was led into the house (well it was more of a mansion) by a huge man. He isn't that huge or maybe he is, considering my height he looks like a giant to me. But to some like Mo Abudu or Kate Henshaw, he'll be a few inches taller than them.

With that description, it's clear I'm quite small for a girl. But I don't mind, I love my look, I love everything about me. Anyone that doesn't should go and hug Boko Haram and get bombed in the process.

I was told to wait in the living room which is three times the size of my home. It had a huge, beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling which was painted white. It had like three white beautifully carved couches sectioned on each area of the living room leaving a small space in between in each side where a black side stool was placed. In the middle sat a see-through glass table that had a flower vase on it. The flower vase had drawings of Chinese people. I can't really tell but that's what it looked like.

On the wall which was painted cream, was a huge flat screen T.V, a decoder, and speakers on each side. On other parts of the wall were family pictures consisting of the husband, kids, and the honorable herself.

The home was beautiful, it had other beautiful stuff that I can't mention right now, maybe next time.

So anyway, I stood there and waited. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to sit so I just stood. A few minutes later, I heard the sound of heels clicking on the smooth ceramic tiled floors. A lady came out from the entrance of a doorway. I'm not certain where it leads to. Probably a secret room because this house is definitely big enough to have one.

I watched her as she came to me. She was corporately dressed. Well, refined or should I say polished? Anyway, I stopped watching to plainly gawking because this lady was close to perfect. I've already said she's well-dressed right? Well, not only is she well-dressed she is drop dead gorgeous. I mean wow.
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