I'm More Than Happy For Lagos Traffic

So it was raining, and I had decided not to drive to work because I was expecting traffic. On my way back, as expected, the traffic was completely locked, but I met this girl on the bus, and I just started talking to her to kill time. Let me call her Ada. Fine girl, the type that makes you sit up straight without deciding to.

And she met me there, no forming, we gisted the whole way, her landlord wahala, my own, where the best suya in Surulere is hiding. Before her stop I asked to see her again properly. She saved herself in my phone as "Bus Stop Ada" and Swēt I didn't change it for weeks.

Then we started texting. And it did not stay innocent o. By the second week we were typing things we'd never say out loud, the kind of message you lock your screen for when somebody passes your desk. I had it bad. By the time we fixed a date I felt like I already knew the kind of trouble she was.

Then the date came and this girl was behaving cold . Came in proper and reserved, like we never typed one word. I was confused die. But after the first drink she softened and told me straight, she just didn't want me thinking she was easy. Said she wasn't ashamed of anything she sent, she just has her pride.

Three dates, Swēt. By the third, I had already decided. God knows what I was planning for this girl by that point; if my neighbours had heard her, they would've called me wicked, and yes, I told her every inch of it because why not.

So on the third date, I didn't even ask. While driving to drop her off, I just told her, "You're coming home with me." She smirked and said, "You and who?" Swēt, I stood my ground like mad, didn't even blink. She giggled and agreed. Next thing I heard was "What took you so long?" I just smiled because she had no idea what she was in for.