Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

6 years ago

Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

We walked through with all eyes on me like a celebrity. I wasn’t a celebrity, I was just at the wrong place with the right girl.

“What are you doing here?” one of the girls there asked.

“I am the plumber, I came to fix the pipe,” I replied as the girl dragged me into one of the toilets and locked the door. There was no time for dallying. Her pants went down and her skirt went up. Then she placed her left foot on the closed WC and pulled me closer as my trouser dropped to the floor.

It was all rocking again as the party seemed like it would never end. People were disappearing in a pair of male and female and reappearing back more closer and exasperated. Willie had done his own disappearing and reappearing with Nelo after she had nearly raped him on the dance floor, courtesy of her indulging in too much drank and a little weed, I counted up to 3 times that they had disappeared and reappeared. James was simply no where to be found as I and my new girl snuggled to each other, all wet with sweat and the Pour that had missed the entry point.

At the corner, a guy sat on the floor crying his eyes out to an audience.

“Nna what is it naa?” A guy had asked him and he let out a high pitch sob before replying.

“I was coming here with my Range Rover, my only Range Rover. My 2019 Model Range Rover,” he paused and put his hand against his chest and cried again.

“Oga what happened to the car?” Someone asked again. Somehow a huge part of his audience was finding the whole thing funny, some laughing away at the drama.

“The jeep fell into the river and disappeared. My Range Rover disappeared,” the guy wailed. “And my mother was in that car.”

“Make we comot here. Na highness dy worry this one, he don high.” one of the guys said.
Everyone turned with laughter and started walking away. The wailing guy changed his tone.

“Nna, the things wey dy happen for this country dy pain me,” he cried as I walked into the dance floor with my stoned chic.