Welcome To C - 1 - 6 ... Let the Magic Whisk You Away

Obi hustled all week, gathering money for his send-off party. Normally, his friends were suppose to be the ones to organize the party. So now that the guy is hustling for Ringitts to make his own party, you'd know immediately that there's a problem somewhere.
Later that night, his hustling paid off. There was loud music, drinks and beer for everyone: All the ingredients for a normal party. People started coming around midnight, and before long, the whole of C-1-6 was booming with all sorts of people, mostly Nigerians, Botswana, and a few of his other international friends. The party started, and before long, everybody was dancing and having fun.
Somewhere in the crowd, seated between two drunk guys, was a light skinned guy. He seemed shy, and totally uncomfortable. He was not tall, and not bad looking either. He was casually dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, and was thinking of the best way to get the hell out of the party. Meet Ameeyn.
Not too far away from Ameeyn, was a guy dressed for anything but a party. He was a little older than Ameeyn, and definitely not bad looking either. At that moment, he was complaining on how much the DJ sucked. There was a flash, and he turned and gave the person that just took his picture a piss-me-off-and-i'll-kick-your-ass kind of look. Meet Udy.
Outside the apartment, seated near the sidewalk was another guy. His dressing was neat, and at first glance, you could tell that he's either an only child or the youngest in his family. He still had something that looked like baby-fat on his face, and some girls find that adorable, or cute to say the least. He was alone at that moment, and a lot was going through his mind. Meet Kay-Z.
The party was half way through when Ameeyn finally decided to leave. Just as he was making his way through the crowd, a hand caught him.
"Hey Ameeyn, was looking all over for you. Care for a dance?", said a girl with looks somewhere between cute and super hot. She had a smile. A really nice one. She was tall, for a girl, and had a nice body. Ameeyn had met her once or twice before then, her name was Zubaida.
"Err... OK.", he replied, not wanting to blow her away, but being fully aware that he'd take the "Worst-dance" Award home that night should he dare step on the dance floor.
Just then, a guy full with energy came in. His physique was somewhere between slim and chubby, and he was dressed so casual you'd think he just came back from a stroll in his garden. He was smiling, and he's one of those guys that you think can never get mad at anything. Meet Mubi. He was the guy Zubaida has been with since she came to Malaysia almost a month before, and as it is in any community, gossip was flying around that they were in fact dating.
Mubi pulled Zubaida away, and Ameeyn couldn't go out anymore because of the promise he made Zubaida; atleast that's what he told himself. But deep down, he didn't leave because he might be feeling something for her.
Minutes later, Zubaida came back, took Ameeyn's hand and led him to the dance floor. All that was going through his head was how much of a wuss he was to be led around by her like that. Less that a minute into the dance, there was a flash, like the one with Udy. And that was Ameeyn's first photo with Zubaida.
As the three guys left C -1 - 6, and made their way back to their place, Kay-Z and Udy had Ameeyn on the spot. They kept teasing him of how much he liked Zubaida, and how perfect they would be. At that time, all that was going on in his head was how not-to-screw-up with her... nothing else mattered.

In front of block A, was a car, two guys and a girl. One of the guys was new, so was the girl. The other guy was to say the least, the Nigerian mascot, at least to the Arabs. The other guy was tall and reasonably huge. He carried himself with importance and was sympathetic to all that he deemed lower than him, which in his case, was almost everyone. The girl looked shy. She was what Hollywood would call chubby, but other people knew as full figured. She had the most innocent look, and as the saying goes, if its too good to be true, then it probably is. Meet El-Sox, Sani and Asma'u!

At 4am, the guys locked the door to A - 1 -1, their apartment, and said goodnight to one another. Ameeyn went to bed, not knowing what the future held for him and Zubaida.

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Roughly 6 months later, at a party, there was another flash on the dance floor at C - 1 - 6. Only this time, it wasn't Ameeyn and Zubaida. It was Kay-Z and Asma'u's first picture...

... Welcome to C - 1 -6, let the magic whisk you Away...