Charm- rema. A short story.

Chapter 1: Buga

Before you proceed to read, it's advisable to play the song CHARM BY REMA first to get your mind into the story 🥰.

Note: for non-Nigerians, The English translations of the vernaculars will be in brackets (), close to the word or sentences. The vanaculars will be in italics.
Now go...

However here are the full playlist of the story.
Charm by rema
Amapiano by
Calm down by rema
Buga by kiss Daniel

In your country, CHARM is that spell you emits that fascinates and attracts women to you. It could be your looks, eyes, smile, Charisma and even your sense of grooming which most likely falls in the 'bad boy' category. It could even be the pride and arrogance you portrays; silly enough, these two qualities are a major charm that entrance girls.

But in my country, Nigeria  there's majorly  one and  most reliable way to charm girls which is MONEY. Just have all the money, be well loaded and you'll have almost all the girls Do your biddings. The others are just jara (A plus). And not to brag, I've 'em all.

Is it Money? Check!

Looks? Check!

Sense of fashion? Picture a guy with all the Jewries fitting into every spot jewelries could fit in, my dread locks wears rings and I've rings at even the most unholy places, not like Jewries were ever met for guys though.

Picture a guy with tattoos at different parts of his body, That dude who goes about with those expensive crazy outfits the society Labels ' rags' if that gives you the picture of a BAD BOY? Then that's me and more. The more is: I parades with the most expensive jewelries,Gold and diamonds only few people can afford and same goes for my wears.

Proud much? Arrogant? All checked!

As I walked into the bustling hall with my gees, pascal, Dave, mike and the rest five every activities going  on slowed down and the spot light fell on us. You can see ladies here and there screaming our names and even all the guys were hailing us. The birthday boy which was the reason why everyone was here was neglected. Not like I really know the birthday boy or sort, only Dave knows him and we all followed him down like sheeps. Well, any excuse to get the undue attention wherever we went.

But stuffs get really old and boring so I wasn't really in the mood to come here but I was persuaded  by my pals. After doing a few knockle greetings with some guys, grabbing some girls asses, I left my pals to it and found my square root at some seat, drinking and blowing shisha. Pascal and mike also joined me but not after ordering ice drinks for almost everyone: A regular signature that they've arrived and they got more hailings from everyone. I also do that too but today I'm not just in the mood.

Now did I add popularity to my list of possessions?

I'm among the  big boys here  on campus whom everyone Wanna chill with; that include boys and girls.  If you suspect I'm some celebrity influencer, then try again. A yahoo boy?  Damn right!

I'm a big time 100 lvl student yahoo boy. What else do I need to charm girls? Nothing. absolutely nothing. And if I must prove that to you, I already have two girls with me right now. One, rocking her ass on my groin, the other massaging my shoulders from the back.

But while everything was going on, I saw her—- the very girl who'd effortlessly been playing  on my ego and she is breaking it so far. First of all, considering all her self-righteous bullshits she's the last person I expect to see in a place like this but she was here.