Good Vibes

So this one Thursday, I’m chilling at my usual street-side café in Umoja, just sipping chai, scrolling on my phone, when my boy texts:

“Boza bro, there’s this house party at Umoja South. Full vibes. Curvy ladies guaranteed. Pull up.”

I check my wallet. Empty-ish. I check my brain. Empty-ish. But vibes? Overflowing. I slide through.

I get there. Small compound, loud music blasting from a busted speaker that somehow still hits like a subwoofer, smells of grilled meat, frying oil, and street hustle in the air. And then… I see her.

Curvy queen. Name’s Nia. Dress tight enough to cause traffic accidents, sneakers sparkling in neon light, lips glossy like they just applied emergency shine. She’s laughing with her friends, eyes scanning the room, then...