It’s hot, there’s no fuel, there’s no light, the naira is in a laughable state, afrobeats WW3, Bobrisky is in prison, only God knows what’s happening at Landmark and the streets are filled with unserious wicked MARRIED souls.
Let the only proof of our love be in my appearance. When people see me, they’ll just know that I’m loved bc of the way I’ll be shining ‘loved loved loved’ from head to toe..
You that you’re shaking bumbum on the internet + the girls you’re accusing of being cheap whores for wearing gym fits, hope you know we’re all one and the same in their eyes.