Since I moved to Lagos for university, life has been a rollercoaster. My friends are always dragging me to parties, even though I’m not much of a party person. I prefer my peace and quiet, especially when my roommate, Bisi, brings her friends over. Her circle is loud, full of energy, and usually, there are plenty of guys around. It can get overwhelming.
When the noise gets too much, I usually go to my friend Amaka’s place. She’s different—calm, reserved, someone I can relax with. Or at least, I thought so.
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This version reflects the same feelings of confusion and unexpected emotions but with the added layers of cultural context and a shift in perspective. Let me know if this works for you or if you’d like further adjustments..See more at www.cruisehub.live/Stories One Friday night, the usual chaos erupted at my place. Bisi had some friends over, and the music was deafening. I quickly packed a few things and sent Amaka a message: “Can I come over?” She replied almost immediately, “Sure, Ijeoma.”
We spent the evening chatting, cooking jollof rice together, and eventually settled in to watch a movie. As the night dragged on, I felt the weight of the week catching up to me. I dozed off on her bed, grateful for the quiet. But in the middle of the night, I felt something—her hand, light and hesitant, resting on my waist. At first, I thought I was dreaming, but the sensation was too real.
I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Her touch grew bolder, and I could feel her breath on the back of my neck. I was too shocked to react, too confused to pull away. I stayed still as she pressed against me, her breathing heavy. It wasn’t until much later that I finally fell asleep again.
The next morning, Amaka was in the kitchen, acting like nothing had happened. I quickly gathered my things, muttering something about having to leave early. She didn’t ask any questions.
Now, I can’t stop thinking about what happened. It’s unsettling because a part of me didn’t hate it—a part of me that I didn’t know existed. I don’t know if I’ll go back to Amaka’s place. I don’t know what I’ll do if I do.
