Continuation.....Summer "97"

It was the 9th of september 1997, Bukola Ademola's birthday, i can bet i did not sleep the previous night.....I packed all my party things inside my knapsack, in my excitement i broke my knapsack ... Mogbe!! i almost started to cry, how would i attend the anticipated party without a knapsack?? i rushed to the other room in search of my cousin Rita, whom i gave the sad face and she asked me what was wrong. I told her i had a party but i just broke my knapsack! she hurriedly brought out the stuff in her own knapsack and proceeded to style me for my party......Now you see Rita is not my mate at all but she and i are as cool as cucumber and melon......When i was in primary six Rita was in SS3 so you can calculate the age difference. I told her i was going to get dressed at Folake's house and that Folake's daddy's driver would take us for the party   (lies from the pit of hell). As i was chatting with my cousin, Yetunde arrived all dressed in a very beautiful flowery spaghetti dress, trainers looking boots and a very shinny black knapsack. Rita looked at me and told me to start getting dressed ........so i wore my lumberjack, extremely short flared skirt that had suspenders attached to it, a long sleeved white with black stripes jumper top, and my spice girls black and white trainers like boot, with my newly borrowed knapsack.

When we got to Folake's house there was nobody in the house except for Folake...... When she saw us she screamed at the top of her voice, a loud screeching sound and she started singing "here comes the hot stepper" and we answered her by dancing our way up the stairs, looking like crippled flies...... when we got upstairs Folake told us her mum had just stepped out that she would soon be back, she also informed us that her mum said she could not attend the party because her mum wanted her to stay at home and i asked her for what though and she replied me saying "maybe to warm the house" that shit cracked us all up and i told her not to worry that we would beg on her behalf. When Folake's mum arrived we all gave her a very big smile and screamed MOMMY OYOYO!!! she asked us if we had eaten because we were not going anywhere, which made us all go Ahan!!! in unison....... Now you see Folake's mum is a very strict, dramatic, sweet, muslim woman with a beautiful smile and the largest hips and bumbum you can never fathom...... Yetunde and i started sweet talking the woman until she agreed to let Folake attend the party and we had to promise to get back by latest 7pm, now you see it was already 2pm and Folake still had some chores to do first. We helped her with her chores and she got dressed. Folake wore her really tight bell bottom pants and a flowery long sleeve satin shirt, then finished it with trainers like slip on shoes. By 4pm we were ready and our ride was waiting for us on the other side of Shitta.......We walked hurriedly to the boys. When they saw us they started whistling and eyeing us lasciviously, my friends were embarrassed but emi jugunu, i was basking in their admiring eyes.

There was loud music coming from Bukky's garage.....Oooooh boy was i ready to boogie!! We got out of the car... let me re-phrase...... I bounced out of the car elated to hear loud music......Oyenma was holding me by the waist.....cheesooox i had never been held by a boy in my life....i was feeling like Rizzo the bad girl character in the 1982 movie called Grease.....By the way that's my favorite movie.....When we entered the hall all the MG girls in attendant started screaming and we all started dancing.... the boys were totally feeling cool. We had some strong tasting alcoholic punch and porridge looking rice that surprisingly tasted good...... The song California by 2Pac came on and we all started bobbing on the dance floor...at that point Oyenma and i were dancing like they were going to give us gifts on the dance floor......we danced to all the 90s songs that came on and we were sweating like we had been running from Lagos to Kano...... then the lights went out and that song by Mariah came up.....Oyenma pulled me by the waist and we were tantalizingly  joined by the hip....i did not think i could survive it.....i was sweating and shaking....he told me to calm down that i would love it.....my eyes adjusted to the darkness and i used the opportunity to look for my comrades....Folake was holding IK really tight, but i could not find Yetunde.....Where tha hell is Yetunde, i thought to my self.....at that point i felt one strong tin chooking my stomach......i was stunned, my body started to tingle.....i was in heaven......We danced to four more slow tracks then Folake tapped me on the shoulder to start going home, i grudgingly disentangled myself from Oyenma's strong grip to whisper into his ears that we had to go....then the search for Yetunde began....we searched everywhere for that stupid girl because her date Boye was with us. Basirat Adamson told us to check the darkest corner of the crowded garage and lo and behold i saw Yetunde's mighty eyes shinning in the dark holding on to one Yankee looking boy called Wuyi....Cheeeeesoooox Yetunde you HO!!!! Folake and i started teasing her....all three of us started laughing....apparently Wuyi had asked Yetunde to dance with him when the first song started......They had been in that position from the beginning of the party.....to think that HO was the most innocent looking girl in the party....Don't let looks deceive you oh hmmm.

It was 9:30pm we all began to panic...What will we tell Folake's mum?? Ahhh!!! we don die!!! As we started to plan what to say when we got home, IK's car broke down at Yaba....... Jesu Oh!!!! we started sweating.... We told the boys we had to go...There was a lone conductor screaming Masha Masha!! at the place where the car broke down.....all three of us hopped into the bus without a backward glance at our dates.... Mumu us, we followed Folake home to beg her mum like we were also not in trouble already....When we got to Folake's house, her mother welcomed us with slaps and punches.....she started crying that Folake's father was back and was looking for Folake.....then she glanced at us with rage in her eyes and screamed at us to be gone in Yoruba....that shit cracked us up and we were trying not to laugh....she saw that, and she rained more blows on us....at that point Yetunde and i ran for our lives......luckily for Yetunde and i we got a bus that would drop me close to my aunts house and will also drop Yetunde infront of her house....When i got home, as i was sneaking into the sleeping house, my uncle Ezekiel was in the living room watching porn!!! Aha!! he dare not tell my aunt i got home very late if not i will also report him and his porn movie...we had a silent understanding....i snuck into my room....i was too exited to sleep that night and my body tingled for like 5 months thanks to Oyenma and his chooku chooku. END