I pulled over in front of her hostel called her but she was still mad, she said she was upstairs but did not want to see me. I decided I should just let her be cos her temper tantrums were begining to get on my last nerve. Then came this shabby and scruffy looking elderly man from no where, started questioning me and harassing me, I lost my cool when this man went on holiday with vitriolic invectives calling me names like cultist, armed robber, Otokoto and all that. I came out of the car and shouted back at him, I told him to 4ck off and that was it. The man went haywire and started making calls, I was still busy trying to calm myself down and leave, then all of a sudden, like a mad november rush, a car pulled up right in front of me and about five hefty dirty-eyed guys(whom I later learnt were the vigilante guys attached to the school) pounced on me and made pains rain on me. I was beaten black and blue and taken to their station, there they fabricated stories of me being involved in a shoot out that had happened a day before. Chei! There I was helpless and stripped off of all my manly right.they siezed my phone, collected my wallet and even broke my side mirror while ransacking my car. My brothers and sisters na this morning na im dem release me o. As in eh. . .these guys beat val comot for my body, I could not go to work cos I was just writhing with pains all over. I called the yeye Biatch this morning and I discovered she was not even in her hostel while all these were happening, probably with some other dude partying somewhere while my torture lasted. My people that os the story of my valentine o. . . .you tell me yours!
Sunday, 8 February 2015
My Sad Valentine Story by nairaland.com
So much brouhaha about valentine, I decided not to lose out in the love spree, besides it was going to afford me the opportunity to indulge, "so I thought". I had just hooked up with this fine gurl via facebook, we later met in person in her hostel in school because she was kind of nutty and a bad gurl, I decided I was going to take her seriously at least while the Valentine fever lasted. Earlier on, she had complained on facebook that she did not ve a val date, I offered myself and just like that, I concluded val was going to be with her. Time and venue were fixed, this time not in her house though. At around 5pm I was still at work and hastening things up to make sure I did not 4ck up my date, finally, I rushed home, had my bath, dressed up and started making out for the venue of my date by then she had overwhelmed my phone with an avalenche of missed calls and txt msgs. I was trying my best to meet up but the traffic was just terrible then finally she called, this time she was noticeably angry, she announced her departure from the venue inspite of my plea, she hung up! Anyway, I decided to drive down to her hostel and hope I will calm her down with gifts and loving but I was wrong, fate that night was equally angry with me too. . .dont know why, may be for keeping late.
I pulled over in front of her hostel called her but she was still mad, she said she was upstairs but did not want to see me. I decided I should just let her be cos her temper tantrums were begining to get on my last nerve. Then came this shabby and scruffy looking elderly man from no where, started questioning me and harassing me, I lost my cool when this man went on holiday with vitriolic invectives calling me names like cultist, armed robber, Otokoto and all that. I came out of the car and shouted back at him, I told him to 4ck off and that was it. The man went haywire and started making calls, I was still busy trying to calm myself down and leave, then all of a sudden, like a mad november rush, a car pulled up right in front of me and about five hefty dirty-eyed guys(whom I later learnt were the vigilante guys attached to the school) pounced on me and made pains rain on me. I was beaten black and blue and taken to their station, there they fabricated stories of me being involved in a shoot out that had happened a day before. Chei! There I was helpless and stripped off of all my manly right.they siezed my phone, collected my wallet and even broke my side mirror while ransacking my car. My brothers and sisters na this morning na im dem release me o. As in eh. . .these guys beat val comot for my body, I could not go to work cos I was just writhing with pains all over. I called the yeye Biatch this morning and I discovered she was not even in her hostel while all these were happening, probably with some other dude partying somewhere while my torture lasted. My people that os the story of my valentine o. . . .you tell me yours!
I pulled over in front of her hostel called her but she was still mad, she said she was upstairs but did not want to see me. I decided I should just let her be cos her temper tantrums were begining to get on my last nerve. Then came this shabby and scruffy looking elderly man from no where, started questioning me and harassing me, I lost my cool when this man went on holiday with vitriolic invectives calling me names like cultist, armed robber, Otokoto and all that. I came out of the car and shouted back at him, I told him to 4ck off and that was it. The man went haywire and started making calls, I was still busy trying to calm myself down and leave, then all of a sudden, like a mad november rush, a car pulled up right in front of me and about five hefty dirty-eyed guys(whom I later learnt were the vigilante guys attached to the school) pounced on me and made pains rain on me. I was beaten black and blue and taken to their station, there they fabricated stories of me being involved in a shoot out that had happened a day before. Chei! There I was helpless and stripped off of all my manly right.they siezed my phone, collected my wallet and even broke my side mirror while ransacking my car. My brothers and sisters na this morning na im dem release me o. As in eh. . .these guys beat val comot for my body, I could not go to work cos I was just writhing with pains all over. I called the yeye Biatch this morning and I discovered she was not even in her hostel while all these were happening, probably with some other dude partying somewhere while my torture lasted. My people that os the story of my valentine o. . . .you tell me yours!
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