CHAPTER ONE — LAGOS BOY, UNILAG CRAZE (Revised)
Scene fades in…
Lagos — that wild city where everybody's hustling, and body no be firewood.
But for Dimeji Ade-Williams, Lagos wasn't the plan.
Born and raised in Atlanta. Smooth American accent. Laid-back swag. But after messing up too many times in the States — girls, weed, street fights — his Nigerian parents decided enough was enough.
"Since you wan craze, go and finish your university in Nigeria!"
That was his dad's voice. Cold. Final.
Boom. Next thing — Unilag.
And Lagos was never ready for him.
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Moremi Hostel — Night.
Uju, thick law student, biting her lips like her hormones were standing at attention.
Dimeji's voice? Smooth American drawl.
"You keep starin' at me like you wanna taste sum'n."
Uju gasped softly. That accent alone was foreplay.
"Omo, Dimeji..." she whispered, already wet without touch, "...talk to me again, abeg."
He chuckled darkly. "Girl, you boutta get addicted."
Clothes flying. Moans mixing with Burna Boy in the background. Skin slapping skin. Lust dripping like sweat.
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Later — His apartment.
His phone blowing up.
> Bisola: "I miss your ATL tongue."
> Sandra: "Na this your yankee voice dey burst my brain."
> Mama T: "Come for your allowance... and my own benefits."
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But trouble was brewing.
Video leaked.
Parents in America screaming down on Zoom.
His mum: "This is why we sent you to Nigeria! To humble you!"
His dad: "Pack your shit! You're going to live with Uncle Fashola in Ikoyi!"
Dimeji just sat there shirtless, grinning.
"Ikoyi abi? Rich men drama? Lagos never see anything."
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Fade out…