Wahala don land. Part 3

Na so oh, my people, I carry myself wait outside station where we suppose meet. 30 minutes pass, she no show, I went to a nearby cafe (after all, i was going to have coffee in the first place, no need to let that hr go to waste!), I sat and read newspapers for a whole hour, even had lunch after that, baby girl no show. I called her cell phone a couple of times, no answer. I then called the strange number that she had been calling from, a very brutish male voice answered with a hint of slavic accent, na so fear catch me, i no even know which language to speak first, bobo say "Martina no here", okay, wetin i suppossed do? shebi i don try? Anyway, na so I come decide say , first of all this whole shady thing no concern me, why I go fear? na naija cos all this thing, person hear police, na so fear go catch am! I never do anything, e hen, if them call, i go say wetin I know, which is nothing. Anyway, to celebrate my new found boldness, I went out with a couple of girlfriends and got totally drunk! and thank God for that, cos later that night, I saw I had missed lots of phone calls, yeah, you guessed right! That fool had been phoning all night long! Thank God for vodka! Me, I no dey answer any calls anymore, the less I know, the better for my sanity!