ARAB MONEY

I was getting Used to the fact that that diamonds are not forever .Any ways, I wasn’t really in the mood to tell anybody except my BFF what transpired between myself and seal.

Besides, my exam was just some months away. Life is beautiful and I think I have every right to enjoy it despite my age.

It was time for me to move to lekki where I would be writing my SSCE.I was actually going to live with my mom’s younger sister who lives there.

She was the one who suggested that I write my exams there cos the schools there are better and they make better WAEC results than those in festac.

I also loved the idea because my aunty is a gangster nigga.she wouldn’t give me as much restriction like my mother would give me.

After dealing with my immediate problems with seal which included a series of begging, and promises. I decided to leave him.

It took a lot for me to like him, but just a little to wash all those familiarity and likeness from my mind.

I cried just a little bit, I didn’t have much to lose because I didn’t fuck him.

A few months to my exams, I moved to lekki, to enable me take classes where I would be writing my exams.

The day I started taking classes was the day I hated my life. The children there were so ajebo-ish and disgusting.

I cursed my aunt for bringing me there. We were living at lekki phase one, her driver took me to school and returned me every day, which I really hated.

I preferred my normal life in festac where I could trek and see things that would make me laugh, afterall I attended st.JUDES. All the people here on the island were so serious and uptight.

I made sure I always wore a serious look to scare those bitches.i hated the kids in the school because they irritated me.

It wasn’t as if I was pako, I just didn’t let my father’s money affect my thinking,i did things other people were doing.

My aunt’s driver dropped me off at school one morning noticed everybody was staring at a strange car that came to drop of a student.

This car was HOT! I reluctantly came down from our car and dragged my empty bag to school. I still do not know the make of that car till 2day.it has been 5years now.

And the student came down with an S.S.S official didn’t need anybody to tell me he is the child of a politician. (Like I cared anyway)

During my break, he came over to chat with me, I found out his name is Rahman a.k.a ARAB MONEY. We chatted for a while and it went like this.

HIM-hey

ME-hi

HIM-How come you do not know me?

ME-what makes you think I care?

When the dude saw I didn’t give a hoot about him, he started talking to me with courtesy. I noticed all the girls were flocking round him, and I wasn’t giving him that stupid attention.

That evening, I got a text from ARAB MONEY, saying hiii. Didn’t even know how he got my number.

I didn’t reply.

I smiled………………….

Called my BFF and said…………..sweetheart, our ARAB MONEY has arrived.

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