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I Love You, Still.

Everytime I remember those words my heart melts and I go to mush. Dear me!

So yesterday, Sunday, was some kind of day. It had been a very chaotic weekend. Partied Friday night. Got in by 6am, up by 8am, had a brief meeting and then the day flew by. I was going to make it an early night but my friend calls and says we should please go out. As if he remote-controlled me, I got up and started getting dressed. Another long night. Another night without sleep. Sunday I went for an early mass and then back home I caught up with Jane The Virgin and loads of sleep. So when evening came my eyes were shining like the proverbial torchlight. I was having a random chat with my friend Mola and when the gist got to hot for whatsapp she said "come to Mega Plaza". It was 9pm, I was in my nightie and my eyes were swollen but I was off the sofa like a rocket. 

Grill At The Penthouse 
I often see pictures of GATP on Bella Naija and when my friend asked me to come to Mega I had no idea that's where I was headed. I'd thought she was just having drinks, because it was Friday night and people had to go to work on Monday morning, right? Wrongish... The place was packed and bursting with people. I got to the entrance and then I saw a crowd of people trying to get in, some youngens begging the bouncers to let them in and some chicas batting their lashes, hoping some guy would take them in. I thought to myself, dang I'm too old for this ish. I fiddled with my phone for a bit, trying to figure out what to do, begging isn't one of my strong suits. On a whim I walked to the entrance and on sighting me, the bouncers immediately waved me in and lifted the rope thingy to grant me access. Yes mehn, I'm obviously old.

Did I just say I'm old? Yup. My friend and her cousin were chilling by a table. Just as I got there one of the organizers came to appeal to her to please give the table up. Apparently those tables were for people who had actual money to spend, people who bought drinks by the bottles and popped champers by the dozens, and not for people who bought two glasses of Long Island and a plate of chips. I thank God for Mola, because left to me I would have jejely respected myself and got up. Mola on the other hand said "No can do. If they want a table they can come and join us and share their drinks with us but I'm not going anywhere". The guy, a flustered small boned Lebanese man who's obviously used to Mola's stubbornness by now just shook his head and walked away. I sat down and sipped on my Long Island and watched my friend toss her big booty this way and that when this cute guy came and said "Ma'am would you like to dance?". Ma'am? Ma'am! Kai. I told him no thanks. I wished I could tell him I would like to talk though, but I guess people don't go to such parties for the great conversation, so I let him walk away. 

At almost midnight people were still coming in. I'd seen some very popular faces, a few I knew, most thanks to Bella Naija. Mola pointed at one of the guys and burst out laughing "this one thinks he's D'banj". "This one" happened to be the son of a former Oyo state governor who got married last year (thanks once again to Bella Naija). Suddenly Mola didn't think he looked so ridiculous when I told her who he was. Smh

Coincidentally this D'banj wannabe happened to be a friend or acquaintance to someone that I used to know. They were beside my table so I tapped *Ayo. It took him a moment to realize who I was (guys I had a pashmina wrapped around my head and I wore my glasses *covers face*). When he did he screamed and grabbed me in a hug. Then he whispered "I love you, still". 

Oh boy! My knees were week.  My knees are week! Those words killed me. 

I would have you know that my reaction is solely as a result of the fact that I've been so starved of love and affection (LOL), and having someone say those words to me just made me feel things I haven't felt in a while. Ayo, whom I last saw about two years ago, and I, were always platonic. Nothing more. I know he was fond of me like one would be of a younger sister, but still, the words gave me butterflies. 

I also ran into a former classmate who apparently does PR for GATP, and a few other people I know. It was a ball!

View from the Penthouse. Since y'all didn't get me my camera *snivels* I bought me a new Samsung phone and it takes really great pictures (most times). Loving it!

If you like a good party and you don't want the Friday night charade, try GATP at Mega Plaza on Sundays. It starts in the afternoon and its on till wayyyy past midnight. Of course if you've got a 9 to 5 you might not want to!

Speaking of midnight, it was a few minutes past midnight, meaning Monday! People poured in and I wondered, are there these many unemployed people in Lagos, or are they just not 9-5ers?

So, It was past midnight and I realized I had only a few hours of sleep left. On that note I carried my bag and kissed my friend goodnight. 

Hoes Have No Days Off. 
That's what I realized on my way down. Some shady looking igbo men were in the elevator, and there was this really nice looking babe with us. Right there and then she was propositioned and she immediately agreed to go home with them, on the condition that they treat her "right". Seen! I wondered that she wasn't embarassed to conclude the transaction in my presence. Shocked also, that the pretty lady with the nice expensive looking clothes and the slight American accent was a prostute! LMAO. Lagos, all na wash! 

Back home I gave a friend a run down on my weekend, ending the account with the girl in the elevator. Then the age old debate started; "she's a runs girl". "No she's a prostitute". "No she's not a prostitute, she's a runs girl". "Runs girl. Prostitute. Any difference?"  

Haha! And so this is what I've been asked to ask. Technically "runs" is prostitution, but personally I don't think "runs girls" are prostitutes. Honestly, I'm not sure why. What do you think? Same thing? Different? What makes them different?

*Good night guys. I've blogged 'one leg in one leg out' for the past few days. I haven't read any comments or visited my usual blogs. I haven't responded to mails either, I apologize for that. Hopefully after this night's rest I'll be back on track". 


  1. Thelma I'm coming for those beads. The pink one

  2. I'm comfortable with the technical standpoint, hence don't see any difference between a runs girl and a prostitute. Would love to hear fellow TTBV's viewpoint though.

  3. C'est la meme chose (it's all one and the same). The difference is in the packaging lol!

  4. The only difference between a prostitute and a runs girl is that runs girls don't stand on the road.. The both have sex in exchange for money or material things.. So no difference

  5. Not standing on the road is the difference for runs girls like chocolate said

  6. There's no difference though the only difference is the fact that runs girls don't stand on d road.

  7. Standing on the road is the difference apparently. And runs girls assumes that gives them moral superiority. All is prostitution.

  8. As I was reading all I was seeing was Fun,Fun, and more Fun not to forget T you are glowing too,forget the lighting ooo lols....
    Like everyone said Different names Same act

  9. Oh are looking so bright and beautiful!

    1. Yes she looks so.bright and beautiful! I was gonna add a baby

  10. Engaging in sexual activity with another person in exchange for compensation, such as money or other valuable good, the location doesn't matter it is the actions that gives it its meaning. All na prostitution. One is class, the other is local

  11. All points above seconded. All na prostitution. Its like Dano and Dano slim, all na milk, one is just supposedly healthier than the other..

  12. Oh Thelms looking fabulous. You know if not for the fact that Nigerias are darn had to please people, your life adventures /stories would be so much fun to watch on TV. (aka keeping up with Thelma).

    You just seem to have a way with your daily routine that makes it look like so much fun.

    But alas, the naija spirit won't allow such things be. (LOL).

  13. Oh Thelms looking fabulous. You know if not for the fact that Nigerias are darn had to please people, your life adventures /stories would be so much fun to watch on TV. (aka keeping up with Thelma).

    You just seem to have a way with your daily routine that makes it look like so much fun.

    But alas, the naija spirit won't allow such things be. (LOL).

    1. Thanks Clare. In reality it's not half as interesting as it sounds on paper. Oh, and by the time I'm ready for Nigerian TV they better be ready for me, because I'll do it either ways. LOL. But not the keeping up thingy o! Hehe.

    2. Choi! Thelma ready for TV! I can't wait!
      See how this just got me excited!

  14. Thelma seems to be having fun lately..ggood for u!
    Both na d same thing oo!

  15. Those shades you have on got me!

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