I was rolling on the floor! Hot tears was streaming down my face.What is this? Nothing but bad business.What a pity! Suddenly I bursted out laughing.But can this actually be true?
Nora is Derin”s younger cousin.She is a replica of Venus, the Roman goddess.She is absolutely beautiful and charming.Her physical configuration will make Beyonce and Kim develop constant headache and uneasy for eternity.She has this Arabian Fulani complexion,5 feet 9 inches tall, 36 inches bust, 24inches waist and 44 inches hip line…She looks like a carved statue, so clean and immaculate…
She came in with one handsome dude.I looked outside and saw a lovely ride.She introduced the guy as Kola, to Derin and I.Derin was not excited, neither did Nora show any great enthusiasm.I noticed Derin and Nora were trying to communicate with their eyes and i was lost!.
Kola was over the moon, the intensity of feeling he showed was overwhelming.He was so all over Nora.But honestly, who wouldn’t want to date and marry Nora! Nora is a beauty…and very choosy…which I find very disturbing.
Kola stated the reason why he came around.He wanted to meet Nora”s big cousin before meeting her parents.Derin had this disconcerted look on her face.I sensed she was not comfortable with their relationship,She managed to plaster a smirk on her face, and uttered in a hideous frightful tone,”Do you know Nora very well?”…What sort of question was that, huh?i was stunned and knocked for six.I thought Nora was going to flip and go berserk but she walked towards Derin in an awkward lopside gait and whispered quietly into her ears.Derin stood up and went upstairs.
Nora scrambled after her in a frantic rapid surge.I shouted at her,”Nora, be careful,be careful on the staircase.No one is chasing you?. I caught her side view.She looked dull and distressed…Hmmmm..
Kola gave me that “what’s up” glare.I returned the stare with “I dunno!.No be here we dey together, huh”…I could hear the tickling of the giant grandfather’s clock in the room,”tick-tack”, the silence was deafening!..Kola stole a glance at me.I raised my eyes, looked at him and observed he was profusing excessive sweat, in spite the cold temperature in the living room…Wahala wa o!.
Sheepishly, he voiced out his fear,”Madam, please…or is Nora engaged to someone else?”…That question struck a cord within me! “How come Nora is always changing men like sanitary towel?”…Henry, Kenny, Peter, Mike, Douglas, Tunde, Kunle, Ayo, Bosun, Ikechukwu, Dennis, Kayode and what’s that Hausa guy’s name, hmmmm, hmmmm….chai, I don forget o!…Before I could answer him, Derin and Nora trouped down the staircase…Halleluyah,I was relieved…
Derin smiled at Kola and told him it was nice of him to come over.
The smile freed Kola from the mental distress he was going through…After spending about 30minute telling us about himself and his background, he took his leave.I heard Derin advising him.She said to my hearing,”Mr Kola, please endeavour to know Nora,”inside out” before tàking any major step please.”..
We waved him off.When the security man closed the gates, I looked at Derin and she simply said,”Temi Yemi”, meaning “I perfectly understand what I”m doing”. Before I could sit down on the couch she said,”Deecherry, come along”.She ran up the stairs and I noticed Nora was not comfortable.I climbed the stairs after her…She opened the door to Nora”s bedroom.I followed her inside.I looked back and saw Nora dragging her legs…Kilode o! She opened a wardrobe and flinged “some stuffs” on the bed…I picked them one after the other and I was astonished! Who get these “laff wan kill me die” stuff! Lord,Jesus!!!”. Derin pointed at Nora who was at the doorway looking sombre!.
I sat down on the floor and bursted out laughing!But can this actually be true?I picked one of the under pant! Heavily padded pant! I wondered who designed it.I stood up, grabbed Nora and raised her flowing kaftan.Lwkmd…I tugged at the padded pant she was wearing and alas, Nora wasn’t 44 inches hip line o…infact from what I saw she couldn’t be more 30 inches…I pressed her boobs and I swear to you, it wasn’t the ordinary padded bra ,hers was a real “customized” one…No wonder she was discarding men like sanitary towels…Once they want to get intimate with her, fear would grip her….Make dem no discover the thing wey dey make dem kolo na nothing but mere illusion! All na heavily customized padded pant and bra…Nora is a stock fish…Flat like slice bread!
Men beware!
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