If you’ve breezed through Twitter today chances are you heard about Zola, a woman who told an amazing tale about strippers, trapping, and crazy white folks, in about 150 tweets.

In case you haven’t seen Zola’s story, here’s a link to the ENTIRE thing–and trust me, it’s worth the read.

But the short version is this: Zola, an exotic dancer/artist/Hooter’s waitress met a white girl named Jessica one night and the two decided to head to Florida to make a few dollars. Because Zola had gone to the Sunshine State in the past to dance and came home with $15,000, she decided to tag along and do it again.

Thing is, though, the entire trip was doomed from the start.



Zola’s boyfriend was upset she was leaving without him, so she “fucked him calm,” and headed South with Jessica, Jessica’s boyfriend Jarrett, and a “big” Black dude who we later found out was named Z.

When they get to Florida, Zola and Jessica drop their things and head straight to a club. But the money wasn’t right. It was a slow night and they barely made any cash, so when Z came to pick the girls up, he asked them if they wanted to “trap.”


Zola doesn’t kill anybody, but he does keep her wits about her–which pays off big time later when Jessica gets caught up with some…clients.


Jarret turns out to be super unstable. Throughout the entire weekend he threatens to kill himself if Jessica doesn’t stop sleeping with other guys, and even tries to jump off a balcony. Eventually, though, he comes around and drives Jessica and Zola–who is merely there to keep Jess company, she never “traps”–to a “job.”

But things quickly go bad.

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They don’t die, obviously. Instead, Zola’s had enough and is ready to head back home to Detroit. Z buys her and Jarret plane tickets home, but he still doesn’t want to leave without Jessica–that’s when he tries to jump to his death.

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Somehow, Jarret survives his suicide attempt and Z carts him downstairs, puts him in the car, and takes him and Zola to the airport. When they get home, Zola spills her guts to her boyfriend who can’t believe the story–who can?!–and life goes on.

Until four day later….


Zola’s story was hilarious, addictive, and Twitter LOVED it. The memes, of course, wrote themselves.

Listen, I don’t know if she’s considering it, but Zola should be writing her own novels. After all, if books like Creepin’: A New Orleans Love StoryI Got Love For My Shawty, and A Bittersweet Hood Dilemma can sell thousands of copies on Amazon, Zola’s trap tales can too.

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  • Anon

    I didn’t much care for the story though if she “makes a sequel” can it not be via twitter?

  • Mary Burrell

    Why must I cry

  • LogicalLeopard

    TL;DR. I thought this was about the Univeristy of Louisville scandal. *L*

    • LogicalLeopard

      Update. Read more. Have to take a break. What in all…..I mean, this is like R Kelly’s “Trapped in the Closet.” You know it’s utter foolishness from the beginning, and you know it’s a complete waste of your time, but you have to see how the story ends. *smh* I’m still kind of wondering how people jump in cars with strangers and travel to different states in order to make money. Isn’t’ that how Lifetime movies begin?

    • LogicalLeopard

      The only thing I can say is this: It’s a shame this woman is jumping in cars and traveling 900 miles down I-75 with TOTAL strangers who happen to be kidnappers and murderers rather than enrolling in a creative writing course and using the gifts God gave her that WONT fade, like her body will. I hope she takes some of the comments she’s getting to heart and actually studies and improves on her talents. Obviously, there’s a market for it.

  • AfroCapricornette

    I read this yesterday literally with my mouth hanging open! I couldn’t believe what I was reading! She’s lucky she wasn’t trafficked or forced to trap like Jess. And Jess…!!! That poor, poor girl. I mean, to be used like that? I cannot fathom even today…