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Boys let's talk (Chyking 101)

It pains me — I  think 'irritate' is the word — when I'm walking calmly on the road, engrossed in my own thoughts, plugging my ears away from the hustle and bustle of Enugu, listening to some cool music, pretending not to notice the scotching sun roasting my delicate skin, and you walk up to me, with no excuse or polite greeting, demanding I tell you my name.  It's pathetic how common this is, that it makes me wonder whether it's the boys or Enugu.  I have even developed a spontaneous snippy and sassy attitude that comes on immediately I hear 'hello' from the opposite sex while I'm on the road. The one that annoys me most and I don't get how some people can be 'so dumb and still breathe' (quoting Andrew Wommack) is when in the middle of a red traffic light, I'm trying to cross quickly before it turns green, and I hear someone in a car calling me to come to him. One day, I had actually crossed this large and busy road and the guy in