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Stewpid man and son

Lolz. Gangangangangangan

Deji, you are vewi stewpid

Lolz. Plz come n update oh

That's nice hmmm. Thanks madam tiffany. God bless you n I Love You Too

MidieMeliss: shey?? Good Morning. I taya for him oo. Thanks for following and also commenting. Its a big motivation for me to keep writing. *huggs*

Till when bayii

Dah guy is mad oh

barackodam: Ko ye mi

It's a slang, but i think it should be SUPERB

How are u dear. Please take care of yourself oh

Please come n give us food mammy

barackodam: Water ni! !!



Eni a wi fun oba je o gbo, eni a soro fun oba je of gba

Omo Yoruba rere. Ise e ta nw

Whats wrong with the guy na. Mtchew

Lolz. Thats nice, i love that

Tell her your name n die

MidieMeliss: Abi oo, we ladies too get wahala...lols.

How are you doing ma'am..?

Am kulacious, U? Am following u lyk kilode

Lolz. Ladies sha

Lolz. Ehya, all z wella

360prince: ..

What?

TiffanyJ: i can, if only you wil make him relocate to Abj.

Lolz, jst joking

Plz miss tiffy am falling 4 jake, can u get me his phone number? 9c wan ma'am

[quote author=omoshelwa][/quote]Lyk cwiously i dnt knw why

Lemme clean my face

seunviju: Nice one ma,following

Tanx n uwc

TiffanyJ: Welcme back, ma'am

Tanx boss

Ok. Am here

The tarmac path was melting in the sun. The stickiness of it pulled Alison's shoes away from her feet with each step. Even the porch, with its dark ivy and cool floor of orange and black tiles, offered no shade. The sun seeped relentlessly into every corner. A petite woman opened the door and ushered then, with bossy jolliness, into the large living room, then strutted off to the kitchen to fetch refreshments. Late 1980s provincial hotel, Alison thought, making a quick critical assessment of the chintz-covered furnishings and swagged and tailed curtains. It was the kind of décor she absolutely loathed, and its fussiness seemed to make the heat almost worse indoors than out. Stephen immediately detached himself from her side, as if drawn by a magnet to the faux-Victorian bookcase, and stood inclining his head to read the titles, pulling out volumes at random. The two other women who were in the room were asking each other tentative questions about when their babies were due; the men exchanged different words for the heat - barbecue, furnace, inferno. Alison stood stranded in the middle of the pink carpet, wishing she was the type of person other people found approachable. She was aware that her business-like appearance and make-up were somehow putting the others off including her, but she didnt know how to ease herself in to the conversation. It was so hot. She wished she could just flee, but it was too late now that they were there. Anger with stephen began to well up inside her. How could he abandon her as soon as they arrived? The hostess returned with a large frosted jug from which she poured water into highball glasses, plopping an ice-cube into each. She handed one to Alison. 'Thank you,' Alison said with relief, scooping out the ice- cube with her fingers and running it along the back of her neck. 'What a good idea,' said one of the other women, following suit and smiling sympathetically at her. Alison smiled back, feeling slightly better. Well, thats broken the ice,' said their hostess, and they all laughed again, politely. ' Now, women on the floor,' she instructed, explaining that it was best for their babies' position if they did not slouch. To Alison's amazement everyone, including herself, obeyed, lowering themselves onto the dry wool pile, pretending that they were comfortable. The men slipped into chairs behind their partners. ' We've one or two missing, but let's begin anyway,' said the hostess. 'I'm Judith. I've been through what you're going through twice! My children are now five and three. I've been leading ante-natal classes for the last two years. Now, which one of you's going to go first- just tell us your name, and anything you think's important about you?' Her eyes flicked round the faces and came to rest on Alison. 'Alison,' she said. ' I'm editor of the Lifestyle section of a Sunday newspaper . . . .er, wat else?' she looked at Judith, suddenly at a loss. ' When's the baby due?' Judith asked. ' Oh right . . . .in five weeks' time.' Alison realized instantly she had given the wrong reply. As a mother, you defined yourself in terms of your baby, not your job. ' And your husband is . . .' Judith led her on. ' Stephen,' Alison replied, stretching her slim manicured fingers back over her shoulder to catch his hand, but grasping air. She twisted round and saw that stephen was staring into space paying no attention to the hand she had offered him, or to anything else in the room. ' Stephen's a professor,' she attempted to explain, flicking her stranded fingers through the ends of her bob. The ghost of a murmur of laughter wafted round the room. She had meant the words to be light and faintly humorous, but it had somehow sounded like showing off. ' So, its stephen, is it? Judith asked, pointedly directing her voice at him. ' Yes it is.' Stephen suddenly turned on a smile of such unexpected brilliance, Alison forgave him for his earlier distractedness. ' So who's next? Tap tap tap. Everyone turned to look at the window where a very pretty, cheeky face was waving at them.

ogunsiji: Henry u just av to let go for your own peace of mind.tiff dear i must comment dat u are a gud writer.#kisses#

Kisses? If moi brother catch you, ehn? Hmmmmmmm. 9c wan my wiffy

Ubong will marry my dear Amy jst wait n c. Challenges will cm bt they will overcome

Abi nw

That woman is not linda's mother

Ehya. I pity him sha, so jack cn call d name of Jesus lolz. 9c work baby