"There's no perfect man, the perfect man only exists in your head" - Wright Elijah
*This Story was Inspired by Some True events. Characters, Names and Locations are not actually True.*
You don't need a pair of smoking assualt riffles dangling from your hands, a magazine of bullets wrapped around your shoulders to the opposite hip like a Sash on a beauty queen, rocks of grenade hanging onto your belt strap for dear life,some intense music playing in the background as you walk away from an explosion in Slow-mo to be a DESPERADO.
All you need be is Ediye who stays up late every night, shooting her shots hoping to get hooked up on the radio program "Hook-up 'N' Make-up". Now that's the real DESPERADO. Well before we jump into conclusion and break our legs, let's hear her story.
* * *
This night seemed different. Yes, quite different for Ediye who is already conversant with the music playlist before the HOOK-UP program begins on radio. Instead of the usual CELINE DION music which puts you in a mood to fall in love with anything,even a stone. The host chose to play BREAK-UP songs.
She couldn't understand why she was crying, only thing she could understand was that her teary eyes wouldn't let her see clearly to beat her HIGH SCORE in the SNAKE XENIA game she was playing. Perks of lady without a Smartphone. Since she couldn't beat her HIGH SCORE she ended up crying to the beat- of the Song MERCY by BRETT YOUNG.
Having dealt with the trauma of being a rape victim at age 15. Ediye couldn't find Love anywhere and it's been 7years now she couldn't boast of any stable relationship. It's either she gets cheated on, or she's asking for LOVE and these dudes are asking for SEX, or the guys ain't just her SPEC.
(Hold on Guys)
Speaking about spec, we all have what we want in a partner right? But from the list of things we want ,no one ever makes all of the list items right? Even if they do, sometimes they don't love us back,right? Even when they loves us back, their families or ours,friends might not right? Even when this is settled Death might just take them away right?
( Pass me a serviette, I'm done eating the FOOD for Thought)
"You are welcome to Hook up N Makeup on your number one entertainment radio 119.7 Downtown FM, On this Program you can call us on the Numbers *********, tell us about yourself and the type of person you wanna get hooked up with, I'll get back to the phone lines but for now enjoy UNBREAK MY HEART- Toni Braxton"
As soon as the radio presenter went back to the music, Ediye started rehearsing her lines over again. Not like she couldn't recall what she's been doing every Tuesday night for a couple of months now. She just needed to add a little more Spice to her Voice tone, maybe that might do the trick and make a man respond at least for Once.
After several trials that failed, finally her call went through
" Hello my name is Ediye Thomas,I'm a graduate of the University of PortHarcourt. Studied Linguistics. I'm twenty.... Twenty one years old, I'm fair in complexion, about 5ft9". Slim and busty (Chuckles) from Oron LGA in Akwaibom State. I want a....sorry I need a man who..."
At the point of saying the kind of man she needed, Ediye suddenly realized she never knew the kind of man she needed. But one thing was certain She wanted to feel Loved.She needed it.
(Hold on again Guys)
If eventually she gets the love she seeks from a man who isn't her spec, what then happens when she meets a man who is certainly her Spec and loves her the way she wants?
( Another food for thought, I need a Spoon Please)
After a brief pause,she ended up saying "I need to be loved by someone who needs to be loved"
She ends the call, sits up on her bed for about an hour which seemed like minutes to her. Glancing at her phone at frequent intervals hoping PRINCE CHARMING would come riding through on 11 digits. I'm sorry. It didn't happen.
Just before her usual frustration came knocking,she tuned to another radio station and luckily; another Hookup segment. Same thing happened; called in severally, call went through,she repeated her lines again,gave out her phone number. Moments later our 22year old DESPERADO was fast asleep ( She lied about her age on Radio)
The rains washed away the brightness of the Wednesday morning, so 10am seemed like 7am. Her phone's alarm wouldn't stop blaring. Ediye picked her phone to Snooze the damn thing, wow! 3NEW TEXT MESSAGES!!!
To be Continued.....
9Eleven cares ❤️❤️❤️
*This Story was Inspired by Some True events. Characters, Names and Locations are not actually True.*
You don't need a pair of smoking assualt riffles dangling from your hands, a magazine of bullets wrapped around your shoulders to the opposite hip like a Sash on a beauty queen, rocks of grenade hanging onto your belt strap for dear life,some intense music playing in the background as you walk away from an explosion in Slow-mo to be a DESPERADO.
All you need be is Ediye who stays up late every night, shooting her shots hoping to get hooked up on the radio program "Hook-up 'N' Make-up". Now that's the real DESPERADO. Well before we jump into conclusion and break our legs, let's hear her story.
* * *
This night seemed different. Yes, quite different for Ediye who is already conversant with the music playlist before the HOOK-UP program begins on radio. Instead of the usual CELINE DION music which puts you in a mood to fall in love with anything,even a stone. The host chose to play BREAK-UP songs.
She couldn't understand why she was crying, only thing she could understand was that her teary eyes wouldn't let her see clearly to beat her HIGH SCORE in the SNAKE XENIA game she was playing. Perks of lady without a Smartphone. Since she couldn't beat her HIGH SCORE she ended up crying to the beat- of the Song MERCY by BRETT YOUNG.
Having dealt with the trauma of being a rape victim at age 15. Ediye couldn't find Love anywhere and it's been 7years now she couldn't boast of any stable relationship. It's either she gets cheated on, or she's asking for LOVE and these dudes are asking for SEX, or the guys ain't just her SPEC.
(Hold on Guys)
Speaking about spec, we all have what we want in a partner right? But from the list of things we want ,no one ever makes all of the list items right? Even if they do, sometimes they don't love us back,right? Even when they loves us back, their families or ours,friends might not right? Even when this is settled Death might just take them away right?
( Pass me a serviette, I'm done eating the FOOD for Thought)
"You are welcome to Hook up N Makeup on your number one entertainment radio 119.7 Downtown FM, On this Program you can call us on the Numbers *********, tell us about yourself and the type of person you wanna get hooked up with, I'll get back to the phone lines but for now enjoy UNBREAK MY HEART- Toni Braxton"
As soon as the radio presenter went back to the music, Ediye started rehearsing her lines over again. Not like she couldn't recall what she's been doing every Tuesday night for a couple of months now. She just needed to add a little more Spice to her Voice tone, maybe that might do the trick and make a man respond at least for Once.
After several trials that failed, finally her call went through
" Hello my name is Ediye Thomas,I'm a graduate of the University of PortHarcourt. Studied Linguistics. I'm twenty.... Twenty one years old, I'm fair in complexion, about 5ft9". Slim and busty (Chuckles) from Oron LGA in Akwaibom State. I want a....sorry I need a man who..."
At the point of saying the kind of man she needed, Ediye suddenly realized she never knew the kind of man she needed. But one thing was certain She wanted to feel Loved.She needed it.
(Hold on again Guys)
If eventually she gets the love she seeks from a man who isn't her spec, what then happens when she meets a man who is certainly her Spec and loves her the way she wants?
( Another food for thought, I need a Spoon Please)
After a brief pause,she ended up saying "I need to be loved by someone who needs to be loved"
She ends the call, sits up on her bed for about an hour which seemed like minutes to her. Glancing at her phone at frequent intervals hoping PRINCE CHARMING would come riding through on 11 digits. I'm sorry. It didn't happen.
Just before her usual frustration came knocking,she tuned to another radio station and luckily; another Hookup segment. Same thing happened; called in severally, call went through,she repeated her lines again,gave out her phone number. Moments later our 22year old DESPERADO was fast asleep ( She lied about her age on Radio)
The rains washed away the brightness of the Wednesday morning, so 10am seemed like 7am. Her phone's alarm wouldn't stop blaring. Ediye picked her phone to Snooze the damn thing, wow! 3NEW TEXT MESSAGES!!!
To be Continued.....
9Eleven cares ❤️❤️❤️
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