At 27, you still haven’t found me. Ehn, fine boy. I’m very lonely ooo. Konji wan kee me. I don soapy so tey, my hand begin pain me. Yet no boyfriend, no husband. Na you go suffer am. Because the more money I get, the higher my shoulder pad dey rise. The more my mentality dey become like man. It hurts ooo not being able to find a sane person to date or marry. Either they have less education, are single fathers, or are Sango personified with weed, alcohol and cigarette. Either they are one of those ones who must have cat or dog or the type who will be looking for Marilyn Monroe type girl. Oyo is your name. I no go wear makeup. I no go expose breast. It’s okay. I will be fine but konji showed me hell this week ooo. And the fwb too no get sense. How I go dey let stoopid men climb me. We move. Once I start this new job, it’s over for you. Sorry, I don drink tire today.
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