A Conversation Of Broken People
I’m on a journey of making sure that I don’t lack what is meant to be mine, because that is what my name means literally. Nkemakonam , “let me not lack my portion”. You probably know a thing or two about me already. Ehennn By the way, Osas called me saying “ this-and-that ” about how I didn’t treat her client well. Client kwa, sha na me fuck up . Just because I left that mad man in handcuffs, shebi you guys remember the guy that wanted to use whip to finish me in the name of BDSM sex? She said the guy has been asking for a refund. Omo maybe she should sell the clothes I left at her place and give him the change that comes from that. No be people goods for container, wey worth millions dey loss for high sea ? I’ve sha temporarily blocked Osas, afterall she introduced me to one girl on instagram that sells handbags. I pay for handbag, I no see handbag, I no see my money . When I started protesting the idiot blocked m...