Why am I still
writing knowing fully well that someone somewhere now has VIP access to the
page five of my dairy? I know writing is my own way of dealing with shock,
surprises and any other blow life throws, but shouldn’t I be writing somewhere
else?
Page five of my
secrets is not safe anymore! And I wonder why Wale took episode five from my
diary. It’s funny how the memory of that faithful night rushed to me like flood.
This was supposed to be a hidden page, but since Wale has decided to rip it, I can
as well spill it, rewrite and reveal it this time.
I was up in in
my room, alone with my thoughts, sipping on a glass of wine. Okay now, I know I
had too many to call it sipping or to even say a glass of wine. Bottles perhaps
describe it better. The more I thought, the more I drank. I just couldn’t stop
thinking about the life I've led, things I want but may never have, and the
things I have, wishing I didn’t.
Mom and dad traveled to where? Was it Tanzania or Zimbabwe? And I was supposedly home
alone. Thinking of it, I should have thrown a house party. I know I don’t have
lots of friends but then a house full of strangers is a million and one times better
than a house with just me in it.
Like I wrote I
was supposedly partying alone; enjoying the company of me and my imaginations.
I had Beyoncé to keep me company as I put her latest album hit - Drunk in love
on replay. Lost in the moment, I decided to strip naked and get drunk on rum
too. And just when everything in me started to party, you just had to spoil the
moment didn’t you?
In my head I
was on the beach surfing with Jay Z, as I was shouting surfboard with my two
hands up in the air and my boobs jumping up and down to the moment, when I
heard knocks on the door. At first I thought it was my mind playing tricks on
me after so much bottles of wine. I lowered the music thinking who could be at
the door by this time?
It was way pass
midnight so who could be moving at this time. Jay Z? Excited I ran towards
the door naked before it hit me that ‘girl why the f**k would Jay Z be at your
door?’ On that note to self I grabbed the closest cover I could get and answered
the door. And hell yeah, it just had to be you - Wale; standing there with that
skinny bitch you call your girlfriend - Betty.
I wouldn’t lie
that I was amazed that you could keep the bitch that long though. Kudos to you
on that!
Before I could
say Jack, he shoved me and entered the house telling me it was my dad that told
him to come stay the night with me. Was I a kid or something? Even if he told
you to come didn’t he give you time? Or your broke ass nigga watch is broken?
All that didn’t
even matter at the time. I was virtually naked even with the cover I got - a
table napkin and it only felt right to go get something proper to wear. But God
knows where both asses were coming from and what had been drinking and smoking.
Without any
regard to human nature and my privacy Betty gushed the wine left in the bottle,
turned up the music and started pulling her clothes off as she screamed it’s a naked
party baby! Wale joined in the madness and before I could scream awkward he
snatched the napkin and nudged both Betty and myself to make a toast.
For starters, I
didn’t know that both Wale and Betty looked cute naked. It wasn’t like he was
big below and she was excessively endowed, I swallowed my saliva at the sight
of her fresh big tits, everything just seemed to me in the right proportion and
I could totally care less.
I rushed to the
stellar to get us more wine. I grabbed as many as I could carry knowing that
was a night we might all live to regret but we might as well enjoy it. I was
over excited that we were cool despite the history between us. Who would have
ever imagined us three dancing, shouting naked together? Reminded me of
childhood, when we all bath together, innocently looking at our beneath, but now,
nothing is innocent about the look I am getting from wale nor the one I am
giving Betty’s tits.
We drank,
danced, got wasted, did the unthinkable which to me is nothing to hide, I mean
we only touched each other in funny places and didn’t take anything further. I
watched Betty bent over while Wale plunged his dick into her vagina, I played
with her tits, kissed her a bit, I love the look on Wale’s face when he was
climaxing and Betty was screaming please don’t cum inside, Wale promised not
to, but boys will always be boys, he came inside her, without condom, I
shamefully walked to my room while they both cuddled on the sofa.
So why would
you reap off those pages? Was it awkward reading them? Or didn’t you like the
way I described your body or Betty’s? That was one hell of a night and
surprisingly the best fun night of my life.
Let’s be
matured about this, and act like it never happened, it’s not even like Wale is getting
married to Betty.
Shit! I just
got a call from mom like right now asking me to come to her house right away.
She never calls my full name except something is up and she f**king just did.
She said we need to talk. Talk about?
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This is getting more interesting and your writing has improved greatly,please keep it up Ayodeji.Cheers.
ReplyDeletei am looking forward to the next piece
ReplyDeleteDeo next episode pleasssse
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