The Vivacious Tiffany

Ikr... It's been a while. A really long while... Today just happened to be one of those days. Woke up with a pounding head and no desire to get out of bed. Unfortunately, I had to. A mountain of bowls and containers from last night's party were awaiting me. The stink of stale stew emanating from them was already making my weak stomach threaten to bring back what's left of yesterday's dinner .

Dressed in a blue denim dress shirt with a matching peach sandal and peach handbag, Yetunde stylishly catwalked into the exquisitely designed auditorium swaying her hips at every step she took.

Victor, my closest friend came to my room. "Please can I borrow Dolapo for a while. " I glanced at Dolapo but she had this blank facial expression she always had. No one but me knew what went on behind that unexpressive countenance. "Sure" I reluctantly let her go because my friends said I've become clingy to her. I could sense her reluctance as she went with him.

For students schooling at areas close to yaba, they would know that yaba market at night is the ultimate shopping experience, especially for gals. Where do I start from? Is it the shoving and jostling? Or the thousand hands grabbing you to either bring your attention to their wears or just for the fun of it. Just yesterday, I and some friends needed one thing or the other and decided to go to yaba market together. The journey started from the College of medicine, University of Lagos ,also the Lagos university teaching hospital (LUTH), where we happened to be students. Everything was off from the beginning. You know those days when it feels like the universe is wishing against you; everything keeps going wrong? Well, this was one of the days. Started from crossing the road right in front of the school gate. It seemed like all the bikes and buses were determined not to allow us cross to the other side. After what seemed like forever, there was a lull in the traffic and we crosse...

I had been watching her for weeks. She wanted it. She had been taunting me. Flaunting her body like that. Well, I'm gonna give it to her. It was mid-day ,perfect timing. I moved swiftly and quietly across the balcony to the screen door. The door was never locked. She really wants me to come in. She was in the kitchen, singing along to the lyrics of Asa's "The one who never comes" playing in her headphones. Oh gal, don't worry, I'm here now. She didn't hear me come up behind her.

Well ,when it started I was happy. I felt it would give me time to prepare well for my incoming exams. I'm not so sure that's happening. All I've been doing since is watch movies, hang out with friends and sleep. If anything, the strike has worsened my condition. The little I knew has flown from my head.

Simi drove away from the house in a rage, her eyes blinded with tears. She was hurt beyond repair. It was difficult processing the thought of her marriage ending yet she couldn't bring herself to forgive this lying, cheating bastard again. The moans of pleasure she heard the evening before was on repeat in her head. Her hands were trembling on the steering.  It was a miracle she got to the hotel safely. When she finally got settled in her hotel room, she hurled herself at the bed and wept bitterly. Needing someone to talk to, she called the one person that could understand her situation.  Tunde was a friend, a colleague.  They had a kind of chemistry neither of them could explain.  Despite her love for Sam she just couldn't deny the attraction to Tunde. Tunde answered the call almost immediately it got through. " Hello dear, how are you? “."I need to see you”, she said tearfully. " Where are you? "he asked.  She told him. " I'll be there right a...