GEORGE Gold a young man in his late twenties tagged along with his friend Joseph Obi into AFFIAH BAR one could mistake the duo to be brothers as they were both tall,croppy dark hair,light skinned,muscularly built,drop dead gorgeous.The young men seem oblivous to the attention they had created as heads kept on turning in open admiration as they scanned round the crowd for a vacant spot,finding one at the extreme end of the bar shaded by dwarfed trees which leaves whirled around with the wind slowly a loud beat of AkwaIbom Ayaya blast from an old speaker as people familiar with the lyrics sang along, they both ventured to the empty spot.George seemed lost on his iphone when he heard JO whistled quite loud and he knew what that meant so he grinned not bothering to join his friend as he ogled everything that passed as long as it has watermelons and backside, only two days in uyo a bubbly town he was already having the time of his life it felt so good to shut himself from the world of extravagant glamour