My people, have you seen the rags the ladies are calling fashion? To my humble mind, we better hold a seminar on basic dressing before these masquerades will chase us out here.
Again, let me say it here that the most wicked designer ever is the one that came out with this flimsy stuff women wear today. When I see one of them my temperature shoots through my head.
Well, I have just told you why I can’t have enough of them. I kept becoming a born-again (if I need it) and falling back into the world (as they say).
Now, who said I am not a good sportsman? I am good at what I do and you know it. you can ask Tina, Blessing, Comfort, Ndidi and the lot.
Listen, I cannot kick the round leather, wear boxing gloves or do dash, but if you give me something in a skirt and a six-spring bed, you’ll know I am next to OBJ. Me too dey kamkpe.
Let me tell you about Joan. You see the book of Hebrew 12:14 said God demands nothing else, nothing less, nothing more than holiness without which no man can see the lord.
But Joan demands nothing else but a big stout which takes straight from the big black bottle.
I met her at a friend’s birthday day party (my bad luck). After four bottles of big stout, she said. “let’s go find out why they say the black thing is good.”
I said fine. But by the time she lowered her back into the bedsheet with two legs surrounding my face, I found out, “food is ready but service differs’.
You can see why most of us seek variety.
