MY TREKKING EXPERIENCE

So after preaching trekking yesterday, I noticed all my pockets were wonderfully empty of cash. I remembered that Zenith Bank is still owing me for a lot of failed transactions. Like, I used USSD and Card payment systems, and money would just vanish from my account without the recipients ever receiving the cash. Na me and Zenith Bank today o! If dem no ever see my name for CBN shareholder list, we go know.

I then decided to embark on a serious trekking mission.Took a cab to the Zenith Bank branch at Jabi garage but point-blank refused to go in. Instead, I took a long walk to the UBA bank at Utako market so I could clear some Association commitments before I used my last 50 naira to buy GARRI finish. When done from UBA, I walked to the Zenith Bank branch facing Utako market directly, only to notice that branch don close since stone age.

So, I had to start trekking back to the Jabi garage branch. I was walking fast fast before I go sell my phone to buy fried yam. All these women selling fried yam at Utako just dey make the smell of yam and Plantain enter my eyes direct.

Walking along those bus parts for Utako, I heard "Hello sweet boy" I had to turn around because the voice was directly aimed at me. I was faced with a beautiful looking lady. This babe cook well well o, both front and back She then said Wassup. I immediately started cracking my head to remember if I knew her as old school mate or somewhere. She helped my confused brain by saying she saw me pass by earlier, went up, saw me coming back, and decided to hit on me.

I looked at her from head to toe... she looks too clean to be OS. Which kind lady on a Wednesday morning go boldly hit on guy for street like this. I get few experiences before, but nothing like this type of today. My mouth was locked tight to my teeth. Like, I was trying to form words, but nothing dey come out.

She noticed and explained that she was waiting for her bus to fill up as she was traveling back to School at UNIport, and she liked my swag when I passed by, so she felt like collecting my phone number.

I just burst into laughter! Dear married women, una dey see wetin una husband dey pass through on daily basis. Like, I no even get Suger Daddy potbelly and I never even reach 50 years, and this UNIport babe wan turn me to APC.

I put on my award-winning smile and said to her that "I be married man o, and my wife dey expect 6 children this weekend. This babe still boldly said it doesn't matter, that she can still have my number to be my friend. I looked at her very well again and said, "My wife go know and beat me proper. Then I quickly walked away without turning back.

Somehow, all the vex I was carrying for Zenith Bank just vanish. I was smiling on the street like a certified fool. Why am I smiling self I can't even explain.

I Love that girl boldness sha. If not married, I for don give her the number keep am as friend. But as a married man, we need to seriously be careful. If you understand what "beautiful death" mean... Devil no dey sleep. Make you no give any room for your home to scatter, no matter how great dodo sweet.

Do have a great day and always remember to pray well-well before you step out.

Until the moment when will shall dance in white Greater Grace.

Oyugbo Osagie Jonah 

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