Off the train at Luton, it’s just a stretch to the shopping Centre. Feeling very much like a supermodel, I make my way to the busy side of town. I don’t need anyone to tell me, I know I look good. Kitted out in a dark-blue denim mini-skirt, yellow low-cut clingy top and a pair of wood-effect wedges with yellow straps. Yes, I was looking every inch the summer girl, inspired by the weather of course!

Oh, how rude of me! Forgive me. Let me introduce myself. The name’s Bibi, Lady Bee to you and a variety of other names to many. A single, studying and working girl, 24 and the best thing you will ever encounter. Now that we’ve met, back to my story.

I just came to while away the time here, probably get a thing or two but that rarely ever happens, doesn’t it? Armed with Teju’s (my main squeeze – emphasis on the main) debit card (yes, you read right – debit card. He works for it, we spend it. I work for it, I spend it). Just as I exit Next, I see an egbere-like character. IT has a very lush LV bag with red lining on one arm and a familiar figure on the other. DENNIS. “You gotta be kidding me” I think to myself. I am overwhelmed with jealousy; not because of Dennis being with the IT (wetin concern me? The guy no even try, see wetin he bring come public), but by the work of genius IT has on its arms. “Lord, why not me?” I ask heavens. I was about to turn and walk the opposite way, but too late. I’ve been spotted.

“Sarah” I hear Dennis call out. (Yes, I’m Sarah too….many more names as time goes on)

I turn towards them, a sultry smile across my face. I walk towards them, eyes fixed on him, boobs jiggling to the beat of my steps in a dignified manner (I thank God for my 34DD boobs on my size 10 frame and wonder bra too for optimising their potentials) and hug him so close my boobs must have made an impact because the fool doesn’t want to let go. When he finally does, “Miss thang” beside him isn’t happy. Oh well, not my fault. I can’t exactly help the fact that my boobs made him lose focus so easily. She then slips her arms into his, trying to create some sort of ‘he’s my boyfriend – back off’ kind of impression. If only she knew her precious boyfriend was asking me out to dinner just yesterday.

We exchange pleasantries.
“So what are you up to?” he asks.

Well, silly question seeing as we are in a shopping Centre.
“I just came to get one or two things” I reply politely.

I look at the girl, she’s still screwing her face. Ok, she needs to chill out, so I flash her a smile. Having done that, I am expecting an introduction from Dennis. There’s none. Now it’s getting a bit weird ‘cause I’m just here standing, smiling at Miss Screw-face and the idiot who seems to have been put under a spell by my chest. Time to bail.

“You know I’ve gotta be somewhere now and I’m running late. See ya later, nice to meet you!”

I say to the girl and quickly take my leave and hurry off down the exit. Five minutes later and a safe distance from them, my phone rings. It’s the idiot!

STAY TUNED

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