‘Deji God will punish you. God will repay you for these 3 years of my life that you’ve wasted you useless Yoruba demon.’
These girls suddenly remember our lord and master when evil has been done to them. All na wash. Nobody is punishing anybody jare. I was just tired. Am I not allowed to be tired? I mean Nneka was a good girl with a fine face, banging body and an amazing personality but abegggg, it’s time to set my sights on someone else. There are lots of fish in the sea and what I need now is a big whale.
She came to the bank today. I had never seen Afro that huge before and her smile, her freaking smile. She had the kind of smile that you wouldn’t mind selling your birthright for. The smile that you wouldn’t mind leaving your father and mother for. The smile that leaves you messes with your head, that makes you forget your name. I knew there was no way I was going to let’s someone else attend to her in this bank.
I’m in love. Me!! Oladimeji son of Akeju, first of his kind, breaker of hearts. Me!! The one who makes Lagos girls tremble at the mention of his name, the one who was able to handle 6 girls at the same time without getting caught. I’m in love and I’m unashamed about it. I’m in love and I want to scream from the mountaintops.
I dont understand. Awele is saying she can’t marry me. Something about being a wife with two kids. There’s a pain in my chest that I haven’t experienced before. It’s like a fat person is sitting on my chest and I’m finding it hard to breathe.
‘Awele God will punish you. God will repay you for the one year of my life you have wasted you bloody Yoruba demoness.’