A Book Called Life.

 

The Street was fast asleep when I got back. What a day! I sighed......

After a blissful Owanbe day, I feel exhausted from dancing like Sukura kuti, the Madh gbedu sote enter my bodi. 

And right now, i just want to relass. Creeping into my small homely closet, i removed the wig roughly.... Hmmmmmm I heaved a sigh. My hair stinks!! Ogah oh.

Taking a quick glance at myself in the mirror, i exclaimed...Tiife!! Is this you? Before chuckling I looked like a hag. 

I was too tired, i just had to place the broken heels gently on the rug by one corner of the room. I had better given the heels to that aboki, down the street on my way to work tomorrow for a repair.

Ha! Tiife... mtcheeeew i hissed out loud, how come i forgot to buy toothpaste from Mele's ... E mean say na salt i go use brush tomorrow again.....

Slamming my body to the kushin couch, i drifted to sleep the moment my back touched the soft edge, not before removing the hard koste on my shest....I needed the freedom...

Loluafrika...