I literally loved this babe to the extent that I chased away all the other girls I was talking to, just because of her. The first two months were loving and good, but after a while, she started acting strange. I complained, and she changed—for a while. I didn’t know I hadn’t seen anything yet. Fast forward to the unforgettable day of my life: Valentine’s Day. I borrowed money from my best friend to get her a gift. When I got to her house, I saw a guy wearing a Barca jersey standing at her door.
Immediately I knocked, my babe opened the door. She was also wearing a Barca jersey. The guy had “Mr. Kim” written on the back of his jersey, and hers said “Kim’s Wife.” When I tried to act like her boyfriend, this guy slapped me, saying I held his babe’s hand. When I wanted to retaliate, he went to his car and opened the door. To my surprise, a Pitbull came out. The dog nearly bit me. The guy sat down, held the dog’s chain, and told me to do frog jumps from 1 to 300.
Omo, after I did 259, my oloriburuku babe begged him, saying, “Okomi, jor, fi elésin yi sílẹ̀, jé kó ma lọ (Let the shameful guy go).” The guy then stood up and gave her a belt to flog me. She beat me 20 strokes. After that, I went home. I didn’t tell my friend anything. But the next day, I had no choice but to speak out because I woke up in Gbobi hospital. I couldn’t even walk again. Till today, my babe hasn’t called or texted me. Ahhh, Lolade, omá ṣòfò ní àyé mi!
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