Hmmn. Naso Naso. Love watin Tin. If I no fall in love with the person wey wrote this story. Na small it go remain. How can someone write a story and delicious as this and expect me not to bite my tongue.
Omoh. So there might be a close one chance for me too if I promised to be a changed man. Let me just go back and beg my ex. Enough is enough of all these shakara these ladies are doing these days.
Imagine I could just find my Nike in the cab while traveling tomorrow. Inkwell will hear my love story.
Nicely written. And thanks for sharing.