She walked into the banking hall, her pointed shoe
announcing her arrival minutes before you saw her.
She wore that kind of dress that convinces you that heaven
is missing an angel.
The aroma of her perfume would easily finish a bowl of eba
for its sweetness.
And the phone which she gingerly held to her ear, without
minding the security guy frantically waving at her that calls
are not allowed in banking halls, will cost a small fortune.
She stepped forward, picked a deposit slip and searched
frantically for a pen.
About five guys offered her their pens but, shame to bad
people, she took mine maybe because I was closest to her.
After a while, or a long while because time stood still, she
stood up and inched closer to me.
She whispered: "Please can you spell 'thirty' for me?"
I looked down at her deposit slip in surprise.
She'd written: 'tarty tausan'!
Olodumare!!!!!!
I hissed and snatched my biro from her hand. Fine face no brain

Knowledge is not wisdom. You may be learned,she might also be wiser than you.if all she wisely put on can make you admire her,believe me,its wisdom that lead to that. Do not blame people because of their academic background,teach them and they will admire you

strange enough, i don't find this piece funny. I think life is deeper than how versed you are in the borrowed language.


She even had the humility of asking you.... that's something