My Encounter With An African Size Queen. Part #1

Three years ago when I was a college student in Lagos, West Africa, I sat in a cheap restaurant on campus one evening quietly enjoying my dinner when Tracy walked in. Instantly, all eyes were on her as she sauntered across the diner.

Tracy had broad hips and a fat ass that was very much emphasized that evening in the tight jeans pants she wore. But it wasn’t just for her endowment that she attracted such instant attention as she walked into the restaurant. She was the daughter of a Nigerian multi-millionaire and easily one of the richest babes on campus. Talk of movers and shakers on campus, she’s one of them and not a few students would want to be in her shoes.

She ignored everybody and walked in my direction with a smile on her face. When she got to my table, she called my name and asked how I was doing.

“I’m fine,” I responded wondering if this was a case of mistaken identity. I was a poor guy on campus and by no means in the circle of friends that Tracy kept. We were not in the same department either and our paths had not crossed before. So how come she walked straight to me to say hi and even mentioned my name.

“Do you mind if I sit with you?” She asked politely still smiling.

“Please do,” I responded flashing a smile. “The pleasure is mine.”

She pulled a chair and sat opposite me, still beaming with smiles. “How is the campaign in your department going?” she asked. “I’ve seen your campaign posters.”

“Oh great,” I responded. “Everything is going on fine. I’m contesting for Fin. Sec. (Financial Secretary) and so far, I’m unopposed. Next tomorrow is deadline for nomination and if by then nobody comes up to contest with me, I’ll have automatic ticket. Notwithstanding, I’m putting all efforts in my campaign.”

“Don’t worry whether you’re opposed or not, you’re going to win. I have lots of friends in your department and everybody I’ve spoken with told me they would vote for you. It looks like you’re very popular in your department especially with the girls.”

“Me popular?” I asked laughing. “I’m not popular; I’m just an average guy trying to exercise his civic rights.”