Ronke
came into my life like some huge joke, and I never quite took her serious for a
long time afterwards. Yes she was nice in more ways than one, atleast that’s
what I thought initially.
About
two years ago, someone sent me a request on blackberry messenger and I
accepted, I always give strangers a fair
chance at expressing themselves. She had gotten my pin from a friend she
wouldn’t mention, and since I was overly busy that saturday morning, I never
cared to push it- maybe I should have.
Anyways,
we gradually got acquainted and I accepted to meet with her after much
persuation; my shakara is much like that, I know. She was good looking in a
geeky way, had cash (no be say I broke o) and spoke well. The latter is one
major quality I always look out for in anyone I come across.
“I’lld
rather we stick to being friends”, Ronke had asked me out 24hours after we
officially met, Yes she did and not like I was any surprised than the day I
discovered my “underarms” were getting grassy. I don’t mean to blow my trumpet,
but “m good looking, enough to knock “honeyzzz” off their feet…Ronke was sure
disappointed at the reply she got but she tagged along and we got comfortable
with each other. We stayed that way for a long time but I could sense she
wasn’t content with just friendship, she yearned for more and out of pity I was
gonna indulge but…
To Be
Contd.
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