Why I followed Her to Her House



The other day i was in a public bus taking me from work to my house.

All of a sudden a bad case of shit or mess hit the air....Everyone started cussing out ooh...Na so one fine chic wey be like say she not dey enter toilet carry the thing for head like gala for go-slow. She curse the papa and mama and even the ancestors of whoever farted....she cursed and cursed and cursed.

Ten minutes later she was still cursing and shouting at the top of her voice about how people lack how to behave blah blah blah....

I begin side eyes the babe...like kiloda na...it has do naa.

As we reach Under bridge bus stop (Trade-fair), the lady said o wa oo and the bus stopped for her to alight, as she made to step out of the Bus,behind her Jeans were shitty lines like she messed and shit came out or rather monthly things. I follow the babe drop even though say no be my bus stop (i was 3 bus stop away from mine)

anyways sha...i cum tell her say
''Excuse miss but e be like you don shit for your pant..''...O'course I said it in Yoruba.

The Babe just turn begin shout to me say ''So na you mess.....so na you mess''

na so we argued, cursed till i reached her house

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