“I wonder why Natasha has more followers than me on the gram, is it because she posts nudes and I dont”. Aisha thought to herself. She was a beautiful, dark teenager but she had the body of an adult, and she used this feature to her advantage.
“Since all this days that have been posting these pictures, I have only 456 followers. Are my pictures so innocent looking? How do I up my game?”
She created an Instagram account due to the craze and frenzy attributed with the app over the past few months. “People have started getting famous through this thing o” were the thoughts that motivated her to create an account. Nudists, slay queens, crossdressers were all Instagram celebrities that became popular overnight.
“Aisha, you dont wear your long skirts and hijab(head covering) anymore.Wha…what is this youre wearingWhy are you behaving like this, when did this behavior star…”
“Oh papa, you complain about this all the time. This is what is in vogue now. This dress is “on flick”. I got 54likes on Instagram when I posted a pict…”
“Will you keep your mouth shut. I didnt raise you to be like this, and I tried. God knows I tried. Ever since your mother died it has not been easy raising you all on my own, but I still tried my best to juggle my responsibilities with my okada job and give you the very best..What did I do to deserve this kind of treatment from you?”
“Papa, dont worry about me. I’ll be fine. Shebi its just long skirt and hijab am not wearing.”
“Sha no go bring belle come into this house o, na that one I no go accept from you.”
Memories of how her father chastised her when she had just started putting up pictures on Instagram flooded her memory
“Eh..shebi he said I should not get pregnant. Posting nudes pictures on Instagram cant get me pregnant na…abi.”
She thought for a while, then she made her choice.
She dropped her phone.
Removed her clothes…
And took the pictures…