So I came across this lovely story online...


Our love story is one about stolen jewelry and the
quest to find it. So my housekeeper stole my
jewelry and then I got her arrested. Her husband
came to bail her out but I refused to budge until I
got my jewelry back. Now her husband is the
executive chef to some ‘big boy’ that lived in
Ikoyi. The chef had access to resources that made
my punishing the girl difficult for him and hence
the ability to retrieve my stuff was futile. Then out
of the blues, a mutual friend calls me to inquire
about my domestic issues.


I came to find out he knew the ‘big boy’ who had
complained to him about the one FCMB chick that
was disturbing his cook’s wife which is resulting
in his cook not being focused which meant, he
the ‘big boy’ wasn’t being served properly at
home. I was completely disgusted so I took his
number and called him. We agreed to meet at the
George Hotel to discuss how to resolve this
matter whereby I got my jewelry back and for him,
his cook can resume his duties of cooking his
special meals.


At the George hotel, I arrived there first. Then this
“big boy” walked in a little later and we
connected like we were old friends. We spoke
about anything and yet nothing. We met at the
hotel at about 7.30pm and finished from there at
about midnight and, relocated our ‘very important’
discussions to the Wheatbaker where we stayed
till 2.30am. So the question is did I recover my
jewelry? I’m sure you will agree that the heavens
blessed me with jewelry beyond my imaginations.


Moral...You can meet your significant other in very unusual ways.

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