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Why didn't he ask, if they use condom...

Chioma papa no ask all dis questions, Davido Na cultist self, well known


Nonsense

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BadNews:
Hello

Hi

Okay now...

Azeezat Oshoala 'Agba Baller' nko...?

Sorry...

I am not sure...

They are perverts...

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Na wa o...

1Sharon:
So a giveaway is your lifeline? Go and work.

Nice hair

I don't gamble...

I no get savings

Because say na girl bah...?

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Na wa o...

Omoh...

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WTF!

Oh my...

Gospel what...?

purples25:
What state am I located in, then?

Hmmm I wont say much because of your personal text...

purples25:
Moved in two years ago or so. My first time of living in a neighborhood like that. Me and hubby trying to sit tight until things got better.

I came in right after having my baby and looked like shit with my natural hair. I relaxed the hair next month and it was very long. I also lost weight and started dressing nice. They weren't laughing anymore. I spoke good English. They looked depressed and intimidated. All the girlfriends of drunks in the area, all the market women wearing wrappers around and some even refused to greet me, that is they refused to respond to my greetings. My first few days there I was passing with my baby and attempted to greet a guy, he muttered that I should dey my dey while he dey on his own, with so much malice and contempt.

I made hair after hair. I used a baby carrier, I never really backed my baby. First day I did that, a drunk passed us and set his red eyes on my baby with such a glare that I was wondering what the little child did to him, is it his fault that his mom got something different to carry him with? My child was fair and cute at that point. People said I was fine and my baby was fine, some kids said when they grow up they want to have my style, some people came up to me and praised me. I didn't know the fire I was lighting up under my own ass ...

I saw a lot of things from those people. I was mocked, they sent their kids to ridicule me in the market, their kids on their own started insulting me and my child. Once I couldn't make that hair again it was a great victory for them, the boys from the betting shop close by will actually call their friends to where i am, point at me and laugh. They observed me very closely and mocked me anytime I wasn't able to keep to the former standard of nice dressing and hair, and dressing up my kid. They started loudly complaining that I never allow my child to walk even if he was just a year plus and walked well at home. Some people will even come up to me and tell me to allow the boy to walk. Someone directly told me it's because I use a baby carrier and not what Is common to the neighborhood, which is backing babies with wrapper.

When that mockery with intensity set up on making me an object of ridicule started, even aboki join in o. When the kids were following me with songs and the women and drunks in the area that I never greet were sated, aboki sef start to dey feel important, they will pass and look me up and down slowly, they would laugh. I had ignited so much hatred by suddenly moving in looking nice and being different with my baby.

A woman dropped a fetish substance of boiled eggs and God knows what at my door to scare me or anything else. A line of women sat in the narrow path we cross every day observing me and my son. They didn't stop observing until when after things got bad, my son turned dark in complexion then they stopped their close up mockery and left in smiles.

I cut my long hair to get them off, if that was the thing that made them angry. They didn't stop, they mocked me more. They started saying I looked like a man, some people will loudly comment to my face when their friends point me out. The stupid drunks in the area felt important, the cowards now felt confident that they now swerve when I pass, idiots. Who should be swerving for who. The same drinks that start playing abusive music about cheating wives and saying all sorts of things to make themselves feel ok because I don't greet them, they said I'm old, they said I've given birth, they said I used to sleep with senators and later they said na me go dey look for senators.

I started speaking pidgin because of the hostility and angry claims that I'm just a poor person who was forming, but that changed nothing.

I can't say all but it really affected me, I went down to feeling like nothing. Leaving for a while never stopped them , when I came back they resumed mockery and monitoring. I left again and now it seems they are sated because they have ridiculed me to a point when they can now take their eyes off me and afford not to care.

I now don't dare to do any hair style that the old women in the neighborhood don't do again, nothing flashy. I don't have that self esteem again, I became hard towards my son, I frown whenever I'm out because I wake up every day remembering my 'downfall' in the neighborhood. I don't know if I will regain my former softness or self esteem, right now I'm like whatever. Sometimes I hit my kid In public, I found myself acting just like those women tying wrapper, those old unfashionable women with hairstyles that make them look even older. I decided today that I'll try and mend my relationship with my son because he no longer looks sad when I hit him, he just got home today and started smashing his most loved toy on the wall. That's anger issues starting because of me, so I'll try to heal and fix things with him.

There are many animalistic people and most, not all, people in the hood are of that type. They can't see you shine and not make you miserable.

I'm glad we may be moving out soon.

Excuse me

I think I know u...

IkePeters:
The last line from Tupac's "Hit 'em up" hit track

Yes boss

2Pac hit em up

Bad boy killer...

This sweet 18

I no get infection, what a pity...

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2Pac...

Bad boy killer

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Please stop the killings...

AddictedtoToTo:
Toto

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