The Mercedes or the Lamborghini? Life presented the Prince of Nigeria with hard alternatives often.
Deciding not to be appear to boastful he wisely choose the Mercedes.
Needless to say the Prince didn’t know how to drive, but his driver was more than pleased to drive his cars for him.
He hopped into the passenger seat and off they went to the Cafe.
“Will she be there?” he wondered gazing out the window.
They arrived quickly and quickly checked himself in the mirror
Clinching his eyes and covering his for the photographer flashes and paparazzi, he walked out in the street.
To the Prince’s dismay the street was empty. No one was here to find out the story why he had left his room.
The cafe was small and there was one table with a beautiful woman sitting at it.
He walked over with a smile, “H-Hello there, Candy?”
She stood up as if in fright, “Oh wow are you a prince or something?”
The prince reflected on the royal burgundy cape and gold trimmed crown he had chosen for the event.
“Yes” he sat down.
Candy held a confused look on her face, “Wait. You’re that prince who sends everybody emails aren’t you?”
“Um, well yes I used to. Now I mainly stick to Facebook and eHarmo- well it doesn’t matter. My name is Jeffery”
“So you live l-locally right?”
“Yep I’m just round the corner. Do you want to come see my place?”
“I thought we were having coff-”
“Oh we can have coffee at my place, the stuff here is trash!” she smiled innocently.
They got up and left out the back of the building.
The Prince looked down the dark alley, this looked like a place you might get mugged.
He uneasily followed the woman feeling like he was being watched.
“Hey don’t be scared I’ll protect you,” she rubbed his velvet clad arm seductively.
“I’ll go get that coffee okay my King?”
“Prince” he corrected her.
Candy’s apartment was shabby, “I should send my cleaner over here. Your apartment is terrible.”
But before he could phone, Candy had appeared back at the doorway… wearing nothing at all.
“Ah gosh woman you’ve lost your clothes! Cover yourself!”
She laughed and ran towards him.
“Away!” the Prince commanded as he scampered into a closet and locked it.
He wasn’t afraid to give himself to this woman it was just that he didn’t exactly possess a ‘royal staff’.
In his moment of stress all he could think of was writing his thoughts, he retrieved his phone.
The white light illuminated the darkness of the closet. The woman was banging on the door, “MAKE ME ROYALTY MY KING!” she shouted.
“PRINCE!” he shouted back.
He opened his blog and started to write but was interrupted.
Someone had actually commented on his blog a Mr ‘Ron Jeremy’…
“Oh God thank you!” he exclaimed he clicked it without hesitation.
“It’s that simple!”
Candy pressed her ear to the door as she heard the strange sounds.
“I’m READY!” he shouted as Candy backed up.
Suddenly the Prince busted out of the closet, did a back flip, and landing perfecting on all three legs