My first ever silent disco experience...
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Silent disco is fun, I've been a quite a number of them but my first experience was a better forgotten one. (Photo credit: Pinterest) |
Desperados’ silent disco party comes up on the beach this Friday and it reminds me of my first ever silent disco; it was one hell of a night, I started and ended a relationship that day.
Titi had started posting a certain guy on her status then, I knew
we were over but I was still living in denial like someone who’s Bet9ja ticket has
caught fire but he’s thinking he didn’t pick certain teams, we’ve all been
there, right? I was looking to have someone to post too to get back at her.
I was on a iRepublic gig with Prestige that year, this fine
coke-bottle-body girl was in my DM; she was a law student at Unilag, she knew
someone I was friends with then so, it was easy for us to get along. One thing led
to the other and we had to get to meet.
She told me about a silent party event at 1004 and it was a
no-brainer. I wish I had time to think about it twice but when the devil is on
the beat, even the senior pastor will dance if he “loose-guard”. Remember, the
head that will suffer knocks will not go “un-knocked” even if it’s on bowler
hat.
My office was on College Road Ogba, Hillary offered to come pick
me from her Magodo house and it all felt like heaven. It was our first ever
date, it was a case of “let’s get to see, evaluate each other before we start
dating officially” so, I was on my Paco Rabanne and new pair of shoes.
We spend some quality time cuddling on my reception couch. Right
there and then, we started dating LOL; I rushed my deliverables and we went to
Mega Chicken to grab something to eat, while time a bit before heading to the
island for the silent disco.
We left Ikeja around 7pm. Police stopped us twice and, on both
occasions, I had to run them some “change” as she was driving without drivers’
license and she insists no one else will drive her car. We had flat tire on
third mainland bridge, it took an hour for us to sort it at a cost of course… I
should have known.
We finally got to the venue on the wrong side of 9pm. We spent an
hour at the car park waiting for someone to get us in; I didn’t feel the
waiting period because we were all cuddled up in the car, I had enough time to
rethink my life and carry my one and half legs out of that situation but again…
Coconut head…
To be continued…
Ogbeni finish this story jor
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