My lesson

Article not written by me o. But enjoy...:-)
This fateful Saturday morning, as I try to
conclude my washing, I hear my phone
beep but I ignore thinking it must be a
notification from one of these social
networks.
Two hours have passed, I have had a bath,
eaten and about to take a nap when my
phone beeps again. ‘Nice pix cutie’, ‘kfb’
the twitter notifications read… I was
surprised to have been noticed because of
my lack of involvement in social networks
due to my tight schedule at work… curious,
I checked his profile , it read ‘My name is
Greg, I work with Exxon Mobil, a Christian
and I am here to make new friends’ . Few
seconds later I received a direct message
from Greg. I got more interested as the
conversation grew.
After weeks of chatting day and night we picked
a dinner date.
Excited, I showed up in my Josie Natori dress,
Jimmy Choo shoes and Louis Vuitton purse. Greg
looked like a happy groom in his black suit. Love
filled the air as the whole of the five star hotel
couldn’t contain us. Greg treated me to the best
first date ever and just when I thought we had it
all together, a pregnant woman and two little
girls walked towards us screaming ‘ Daddy!’
‘Daddy!’ The scale fell of my eyes when this
woman gave me the slap of my life calling me a
husband snatcher and all sorts. She dragged
Greg by his belt and threatened to pluck out my
eyes if she finds me anywhere around her
husband as they walked out of the five star
hotel…
It dawned on me the whole VIP treatment,
expensive food and drinks was on me when the
waiter gave me our bill of 17,450 naira.
Confused, I tried to search through my purse as
if I was expecting to find money in it, then a lady
on the next table calls my attention, showing me
my Payment Card that fell out of my purse
earlier. Reluctant, I picked it up but then it
struck a chord, a hotel this big should offer e-
payment options and so I asked for a POS which
was promptly provided. I was relieved, I was
saved.
I guess I learnt my lesson…