Ena good morin my Nigeria people, hope you guys did not wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Come to think of it self, which side of the bed is wrong? Chai! This our Africa proverb self eh, na die.

As I wake up this morning, like so I jejeli carry my chicken leg commot from my room so that I can sharply wash my face and look presentable to this tall, dark-skinned gentle guy that just moved into one of the rooms close to mine few days ago and I was opportune to sight him just once.

By the way, my house is not a gangan house o and we all know face me, I slap you houses in 9ja nah. Those houses that have 20 rooms, 1 toilet and 2 bathrooms on just a half plot of land.

In this house, the landlord will make it clear and draw up some rules before you even rent it in the first place. And parts of those rules are:
1. You must not use generator.
2. You must not pure water on the floor.
3. You must not give birth to more than 2 kids.
4. You must introduce whoever is visiting to the landlord.
5. You must buy everything from the landlord *like bread, needle, chicken feeds to traditional soap*
6. More than 2 women must not sit to gist.
7. No tenant should complain about noise coming from your room at night.

In fact the lists reach hundred.

Back to my gist, after washing my face and making sure all those lala (dry night saliva) were outta my face, I quickly carried my neighbor’s chair, sat down not too far from my 9 married neighbors doing their morning chores in the compound.

As God would have it I heard my new crush's radio cracked into a song by Celine Dion titled because you love me. Immediately I heard this song eh, my blood started flowing anti-clockwise and I started imagining me and him dancing to the melody of the music, chai! Love/Lust was killing me softly.

After about 10 min I heard his door open and as ena know the kind sharp girl way I be nah, I started singing *come and make my heart your home by women of faith* in Tonto Dike’s voice.

He finally came out to take his bath wearing one brown shot and hanging the towel on his neck. Yepeleee!!! Come and see seven pack with fine trimmed hair from his chest down to his navel *in my mind I was like "p-square"* Straight legs with fine hair like those American dogs, in fact he looks like the one I has been waiting for, since I broke up with that yeye Kola 5 years ago.

I was so eager to hear what he sounded like, I quickly cleared my throat and tried to use fake American accent I learnt from fake big girls in school, "good morning" *in Rihana’s voice, while shining my 32 brown white teeth*, and before I knew it, He shocked me when he answered with a voice so tiny like that of tatafo radio voice saying, "gu morin, hof u slif well well", haaaaa! I vaf enter it today o....so with all the penperempe way I do, this is what I get!

As I take carry my tiny leg waka come outside, na so I carry am waka back into my cubicle.

I now started imaging me and this guy going on the road, with him sounding like a tatafo while I sound like Wale popopo on radio. HELL NO!

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DORO SURU!

Lol

The guy no even look my side

dnacrystal: The guy no even look my side

lolzz.... na that one dey pain person pass