By noon most of the girls we were expecting were at mini-campus, we had rented gigantic speakers and the trucks that we would use for the rally, 90% of the girls were dressed as instructed while the guys wore whatever they chose. Abayomi called to inform me that he, Timi and Kofo had gone to bring the Dj. Toun was sitted all pretty beside me, I couldn’t help but wonder why Abayomi would be straffing kofo.

Me: how are you and Abayomi?
Toun: how do you mean?

Me: I mean your relationship…you guys seem to understand each other

Toun: as a matter of fact we do…

Toun’s dad was a judge, I think it kinda took its toll on her. She wasn’t someone who pretended. She tells you as it is. That was probably why we remained close friends, though Abayomi was f—–g Kofo, I knew he was crazy about her.

Toun: is this a backlash from you and Acho?

Me: no dear…and how is the s-x?

Toun: normal na….when I am h—y, he is always ready..

Me: and when he is h—y?

Toun: he better be lucky I am lucky at the same time or all he gets is a Bj.

Me: looool…Acho always complained I never gave him Bj

Toun: why didn’t you?

Me: babe, even to kiss him after a while was hard, I wonder if the boy give me something chop

Toun: naaa, you just fell out of love

Me: hmmmmm, take care of Abayomi o… he is cool

Toun: I remember those days I suspected both of you having something together…I was so stupid

Me: yeah you were, Abayomi na my blood

Toun: you like him more than you like me abi?
Me:I am sorry….yes..

Toun: don’t be sorry…I am glad I am not the only one that has his back.

That was when I saw him, Abayomi was describing something to him with some seriousness but all he did was smile. How many times did he undress me with that smile…….. he was holding a whistle, his afro was well groomed, he stole my breathe away…

Abayomi shouted from a distance.

Abayomi: see my lovely ladies!

Most of the girls walked up to them, some chanting “presido” others saying a word or two.. I noticed most of the girls that went to Timi, hugged him before talking to him…stupid girls

Toun: Tana, just control yourself, you are very strong

Me: thanks dear, I don’t have a problem

I haven’t spoken face to face with him since the last time I embarrassed myself on his floor. But I was ready for this

Toun: baby whats up?

Abayomi: my sunshine, I missed you so much mehnnnn….see your hot legs…omo

Me: Abayomi, my own legs nko?

Abayomi: flee from me devil..

Me: loool

We hugged, then I stepped back..Timi was already beside me

Timi: how far?

Me: good

Timi: you ready?

Me: you can see we are..

Timi: we would be going to iyalaje first, then itamerin, ajebo, oru, ijebu-igbo before we come back to olopomerin then we assemble at mini-campus again.

Me: ok

Timi: we would share fliers while we dance on the truck and surrounding it…it will move 30mph..

Me: any refreshments for the girls?

Timi: pure water, soft drinks and gala..

Me: good..
Timi: you and Abayomi will ride in the truck behind ours

Me: oh..we won’t ride in the same truck?

Timi: nope…..are you disappointed?

Me: ….lol..you wish…

Thankfully Abayomi encroached in our space…

Abayomi: my people…lets go…it’s time to dance..

Timi: nkem, are you ready?

Me: I am not nkem…I am Tana…and as I told you earlier…we are ready

Timi: am sorry, old habits is hard to die

Me: whateva…if you can’t call me Tana, call me Tee like everybody else..

Timi: aii ma.

Me: good

As soon as our trucks started moving, the music began, loud and ear piercing, it took me a while to get used to it. Indigenes of the town lined the streets, first in amazement, later they danced along with us. Abayomi stood and acknowledged cheers from students living nearby, some even hopped into the truck to join us..when I heard my name from some quarters, I waved too. The turn out from people was more than I had expected, I could see Abayomi was happy, Toun came beside me to whisper in my ears

Toun: your boy is doing a good job o…

Me: he is not my boy…anybody can pull off a rally

Toun: why didn’t kofo do this earlier?
Lord knows I wanted to say “she was busy f—–g your boyfriend”, but I kept quiet until something caught my attention. The cheers had grown louder. Timi, had gotten down from his truck, he was now in front of the motorcade, dancing to “konga”. I remembered he was a good dancer, I also remembered that girls always brought their bum-bum to his crotch whenever they had the opportunity. This was no different, we were at Itamerin, and Timi’s outrageous moves had turned the rally into a carnival, the street was filled with people dancing away.

Toun: me I am going to dance o…lets go down!

Me: stay with your boyfriend jor…

She pointed at a figure in the distance..i had initially thought her boyfriend was was on the truck, waving like I thought a president should, I saw the madman, dancing “komole” just by where a bus-stop was erected. Even cars passing by were “honking” in using the music.

When I turned back to my dear friend Toun, she was off the truck…dancing “yahooze” like her father wasn’t a f—–g Judge! How can she leave me on the truck?..judas Iscariot Toun……….