Stories By Hope

I needed to use the toilet... I don't know why alcohol makes me want to pee every time...does it happen to you? Anyways, I hated using the toilet during the parties because, it would always turn out that you were intruding on something. They keep forgetting it's my house. I left the house to make use of a friend's...thank God I had a friend who lived closed by and when I got back, what do I find? The Nkem guy dancing with one of those chics who like to get laid...with whoever. I wasn't going to let that happen. If he was here, then he was mine alone so I walked up to them and tried to catch his attention but it was so obvious he was pretending not to have seen me. I stood there wondering what to do... eyeing the chic... thinking about pushing her off but  decided to be polite at the last minute. I told the chic I was with him and when she tried to prove strong headed, I shot her those Cleopatra stares of mine and she got the message. Yes, people say ...

My sister Gabrielle was a party freak! There never was a weekend a party wasn't holding at our house. The house would be filled with people...most of them, I don't know. People tend to invite their friends to parties only they were invited to.  The booming sound coming from the music was always a pain in the ass for the neighbours. Yes they complained... ...but they could never do anything about it since we're still in Nigeria and nobody wants to take up a court case for noisy neighbours. I won't lie, as much as I didn't like that the noise disturbed the neighbours, I enjoyed those parties a lot. There was always drinking and dancing.... I know, that always happen at parties. Once or so, I would walk in on couples having sex in the bathroom...now that part irritates me. How horny can one get that a bathroom becomes comfortable enough for sex? I'm never trying that...at all. It was in one of these parties that i met him... Nkem... at first we w...