I was already a movie star when I did a very naughty thing. People who usually watch films, especially the Yoruba movies had already known me.
What I want to share with
you did not take place in Nigeria but at Oxford Street, London, when I
travelled to England. That day, I was well dressed with my cleavage showing a
bit. I didn’t overdo it. It was barely three inches of the cleavage that was
showing. Recall that style experts say when you show just three inches of your
bosom, you are not flaunting much. Rather it would make you look more feminine.
A guy accosted me gently,
his manners intact. I stopped and answered him because, I felt, it won’t be
right to be rude in a country where I was an alien.
He said he had recognised
my face. I smiled warmly. He asked if I was an actress, because my face looked
familiar. I said yes. He suddenly became happy and excited.
He drew me nearer and had
a closer look at my cleavage. It seemed he was under a spell. He drew me yet
closer to himself again, and kissed my breasts. He continued! I was
embarrassed, although no one noticed the happening. People minded their
business. I reacted by slapping him. He then freed me.
When he looked at my
face, he felt sorry for what he had done. I noticed he was charming, if not
handsome. I turned my back on him, about to walk away, but went back and
apologised because I took pity on him for the smashing slap. I then kissed him.
He smiled and responded.
Interestingly, we are the
best of friends today.
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