Diary of a Nigerian Girl (4)
I get to Oluchi’s in my blue midi dress feeling and looking so beautiful. Like I said I was going for a classy look which by the way was to make me look older. Isn’t it weird that the young wants to look old and the old wants to look young? I guess that’s life. I sight the bottle of henny and I grabbed it so fast I almost tripped. I poured some shots for myself and offered some to my friends but they were too busy dressing up to notice. I honestly didn’t care though because that just meant more shots for me.
About an hour later, we were finally ready. We drank some more and got an Uber. We lost count of time and now running late. I mean this shouldn’t be a surprise because as Nigerians, some of us are always latecomers. It was my first time at this club but it was live, live enough to bring me back again. I’d like to continue telling you guys all that happened but unfortunately I drank so much, that entire night was a blur. I have tried and tried to remember but I can’t. I can only recall everything that happened till we got to the club. It just means I had an amazing night and it made me feel like I was in a hangover movie.
I woke up the next day to stories being told by my friends about my behaviour. I honestly think it was funny though lol. Perks of being single, you can do anything you want to do. Oluchi pulled me to the bathroom and said I met an older man. I was so surprised because I still can’t remember the whole night. She asked if I was comfortable with him having my number and honestly I didn’t care. Everyone knows I like older men. As soon as I got home, I got a text from the older guy. At first I didn’t know how to break it to him that I can’t remember meeting him so I decided to play along. Do you know how hard it is to pretend knowing someone? Let me help you. It is like when you meet a Nigerian family member at a gathering and you pretend knowing them. You spend the entire time calling them Ma! Sir! Aunty! Uncle! Or any other word you can think other than their actual name… This role-play goes smoothly till they ask, “What’s my name?” and reality hits you hard in the face and you start stuttering. Yeah? That was how it felt. I truthfully told him I couldn’t remember him and asked to hear his side of the story on how we met. He felt telling me the story in person would me much better and I guess that was his way of getting a date with yours truly, Moi.
To be continued