoke