"I knew a guy exactly like this in my 200L 2nd Semester. He lived in the self-con adjacent my compound off campus, and from Monday to Sunday, it was an endless conveyor belt of absolute top-tier women walking into his room. Sometimes they came at 7 AM and sometimes they came in the evening.
Our entire street reached the conclusion that this boy was either using juju or doing male hook-up because no amount of money will make you bring those kind of women everyday without going poor!
We held a boys’ meeting under the mango tree in front of my compound. Serious analysis, diagrams were drawn, theories were proposed. Because the sheer volume of top-tier women entering and leaving that small room was simply defying the laws of engineering, physics, biology, and every known principle of “how boys in 300 Level are supposed to move.”
The matter got infinitely worse the day I saw my own area crush stepping into his house. I violently needed to know what was going on. One day, my roommate and I finally walked up to his door, using the classic Nigerian excuse of asking if his phase had NEPA light so we could see things in 8k.
When he opened the door halfway. We braced ourselves for impact. But, we were instantly hit by a thick cloud of Got2b glue, smell of burnt edge control and hot pressing iron.
This our supposed BABA for the GIRLS was standing there in a salon apron, holding a hot comb, and violently melting a 36-inch bone-straight frontal into my crush's scalp.
Baba was just a wig installerđź’€" - Man shares.
