WEB-SERIES - DAIRY OF JUMOKE-Episode 1
•DIARY OF A JUMOKE
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I dialed his number and it rang for the second time in
a row; where the hell was Freddy and why was the mumu not picking my calls?
I had been standing on the highway for almost an hour.
My Range Rover had broken down and I had no idea what had happened to the silly
car. It had been working perfectly before.
Gosh!!!
My leg had started to hurt due to the fact that I had
been pacing up and down in my 5 inches tall Zanotti heels.
Dialing Freddy's number again, I opened the car, got
inside and wait 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’m 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 dude 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. This is not happening.
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 life time; I must not
mess things up but again I was still stuck with this god forsaken car.
As if controlled by a higher power, 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 yeye 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 up.
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 went, I was using what I have to get
what I wanted.I am a proud sugar baby.
People talk but arrgggggg money must be made and I had the perfect tools to use
- my body actually. My area sister Rukky, will 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 Land Rover parked in front of me and I did 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 Rihannah inspired smile.
*mumu - A
Nigerian slang used to describe a person who acts daft.
*punani - Jamaican
slang for vagina.
*yeye –
useless
*Shoki
– a type of dance West Africa
check out for episode 2...
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