Today na Sunday and me and Mary dey enjoy our sef for her house, I mean the place where she dey do house girl. I come dey think say na good tin' e be as dem no dey carry her go church, we com hear horn for gate.

"Haa! Madam don come back," she run comot bed, "my own don kpafuka!"

She look me, come drag my hand, "mumu, dress make you find place hide."

"Shoo! Wetin na? Na your madam wan marry you?"

"You dey craze! Na deaconess she be for church."

"Deaconess wey dey leave house girl for house go church! Deaconess wey dey enter Red Hotel for night! Shior!"

"Na you sabi, Dotman, na business partners she go dey meet there."

Both of us dey laugh for the joke. She stop. E be like say her sense just wake up see say I still lie for bed Madam dey horn for gate all dis time."Ah, Dotman you don kill me today, Madam don kill me today." She shout like person wey dem wan pursue comot house.

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