Heaven Baby (A Nigerian Story)

Chakam!

"Preshy, wetin come dey happen nahh?! You never dress finish??"

"I'm done oo, I'm just checking..." Precious hopped out of her room on one foot, her other leg lifted behind her as she struggled to get her shoe on while scrolling through the phone. "...Our ride should have been here by now. I don't know why..." she said, successfully securing the shoe before grabbing her bag.

"Leave ride, you don finish shey? Oya, oya, make we dey go!" Chioma, who was already at the door, picked up the keys and swung her own bag over one hand.

"Wait...!" Precious paused. "Why you dey even rush sef? What happened to your 'lateness is intolerable, but not when you appear on pink lipstick'? You don't wanna be fashionably late today?" She swirled around and struck a sharp pose, highlighting her long legs, hips and charming face.

"Chakam!" Chioma quickly took out her phone and clicked a picture.

"You no check timetable for today?"

"No." She struck another smooth pose.

"Chakam!" Chioma clicked again and put her phone away.

"We get—"

"Oui! I'm a DIVA!" Precious swept her hair over her shoulder and giggled.

"—HOD class this morning."

Precious whipped her head towards Chioma so fast her neck almost snapped. "WHAT?!"

"Let's go abeg!"

"Why you no come tell me?!" She straightened up immediately, closed the two open buttons exposing her cleavage and drew down her high-waist flare skirt a bit to cover more skin.

"What would you have done if I had told you?"

"What would I have done? Chioma. You. Be. Witch. Ah! You no be better person at all! So if I no ask now, you go leave me make I dress like this enter that demon class so she go chase me comot! Haa, no wonder you wear trouser and long sleeve today. I for know!"

"Humph! You get luck say you realize on time sef. Next time if you dey comot again, you go at least tell me where you dey go."

"You know say our HOD na witches and wizard, she too tough. E vex you reach like that so? Wey you wan make I miss her class?"

"Yes nah, e vex me oh! And your number no come dey connect. If to say you dey here that yesterday, you for follow me celebrate."

"Oya, I dey sorry. But wetin you celebrate?"

"Make we dey go down first."

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CHAKAM!!

What's next??!!

And will Preshy survive HOD in that skirt?!

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