Once upon a time in a popular university in Lagos, there lived a young prince who loved a princess in one of the popular hostels. He wooed her thruout the semester and then inevitably, the day of proving "ife tapa torun" came (aka valentines day). He called his princess and told her he would arrive 7pm to pick her up. He rushed from his castle in Alagbado to VI to book seats in a popular restaurant. Unfortunately for him, the notorious VI traffic held him up. The traffic was so bad, he veared into Ikoyi and bought two portions of suya at Ikoyi club; one to quench his mounting hunger pangs and the other for his princess. Time check 10pm: he saw a clearing and galloped fast and furiously into akoka. His steed flew like the wind into Morems(oops) car park. By this time, his princess and her entourage were in her corner in a rage. As he walked in the room, they tore him apart. He apologised but it all fell on deaf ears. He offered his sweetheart the big bag of suya which she flung in the bin. He laid down his keys on her bedside table to organise pure water from her fridge but she bounced him. "Get out, do u think I'll be waiting indefinitely for you etc etc etc". To cut a long story short, they all but flung our hero through the door. As he walked out of the room onto the cold, smelly corridor, he felt dazed and might I add, thirsty. He then realised he had left his car keys on "madam's" bedside table so he turned around and, without knocking, opened the door to go back in to collect his keys and lo and behold "madam" and her fellow vultures were attacking the suya they had just vengefully binned. Somewhere, garri ijebu and ice cold pure water had also materialised. He was stunned to stupor. No one spoke...for the princess maybe it was because she had a mouth full of suya and garri ijebu