The Event Usher

He looked at himself once again at the rearview mirror once again; his eyes were bloodshot red,  he was literally high and he knew it, but it was his only solution to giving a good performance.

The paparazzi has already crowded his car so he needed to put on sunshades and pull up his hoodie and with the coverage of his well-built bodyguards, he maneuvered his way through the pressing crowd of paparazzi, and camera flashes. He got backstage patiently waiting to get called up.

It wasn’t a long wait since he came in quite late.

It only took his presence and a “what’s up guys? Are you ready to party hard?” to get the crowd going wild, a few blow kisses for the girls, and his signature smile to put them in a full-blown party mood.

The performance went by quickly and he was grateful for every drop of alcohol that was in his system, It always did the magic.

Leaving the restroom after splashing some water on his face after his performance, by now he was completely sober, it was time to treat himself to some good sleep,

As he hurriedly took some pictures with fans who asked for one and tried to exit the building before the crowd increases, he didn’t see the person coming from the opposite direction with a tray of empty glasses and so he bumped into each her and the tray fell off her hand with all its content smashing into the hard floor.

He wanted to apologize even after the content of the glass ruined his favorite Puma tracksuit from David's collection but was surprised to see the waitress checking him out,

“Seriously!!”

He was annoyed but her face was adorable, however, he needed to snap her out of her daydream. “she might have done this on purpose just to get his attention,” he thought and he wasn’t having this; he was already angered by the thought of it and the fact that his favorite tracksuit had a huge stain on it.

“When you’re done checking me out, check the cost of my track suit you just ruin because you’re replacing it,” he said angrily

“I’m sorry,” she said and lower her eyes in embarrassment

“Oga abeg, na mistake” she pleaded

“Mistake kill you there,” he said as he stormed out of the place.

He was done with girls;  they were only fun tools and stress relievers. He was also done with love’ it was part of every growing child’s adolescent phase and now he’s an adult who sees reality as what it is.

The ladies only come for the money and can only offer one thing. Some cling to you like a bad body odor and he doesn’t want one because right now he’s trying to get rid of the one he has.

Affections and emotions are forbidden feelings and LOVE is an imaginative feeling that doesn’t exist for him and he plans on leaving it that way.

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𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 3 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳.

𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.

“𝘠𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭”.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘈𝘺𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘈𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘙𝘉 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯-𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯-𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭-𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦.

“𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘶𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥”, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘯𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘛𝘝!! 𝘓𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘓𝘺𝘢’𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘣 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳-𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴.

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘣 “𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘺 𝘚𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦! “ 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴.

“𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦 ! “𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺

“𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦 !  𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 !!” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯, “𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘨𝘰𝘥,” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵.

𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬-𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮

𝘊𝘰𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘯! 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 …….

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 she 𝘩𝘢s 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 30 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴.

“𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴” 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 her 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺.

“𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺” 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩

“𝘖𝘨𝘢 𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘨, 𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥

“𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦,” 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦.

She couldn't believe she has spent an entire 10 minutes thinking about the incident.

She released the breath she never knew she was holding and went back to cleaning up the mess.

Guess started leaving the venue, the party was over

Now, it’s time to clear up, take stock, and receive our pay.

“So na you pour wine for Sweet body abi?” Mr Charles the supervisor asked looking pointedly at her.

“You’ll be working as an usher for the next three events that is coming up and I’ll be taking out 20% from your pay per event starting from today,” he

Just when she thought all was going fine, this had to happen.

Anyways even ushering is better than being unemployed and listening to her mum constant nagging, and she’ll have the opportunity to step into places that she in normal circumstances wouldn’t dream of, not to talk of having to meet the high and mighty in the society, celebrities, and wannabes of course.

Let’s not skip the part where you get to see handsome faces of young eligible bachelors and elegant dresses worn by young fashionable ladies that is a sight for soar eyes.

mehn!! that's the only compensation for this corporate degrading job called event ushering.

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We have been stuck in traffic for the past 30 minutes and she was worried sick that it was getting late her mum is not the best of listeners, she was one to always conclude even before you get started with your explanation.

Omg!!!

“Lya 9’oclock don nack oo, e don be for me today,” she said after checking her wristwatch for the hundredth time that evening after leaving the event place.

“Babe calm down, after all nah hustle we go hustle,” Lya said

She couldn’t stop herself from worrying about how her mum was going to react, unlike Lya who knows how to maneuver her way out of situations like this.

“Owa oo,” they said in unison as the bus came to a halt.

They quickly highlighted or would I say literally jumped down due to the driver’s impatience.

“You dey craze” they screamed the moment our feet touched the ground.

Lagos drivers and conductors can be annoying but that was not the issue for now, neither was Lya’s unfiltered continuous chatter about the new guy she just met wasn’t of great help to her present situation.

What excuse would she give for staying out this late when she finally gets home was the script she was trying to pen down somewhere in my head in order not to say anything that would trigger her mum’s anger.

“Bye Lya”, she hugged Lya as she bid her goodnight, and like a sheep walking into the den of the lion, she walked, repeating her already well-thought-out explanation with every step she took.

The moment she stepped foot into the house, where her mum was, busy calculating her sales for the day with all smiles; she must have made good sales and was in a good mood.

“Good evening ma”, she greeted

“Good evening my dear, how work?”, she replied cheerfully

Fine, she said in surprise. She might have called her mum earlier to inform her about the emergency job she had to attend to immediately after Lya called, but she wasn’t expecting this calm demeanor.

“Hmmm…. this is good,” she thought as she walked into the little compartment they called a room in their small rented apartment, but before she could close the door to the room, she heard someone say;

“No be because I no shout you come think say you fit comeback anytime you like oo”

She didn’t bother to look at who made the statement because it can only come from one person; her mum.

It was too late for banters and she would end up being the loser, so she rather go to bed peacefully. With a tired smile, she closed the door and made her way to the bathroom to take her bath.

As she lay her head on the pillow, and allow her mind to ponder on how her day went, she pledged that her tomorrow would be free of clumsiness.

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩 𝙗𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.

Fingers crossed as we look forward to how she plans on making her tomorrow better.