September 22, 2017 at 10:12 am #1084751ValentineAdmin
She had entered the rich big city, her little bundle strapped at her back like an archetypal mountain climber with the word ‘Hustle’ tattooed on her mind and flowing through her veins. Since pepper no wan rest foram, Ese had decided to go meet pepper like in the mountain and Mohammed style and she is going after it with everything within and withal. She had left the small city where she had lived all her life with her parents and siblings and travelled miles just to make a better life and she must make it, she vowed, legal or illegal.
Ese got down to business ‘as soon as possible’. First, the legal way- searching and picking up minor jobs she was able to get. Starting with a waitress in a popular Thai restaurant in town where the pay was so much that she can hardly afford a proper three square meal after the first two weeks of collecting her salary. She had hoped for connection to a better life but she only got the opposite- degradation in all shades of it. She had moved on to a school as an auxiliary staff and then afterwards as a sales personnel at a boutique. Eight months after, the money she came for, she wasn’t seeing -no personal savings, still a squatter, no good cloths, no beta boyfriend sef. This is not like been saintilicious, for Ese was far from a saint. She had simply wanted to take hustle with her church mind but who church mind epp? Not her obviously and equally not her friend Omolara, who invited her over to the city to hustle or her younger sister who they live together with. It was crystal clear that money wants it hard and her blood is already pass boiling to take it the hard way.
She quitted her job to chase money the other kind of way. Her friend, Omolara was already on it so it wasn’t hard to blend in as Omo told her it was for her. “There are certain qualities you must possess in other to excel in your quest. You must be bold, outspoken and most of all, daring. The future belongs to those who are able to dare. Chasing money is no job for the ‘No liver individual’ Omolara lectured Ese who in turned listened attentively, ready to burn whatever bridge necessary to get to her dreams. “This is not prostitution. It is not runs or those things the society says young girls do. This is HUSTLE; PURE HUSTLE!” Omo continued, the perfect motivational captain to her team. “You go out there, you smart it out and you make your money. You got the perfect body, one problem solved already. The rest is for you to play your cards well. Most ladies in this city hustle for a living. That’s how they all made it. You have to step on the game or you go back to where you came from empty handed or worse. So wise up” Ese resurrected the Delta girl in her and kept the hustle only on the tight level. Truly, hustling had really paid her. She had met a whole bunch of the country’s high personalities and living her life.
But apparently, Omolara omitted a very important aspect of ‘Hustle’. The very aspect staring point blank at Ese right now. The aspect that had left her jaw right on the floor and had her eyes popping like Tom’s that moment when he sees Jerry escaping with his Victim(Jerry’s cousin).
Ese had gotten her eyes on the handsome young man seated at the table located at the south wing of Truth Lounge since the very moment she entered there that night. She was seated some tables away from him nursing her glass of wine and assessing him. He looked rich – the Bulgari watch, the designer shoe, the solid gold cufflinks. This indeed was the way she likes them, she thought with a smile and then got to work. She started giving him the signal- the eyes and the body languages- playing her cards as the pro that had turned the past few months, scarcely aware of the other young man seated behind her. In few minutes, the handsome young man began to look at her direction at intervals. Ese was happy. In the past few months, she had come to realize that Hustling is an art which the mastery of leads to unimaginable achievements. When you master the art, things fall unbelievably into place for you in awe of people around. As the master she had become, the handsome young man she targeted had simply felled into her hands without much stress. Just that moment, he winked at her and Ese winked back excitedly. Today won’t be bad at all, she thought. The night is still young and yet so fruitful; all pieces of her game are gradually falling into place. She adjusted the cape of her skimpy dress seductively baring more flesh. Her aim: to give her potential client, a view of the future. In a few more minutes, Mr. Rich and Handsome stood up, his glass of wine in hand started towards Ese. Hmm… Mission accomplished. She congratulated herself. She relaxed into her chair with her glass at hand looking seductively at Mr. Rich and Handsome as he approaches. But then, the unexpected happened. Mr. Rich and Handsome walked pass Ese to the table right behind her and joined the young man who was seated, all smiles. Her jaw dropped.
Ese was confused. She didn’t understand what just happened. The eyes, the winks had all been to the other young man??? It’s so unbelievable. She had no idea this was possible too. No one told her. She picked her jaw off the floor then managed a look back and saw the smiles, the connection, and the romance between the two young men. Then it dawn on her. She had just been outwitted by a hustler. A MALE HUSTLER! Ah! She wept.
The EndSeptember 22, 2017 at 10:32 am #1084763bestAbbeyMember
Nice oneSeptember 22, 2017 at 10:33 am #1084764FridexMember
Hustler indeed – pick your jaw and better go sleep!September 22, 2017 at 10:57 am #1084772temistarMember
Lol,hustler tinsSeptember 22, 2017 at 11:13 am #1084777RoyalGoldMember
lolSeptember 22, 2017 at 1:36 pm #1084837chilovelyMember
niceSeptember 22, 2017 at 5:47 pm #1084993dencygirlMember
Hustling thingsSeptember 22, 2017 at 6:00 pm #1085015JerrieMember
is that one hustle