*Disclaimer: This dream is just that a dream. Any resemblance to anyone real or fake is highly coincidental biko. If I described you on point. Oh well, you are just predictable ni yen.*
With that, enjoy reading!

I was sweeping my apartment with my Lagos imported igbale, counting the tiles as I went along trying very hard to suppress my anger at my messy roommates. I was wondering why I couldn't just be like everyone else and YELL at these babes.
Just as I was thinking that, in walks this caramel complexioned girl.
About my height, she had pretty eyes, smooth skin, white gapless teeth not chubby at all, with her hair bumped into a ponytail. She had pretty long hair too. She had on a knee length white summer cotton dress, that just made me hate her d more.
She wasn't fat or thick, but mehn! The backside on that chick! Ewoooooo!
How is that even physically possible?! I stared like a manner less goat, while at the same time making a mental note to ask God why he chose to give some the excess that should have been mine!

"Biko! What are you staring at?" She bellowed at me. I didnt have to guess. This could only be..
"Nice Anon?" I asked.
"Ehen? Whay are you looking at me as if you seen a ghost?"
"No o! I'm just.."
"You are just what? Anyways, where are those your useless roomates nne?"
"Uh?" I stammered.
"My what?"
"Your roommates biko! Abi you don't remember asking me to come and show you how to talk some sense into them? "
"I did?"
"Ah see this girl o! Nne, yes you did biko, and you also mentioned that Ibo boy would be stopping by again. I wanted to be here to laugh in person and enjoy it firsthand." I blinked wondering how she knew all of this.
"Nne, you really dont remeber?" I shook my head like a little puppy
"You are certainly crazier than you let on."
With that she let herself into my fridge...
"Bia you don't have anything to eat in this house?"
"Well, no that would mean me going to the grocery store. You know how that makes me nervous."
"You certainly are very crazy." All this while, Im standing with my igbale in mid-sweep and I'm wondering, how the hell did she find me?

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With that my living room fades, and all of a sudden I'm in this bar?
No. Cafe maybe? Like a quaint coffee shop. With a live band? No. A comedy show? No.
It looks like poetry reading of some sort. Oh cool. I didn't know they had these in this town. The host introduces some guy on stage, saying he is 'the next best thing in poetry'.
Right, I think to myself. His poetry better be on point then.
Lots of applause. This guy must be very good. How come I've never heard of him before?
In walks this guy. Tall, about 6' 2" maybe? Dark. Hmm not bad, I think to myself. He has the goatee-thing going on. Nice pressed slacks, with an argyle sweater on, and one of those kangol-looking hats on pulled to the side. Hmmm. The lips on him.....
And then he starts.
And I'm thinking to myself, where have I heard that before? But Im too distracted by his voice. Very melodious, lyrical almost. Like he is singing...