The next morning, buses rolled out, packed with tired but satisfied students. Abuja had been a whirlwind: full of energy, lessons, and unforgettable moments.
Lolade, however, was not fully satisfied. She had lost the award, yes, but the attention she gained from her bold answers and authenticity had skyrocketed her followers. Fans loved her courage. 💛✨
Peace, on the other hand, was thriving as a freshly minted admin. She listened to every student voice, handled complaints with finesse, and somehow, she was like the white in the midst of three black admins, standing out effortlessly. 😎⚡
Most buses had reached their destinations, and students were collapsing into beds as exhaustion finally caught up with them.
The next day was a weekend, perfect for relaxation.
AraBaddie had already set up her weekend vlogs. With both her parents away and her brother finally home after a year, she went all out. Her kitchen was a storm of flavor: delicate pastries, extravagant mains, and desserts that looked like they belonged in five-star restaurants. 📸🍲✨
By the time she posted, her social media blew up. Followers adored her energy, her food, and her infectious vibe.
Study Group Flex WhatsApp Group 💬
5 members: AraBaddie, Loladripz, BigDave, Gift, and MideFlex
BigDave: How many people are you cooking for on a weekend like this, AraBaddie? 😳
AraBaddie: My brother is coming 🙃
Loladripz: Are we not invited tho?
AraBaddie: Of course you are! We still have 4 events to plan anyway 💪
Gift:That's true…but my body is aching 😩
AraBaddie: Don't worry, I'll treat your belly well 😏🍴
BigDave: I'm on my way already. Has anyone heard from MideFlex?
Loladripz: I'll call Flex 🔥
End chat
Ding ding ding! 🔔
"Hello, this is Adeniran Apartment line. How may we help you?" Mummy Temi answered.
"Good morning, Mummy Temi. This is Lolade."
"Oh my dear! How are you doing?"
"I'm fine, ma. Please, can you reach Flex for me?"
At that moment, Peace came down the stairs, curious.
"Who's that?"
"Lolade."
"Why is she using the family line and not his phone? Duuuhhh."
"She can hear you. Are you guys fighting?"
"No, ma," Peace replied, unconcerned, leaving for the kitchen.
Mummy Temi said, "Call him in the next minute; I'll wake him up."
"Thanks, ma," Lolade said, ending the call.
"Peaceeeee!" Mummy Temi called out after hanging up.
"Maaaaaa!" came a reply from the kitchen.
"Go and wake Olamide so he can answer the call."
"But I'm cooking, ma."
"Are you serious at all?"
Mummy Temi sighed and headed to the kitchen. "Don't worry, I'll cook for you. Go check your cousin!"
"Alright," she replied, slightly amused.
Peace approached MideFlex's room and knocked thrice before opening the door. He was deep in sleep.
"Nigga, will you wake up? It's 10:00 already!" she shouted.
"I hope this is a nightmare… that cannot be Peace's voice," he mumbled, half-asleep.
"Dummy, wake up!" She yanked his ear while he retaliated by grabbing her hair.
"What are you doing in my room?" he groaned.
"What do you think? You want me to skip breakfast? WAKE UPPP!"
He flopped back into bed, pretending to ignore her.
Just as Peace was about to grab a pillow for revenge, his phone rang. She bent to grab it, curious about what Lolade wanted on a weekend.
Her cousin wasn't awake enough, so she picked it up herself.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Peace? Put your cousin on the phone."
"He's tired and sleepy."
"He needs to come to AraBaddie's house for our study group."
"After long hours of travel? Will you give it a rest? He's tired and stressed. Flex doesn't even read sef."
"But just pass the information to him."
"I mean now!"
"Have a good weekend Lolade!" She hung up and hissed.
Peace turned to the still-sleeping Flex.
"Flex, you have a study group?."
His face scrunched on the pillow. "Yes… why do you ask?"
"AraBaddie wants to host it at her house today, so I guess you need to wake up, wash your stinking body, and get ready to study."
"It's weekend…" he grumbled.
"That's my cousin right there. He doesn't study," she smiled, exiting the room like a queen, leaving him groaning under the sheets.
The study group chaos had begun. A weekend of rest? Maybe. But for AraBaddie's house: plans, food, and strategy were just warming up. 🍳✨