Life As Fjizzle: The Strip Club Experience/The Darkness Of The Shadow World

 I grew up in church and attended a Christian private institution, albeit the sins of this world outweigh the sanctimoniousness that the ideology of the religion confines us to be. Religion is quintessential in upbringing- indeed, there is a God in heaven, however, there are voluptuous women on earth and marijuana that wants to take you out of the shackles of your spirit, soul, and body.

There’s a thin line between sin and happiness. To be happy, you’ll have to lose some form of righteousness; you have to embrace the darkness in your heart and lock into the lightest or darkest(depending on who you ask) moments that the world has to offer.

Sometimes, the messages from the pulpit get boring. You need to drift off a little—complications here and a bit of self-destruction there—to make you feel like you’re living a purposeful life. I was only a burgeoning teenager at the time; what did I know?

Let loose, let go, and let those kinky, unclad women run their fingers through your skin. You deserve pampering, care, warmth, and most importantly, fellatio.

The Strip Club Experience (Photo Credit: X)

One thing about private institutions is that it is boring. I can guarantee that for you, it’s so boring, the only thing you have going is the certainty of the duration of your program- hence, do what you have to do and bounce. Nothing fun, nothing fascinating happens out here.

You and your crush will be hiding here and there to express the lust hidden at the back of your heart, as days go by and the security men keep threatening you for holding hands with the opposite gender, you get infuriated and just prefer to lay low and lock yourself further from expressing the innate desire to fondle and muddle the scintillating damsel you’ve been admiring for a minute.

Fair enough, boys accept their fate and decide to embrace the shadow world. A world where they outsource fun and other forms of romance, depending on the funds in your pocket.


In my first year at Caleb University, I was the only freshman in the room; others were sophomore students. In a room of 6, I was quite close with my bunk mate, let’s call him Doe (not real name), he was lively and cracked jokes. Once someone can crack me up, I am straight up going to be your friend, naturally, I take nothing too seriously myself, so we’ll click with ease.

Chicken and Chips with milkshake

As the weeks went by, I always saw my roommates go off campus and come back several days later. They never really told me anything about their escapades or trips; they only came back looking happier than when they left initially.

Hmm, what were these niggas doing?

Tired of spending time on only semester tests, assignments, and being a bookworm, I needed a bit of excitement in my life.

‘What’s up?’ I asked them.

‘Where do you guys usually go every Friday?’ I probed further.

Finally, Doe opened up to me. He told me that they often visit various spots around Ikorodu, Ikeja, Victoria Island, and certain parts of the Lagos Island.

Fair enough, I knew I needed this cruise in my boring life as well. It’s time to enter the shadow world, get connected with the heinous activities that go on in the nightlife of Lagos state.

Almost two weeks before my matriculation ceremony, specifically on the first Friday of the month of December, I knew we’d be going for Christmas holiday soon, so I decided to use the cash to visit the strip club in Ikorodu.

The Shadow World: A Long Friday Night

The Darkness Of The Shadow World

Prior to leaving campus on Friday afternoon, my roommates gave me the guidelines for the new world I was about to enter. While the door was tightly bolted from behind, we stealthily blazed up the brown complexioned Mary Jane that was rolled up by another of my roommates, Cali, and ate the kush cake heavily, the eyes needed to spin before hitting the street.

Your eyes gahs first dirty…

We went to Itamaga, a locale in Ikorodu, it was where one of my roommates, Oz (not real name) resided. His parents were out of town, just 5 of us alongside Kcee, Jamal, Wealth, and Q, who were our neighbors from the next room. They were all sophomores, being the only freshman amongst them, and they received a lot of preferential treatment as they always gave me.

Later that Friday night at Oz’s house, a couple of youngins’ came through. I remember playing video games on the laptop with Q when my bunkie, Doe, introduced me to a creole-complexioned, busty lady. He squeezed a certain amount (I think 5k) into my hand and asked me to ‘have fun’.

A bit shy, a bit timid, but I’m here already, so I had to do what I had to do. As stated before, to embrace genuine happiness, you have to let go of the creed of faith and righteousness and fulfil your innermost desire- to burst a nut.

I went into the guest room with the young lady (name withheld), her role was to initiate me into the shadow world, a realm I’ve always desired to be in. It was messed up, shaky, albeit it was the epiphany of a teenage boy’s desires.

2:30am in Ikorodu

After sleeping all through the night, the club in Ikorodu was scheduled to open around 3am. According to reports gathered, Seriki, the person who sang “Agbalumo,” was scheduled to perform at an adult club on this fateful night.

After having a great time earlier, it was safe to say the strip club experience was quite underwhelming. First, Seriki failed to show up at the event, a local Ikorodu artiste named Moppy came to perform, but no one paid him attention as he wasn’t Seriki.

Due to Seriki’s absence, a couple of infuriated club goers fought with the manager, who mentioned that the singer would never schedule to come perform. His name was a bait to trade young men to come and see shabby-looking women twerk on the pole.

Oh, I remember now, the women didn’t, and I don’t recall anyone spraying them with money. The strippers were voraciously awaiting someone to request their services, unfortunately, neither I nor any of my homies did. It wasn’t necessarily a boring experience, but it just didn’t live up to expectations or how my roommates described it was going to be.

Going back to my homeboy, Oz’s house the following morning, I reinvited the creole-complexioned lady from the day prior once again to have a good time.

She made the weekend worthwhile and took me deeper into the shadow world. I believe every moment spent with her was worth it, and to date, it is one of the most heartwarming fun times from that era.

In the end, all things are beautiful in it's time.