Tseju's Bayo

Chapter Four

It took Tseju three and a half years and 3 sessions to finally pay homage to the stipulated 5 year - thanks to Di's course of study - home of her friend. On the third and final day of the visit, Tseju was sorry it took her this long to get here. In that time, she'd met Di's home away from home squad, 3 mad children whose life motto was YOLO. That meant nothing good, at all. She'd seen amazing sights, stayed up late nights to gist, eat and gist. She finally had the girls' hostel experience. Back home, she stayed off campus in a co-ed hostel. In her opinion, the difference between all girls and co-ed was the freedom of nakedness. Sigh. Bliss. Most importantly - her mama ain't raised no ungrateful foodie - she had been introduced to Edoro's Diner, the home of all you can literally eat! A bit pricy, but every tasty spicy morsel was worth it. Then, to crown it all, she had a new potential toaster.

Bayo the Hottie: So, we didn't really get to talk much earlier."

Yes, she saved his name as Bayo the Hottie, at least it was better than Toaster Number Taty Tiri.

Me: Yea, the distance from where we met to Edoro's was quite short, but at least we established that I'm a foodie, and that we have granmama to thank for your one pack."

Bayo the Hottie: Did you grow up with boys?

Me: Yes, why are you asking?

Bayo the Hottie: That would establish your knack for teasing.

Me: 😂😂😋😋

Bayo the Hottie: What university do you attend, that's if you're still a student.

Me: I'm not a student oh. I'm a full time working class lady. 😊😏

Bayo the Hottie: Oh really🙄🙄 what do you do?

Me: I'm a full time daughter, full time student, part time daydreamer, full time gossip pardner to all my darling friends, currently working as a full time nanny to three rugrats. I also work overtime surfing the net 😊😊

Bayo the Hottie: Oh wow, you have such a hectic schedule? How do you manage?

Me: Typing...

Incoming call from Mommy Dearest

"Yes mother?"

"Good evening to you too."

"Sorry, good evening ma."

"Ehen. How are you?"

"I'm fine mom."

"Have you eaten?"

"Dinner no, I'm not eating again this night, it's already late."

"Oh. Well, I've eaten, and I'm fine thanks for asking."

Tseju rolled her eyes. Nigerian moms may have perfected the art of guilt tripping, but after over twenty years of the same technique, she had grown immune. Right now all she wanted to do was talk to man. "Oya sorry. What did you eat?"

"Amala and gbegiri. Mama Ada made some and brought for me. Ehen, remember Tunde?"

"Er which one, I know a lot of Tunde's." Tseju hoped it wasn't the Tunde she knew.