'You call the Shot'

My life as a Marketer has been such a sweet tale, I enjoy cajoling people to switch to my brand for a living, it's actually swwweeeeeet, the human mind is quite flexible, it only needs the right twist to bring it on board, though sometimes it can be annoying especially when crazy targets are set but hey I just up my confidence, sexy and fierce level  and it works, I really feel like I am some super human everytime this happens. Na lie na baba God dey back me up.

My target this quarter is extremely wicked, why would anyone do this to me. the month of love is almost closing up and here I am searching for some crazy billions, for the very first time since I started this 'flirting technique' I call a job, I sincerely wished I was a practicing microbiologist after all my certificate has earned me the rights to be labeled one. I had to think of a plan to meet up, I really am not good at stuttering and I cannot afford to get back into the labour market, hmm how in the world would I be able to afford my 'channel' and 'Prada' not to mention 'my weaves' never!!!!! there must be a company out there who has the kind of money I need to keep me relevant in my field.

I googled a few companies with high profiles and I began my tour, pitching my lines and acing them as usual, the only problem was that, these companies were not half as buoyant as the world views them, some creative accounting practice  have been adopted. I wonder why shareholders of these company cannot enforce the use of forensic accounting techniques, before they know it their investment would have developed skate boards and rolled away anyhu na dem sabi.

I knew I had to be home early and yes I stay with my parents, you see African parents do not allow unmarried female children to stay outside their homes especially when in the same state, welcome to Africa where every unmarried independent woman is viewed as a runs girl, may people who fall in this category receive brain!!!! *flips hair*. Ehen jare, my sister had been back from camp for over a week and we have barely said 10 words, I decided to make it up to her, in fact my mum and married elder sister sent me a text to that effect. Dem no know say I bin dey find billions abi make me sef go Abuja, news carry am say person bin dey share billions one time na.

Yaya and I had so much fun that night, she really did rock service year, I noticed she was more mature, she had the latest apple gadgets and that got me worried.... I could hardly sleep,  I remember she mentioned she travelled to Abuja to chill with her friends during her service year infact she was virtually always there as she did this ghost corper thingy in the state she was deployed too (abeg no report us ooo) though our parents were not aware. So many questions kept popping up, how did she get the money to.... buy all this gadgets...... Hmmm all this rich old men chai, Yaya has joined those high brow sex workers I just kept rolling on my bed and blaming myself for being so much into my job and neglected her, now I have to deal with swallowing this bitter pill, I decided to get my clothes ready, I would be heading to Ibadan ( in between my Dad and I had a big fight because he already called Seun my cousin that I would be at his place for a bit, who sent him? Am I not old enough to choose where I put up?????? HA) to see a potential big fish that could help me enjoy 'the overrated valentine's day' in one piece I just pray he saves my already burning ass by banking with me. I stumbled on my sister's purse, I opened it and alas I saw her own business card, I couldnt believe my eyes ha this young woman has finished me, where did she get the funds to start her own catering outlet, curiousity led me to google it up and too my greatest surprise, pictures of the place depict class. Well, she has something to show for selling herself not like that makes it legal.

You look so much like a very sweet friend of mine, 'my big fish said' he owns one of the biggest hotels in Nigeria, Really I smiled, then he scrolled through this  phone and showed me a picture..... ALAS!!!!! It was Yaya, I was shocked, furious but had to keep calm, so you are one of the men she has been servicing, I said to myself, then I managed to smile and said she's my sister, he got so excited and YES!!!!! I exceeded my target for the quarter in the month of love, thanks to my lil sister's connection... I began to make my findings about this man and realised he really is into women in fact they are so many he doesn't remember most, so I figured my sister must be exceptional in her bedmatic techniques for her face to be in his head.... I am going to kill her once I land...... (Part 2 be out soon, stay glued to the blog... I am sorry for posting late. I love you all).