Mattkent:


Thanks for the correction... I blv u r right cos I'm not that good in Hausa lang...just stayed there for a couple of years.

Lemme edit it.

Rounakid:
Talk of the devil, the lady snubbed my effort to lure her back and continue heading to the exit.
I stretched out my short hand in the process drawing her back.
"Did'nt you hear my instruction, never to head out while the mass is ongoing?" I quired in millitary-like accent.
"Excuse me! Who are you? Who do you think you are to control my mobility in this church?" She rant, just like average Nigerian girl will do, also removing her glass in the process.
"And what gave you the impression that you are the lord of yourself in this church, which makes you think that your moving out of the church at the odd hour is guaranteed?" I asked, trying to sound more fluent, Smirking in the process.
One thing that i observed during our short encounterment, is her inability to withstand my gaze, which leaves me with the impression that she is seeing me as superior, but my impression was proven wrong in the next few minutes.
"Young lady, my advice is for you to kindly go back to your sit and save your self any embrassment." I further said, bringing my mouth closer to her.
All thanks to Nollywood who taught me that, by to advancing their mouth close to minors such that the person will be feeling their breath whenever they are into gentle-man/bully acts.
"Oh my God, your mouths stinks, am sure you have'nt brush for some days now"
"So Mr, why don't you focus more on your well-being rather than parading your self as an unrecognised Church Official." she threwed a loads of insults to me, but as a gentle man that i am, i tried being polite.
"Young girl, what did i do you to warrant this kind of insult this morning?" i quired piltely to the departing figure.
"Insult? Did i? What insult did throw to you? I just stated the real fact wich a child can easily attest." She defended with a smirk on her face, and she continue heading out.
By then some congregation, wicked congregation i will say where chuckling at our little drama.
I in other hand tries smearing my breath, to know wether she spoke the truth.
I did it by stylishly using my palm to cover my mouth and breath on it.
"Alas! She spoke the truth" i muttered.
The kind of odour emanating from my mouth is extremely horrible, all thanks to the over-done yam and beans that i ate the previous night, am my lazy self for not brushing up when i woke up.
"Kutty don't tell me that you want to leave this girl make she go scott free after she don design you with customised insults finish?" the bad and qaurelome part of me speaks.
"But na real fact she states nao, your mouth no dey stink ni?" My good angle contributed.
"Eeehen, if na real fact nko? Does that guarantee her to rain all sought of insults on you?"
"How e take be im bussiness if your mouth dey stink?" My bad angle protested.
"So wetin you want make i do now?" i quired inwardly directing the question to my bad angle.
"Guy go slap am, if she protests beat the hell out of her." My bad angle adviced.
"Bros no try that thing ooo, you may end up disgracing yourself ooo." The good angle tries maintaning it's point.
I ignored the good side and heeded the bad side.
Bad choice tho!
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Dedicated to you my lady SofiaAmrozia

unlimitedbosco:
this is da bomb like hiroshima op pls keep it up ishilove pls fp

unlimitedbosco:
this is da bomb like hiroshima op pls keep it up ishilove pls fp