Home Trending Events Reviews Awards. Sign in. Log into your account. Password recovery. Recover your password. Tuesday, February 25, Disclaimer Blog About me. Forgot your password? Get help. Share on Facebook. Before you read this, please note that this is not a work of fiction.
This is a story of how I fell in love with a stripper. Yes, I did fall in love with a stripper. I can see you twitch your nose and frown as you read this. They are. They get paid wages and tips on the side, yeah!? So six months after the incessant remindal of how I was wasting my life working a hotel job I packed my bags and baggages, told my parents bye and moved to the greatest city in Africa; Lagos.
As usual I found Lagos scary and confusing. I lost my way on numerous times trying to get to my destination. One time, I took a bus from Lagos Island on my way to Ojota. Somehow I missed and passed Ojota and found myself in Ikorodu! I got my first job as a Content Uploader two months after I moved into Lagos. My salary was N65, after tax and other compulsory deductions. I was happy, at least for once I could contribute to the upkeep of the house I inconveniently shared with my friend.
Coincidentally my birthday came one week to the salary date. I remember it clearly because it was a Friday. The day my life changed. I had gotten home, had my bath and was sitting outside on the varander as there was no power in the house. My friend and host Danjuma, returned home and was screaming birthday boy as he opened the gate of the compound we shared with ten other tenants. I smiled at him and told him thanks. We made noodles, ate and I prepared to see a movie on my laptop.
Anything for the boys? Minutes later he came back into the room and said I should dress up. That he had a suprise for me. Bemused and wondering what he was up to, I changed into a pair of jeans and a teeshirt. At this point I assumed it was an eatery or restaurant.
