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THE GROOVE THAT TOOK MY VIRGINITY πŸ˜‚πŸ˜­ (PART 1)

My three friends and I were gisting and talking about the previous lecture we had the day before and how two out of five lectures got cancelled.

That's FUOYE for you! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Imagine ooo

We had classes from 8 a.m. till 5 p.m., and the middle class got cancelled, so we had to wait until 5 p.m.

How frustrated I got that day. I had already wasted my transportation money just to come to school.

We were just expressing how furious we were about the situation when a message popped up on my phone.

It was from a random departmental cruise group.

I checked it properly.

An image was attached below.

It took several minutes to load the picture because my network wasn't that good.

That's FUOYE network for you πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

I beckoned to my friends to check out the picture.

The title stated: FRESHERS' NIGHT.

The three of us made eye contact and shouted out of excitement.

Let me give you the full details about me.

I'm Flora, the only daughter of Pastor Kewe Clinton.

My parents showed me the way of the Lord from childhood and taught me how to follow His precepts.

My parents are those overprotective parents who do not want their children to engage in any form of bad behaviour because they want to protect their family legacy.

I'm not allowed to go out, and I'm only permitted to befriend church members around my age.

I see this as a cage, and seriously, it always annoys me, but anyhow sha.

Fast-forward to when I completed secondary school, and I decided to leave home for the very first time.

I was really excited!

To cut the story short, I got admitted into the prestigious Federal University Oye-Ekiti, Ekiti State, to study Biochemistry.

I said 'prestigious', right?

Take ham play fessπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

I settled in very quickly because I had paid for and secured my accommodation while I was still at home.

I still remember the lies the agent told me and sent to me:

5 minutes' trek to school.

Hostel Gen.

Running water.

Omooooh! Story for another day. 😁😁

I started my medicals immediately, and that was where I met my two friends.

We're now ARO META πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

I was excited to have friends outside my church members for the first time.

It felt good, seriously.

We visited one another, and luckily, we were in the same department. Maybe that's what made us become friends, sef, because I met a lot of people that day, but I befriended just the two of them.

So, let's go back...

I've been telling them about my wish to go clubbing one day, and now, the dream was about to come to pass! 😁😁

I started scrolling down the graphics just to check the ticket prices.

Regular: ₦1,000.

VIP: ₦10,000.

Omooooh! Na regular oooo!

We made up our minds to purchase three tickets, and we did.

The night finally arrived, and my friends were all dressed up, waiting for me in my room.

I've been looking for a cloth I could use to rock the party for the past 20 minutes, but I couldn't find anything.

Then I turned to my friend.

"Can't I wear that short jean skirt and that round-neck turtle-neck top?"

She just hissed at me and left the room without muttering a word.

It's like there's nothing I can wear ooo!

"Maybe the two of you should go alone."

A few minutes later, she stormed back into my room with a black nylon.

Sorry, I didn't tell you that her hostel wasn't that far from mine.

She entered with an entirely new set of clothes.

I tried them on, and I loved them, but the problem was that I couldn't even bend down freely.

I was the one delaying them, so I rushed to dress up, and we headed straight to the road.

BIKE! BIKE! BIKE!

Bikeman: "Well are you going?" (In a Hausa voice.)

Me: "Wellkeh?" πŸ˜‚

My friends: "Groove Garden" (They echoed together.)

Bikeman: "Three of us?"

Me: already laughing

My friends: "Ignore the English! We're already running late"

Me: "Okay."

My friends: "Yes"

Bikeman: "₦3k."

Me: "Oga, we're not going to heaven ooo, Na Groove we dey go ooo. Dey go joor."

Bikeman: "Oya, bring ₦1,500."

My friends: "Okay, let's go"

The three of us forced ourselves to enter one bike sha, and the bikeman started moving.

TO BE CONTINUED... πŸ˜‚πŸ˜­


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