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Can you believe this Nigga (pardon my french), see me see question oo , O! razz thou art loose. All the sensitive places in her body that had risen in joy by just being close to this interesting young man had suddenly turned to nerve, O! she was sore vexed, she couldn't do anything about it because this was her year of emotional maturity, so she sat there like a zombie, plastered a smile on her face while thinking of the right way to deal with this. ............................ Timilehin knew he was headed for trouble but this girl is his kinda girl, I mean the crazy girl (yeah she cray!) won't stop yapping but she is damn funny, loves football and the her body is banging. Okay not that banging but she's got the right fat and all she needs is a trainer and Voila! that body will be banging.  He just found himself texting her, calling her, she got to him in that sort of crazy way that nobody has, the weyrey girl could be narrating how a rat and a roach were fight...

 Involuntarily, she got dressed thinking why should should she attend this party, she didn't buy the aso-ebi mainly because the her friend's cousin is not really her friend, "atleast I will eat free party jollof rice" she said to nobody in particular. Kemi was ready to go, something made her as positive as a Scotsman that she is going to meet someone interesting today, see Oluwakemi Fijabi is a very emotional and 'deep' person, very intuitive and kind of psychic, so when the little voice in her head said she would meet with something new interesting, she knew questioning such inner revelations was just wrong.  Coming down from the cab into the tiny hall, she has been here before so she didn't even bother looking inside for a space to sit, she looked up and saw her friend with a bunch of guys they schooled together. After exchanging pleasantries, here she was later smiling ridiculously with this random guy, thinking in her head, could it be him?...