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Was it the drop dead gorgeous guys banks employ, the perfectly fitted suits or the fake American accents most of them speaks ni? I don't even know which one to blame for my ordeal. Chai! Bankers una don suffer mio. I could recall vividly those days when the mention of a
banker sparks thought like "his monthly salary
shouldn't be anything less than 150k, he should be
driving an expensive car, lives in a good house"
coupled with other thoughts that comes to the likes of me. But, that was then sha, because one resolution I made sure I stuck with was to stop tripping for bankers.
Now, this was what happened, which also happens to be the most embarrassing moment of my life.
As a teenager, I started dating early, those days of
secondary school love, plastic rose flower as Val gift
with a bar of chocolate, sneaking into the toilet to
receive a boy's call from my mum broken Nokia 3310 and the N200 sim card I saved from my lunch moneyto buy. Those days when mills&boons was the only
novel I could afford and our dear NTA had nothing else to show apart from maria de losangelis, the rich also cry and consistence repetition of titanic. I had to mention those things responsible for my heavy heart full with so much love. Those days came and gone with passing out from secondary school and as per I don graduate, person fit step up na, or wetin you think?
The boredom of finishing school and having nothing to do after jamb don jam me, I decided to open anaccount even though I didn't need one then. I just wanted to have an excuse to go out and showcase one of my 'sister dash me' collection of cloths.
After many thoughts and changing into all the cloths in my wardrobe, I decided to settle for a brown short top with a blue jean and a brown heel I couldn't carry.
Those pako (wooden) heels that was common then.
Only God knows what happened to the manufacturers of those shoes, I almost wrote a petition against them coz they sort of contributed to my ordeal.
I must admit, ASD (attention seeking disorder) was
disturbing me then, I just love it and I truly needed it, my secondary school boyfriend was the last I had.
After two years of graduating, I wanted to know if I still dey town. Not only did I know it will soon become an attention I'll regret.
I walked into the banking hall with my heel that kept
shifting me towards the wrong direction even though I was walking towards the right way. I finally composed myself when I saw a guy sitting not too far from the door looking like the customer care representative.
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