Body no be firewood
Hookup is a business of pleasure – someone needs it and is willing to pay for it, and another offers the pleasure.
If all goes well, all the parties involve leave satisfied, but sometimes, things happen, unforeseen circumstances that turn casual hookups into disasters of an epic proportion.
These three Nigerians gisted the tribe on their ‘whocup-gone-wrong’ experiences and gave us permission to share with you.
Tope, 28
I did a lot of terrible things during my days in Uni.
I mean, I was in two and a half serious relationships, and still had seasonal hookups – you know, just to fund the life.
Anyways, one of these seasonal hookups – a threesome with an Indian guy – landed me in the police station with my friend, the third person in our ménage a trois.
Our guy committed suicide while we both walked, separately (because she was ought to meet me there), into the hands of Po-Po.
Thank GOD they found his suicide note o, which is why they released us after only writing statements, if not, Kirikiri – 180 degrees.
Anita
I was already a sex worker before I was 15, and I’d always fended for myself with the money I made from the profession.
My job exposed me to ‘big people’ – I guess that is why I was so bent on getting the first degree even if it meant sleeping with older men to settle the herculean bills that came with schooling.
I was doing my things lowkey until I met this unfortunate man.
65 years old and not really on my level of glucose guardian. I just wanted to manage him because I was broke. Worst mistake! because as I speak to you, I believe I have been charmed.
How else do I explain my days getting blurry and having sore thighs with no recollection of sex?
I can only share this anonymously because there’s no way I will ask for help without blowing my cover as a rich spoilt kid.
Winner, 35
Please, don’t ever mock anyone’s situation, you don’t know which one will become your cup of tea.
I had just been served breakfast and so my guys took me to a strippers club to help take my mind off the pain.
In the end, each Olosho to each man and if I ever had any doubt about the fornication, this babe gave me different styles that cleared all the doubts off, one time!
Will you believe me when I say that the calamities began the morning after? I’m not kidding.
Ethereum first dipped, I was still arguing that no, it is a general issue.
My generator and car engine were knocked down the same day, again, I’m not kidding.
It was only a week after, when my bank froze my account – containing people’s Forexfunds, that I knew I was in soup.
This babe wan shrink my glory but GOD saved me – I haven’t tried it ever since.
#Peopletalk is a submissions segment for everyday people to talk straight about the twists and turns of everyday life. This edition features the stories of three young Nigerians that experienced a downturn during their hookup rendezvous.
