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When I spit "shuwo?" Throway from my mouth, I no come know but the way my brother man bin dey para dey voke, I taya sootey, I no blame myself again.
I dey my lane, dey siddon for my dormot when trouble dey use torch light with duracell battery dey find me! E reach the stage wey me I surrender arms begin come dey wither for the matter. I feel like to shout "na me shoot bird make I'm mama fly?! Abi na I'm be the handiwork wey I go carry take dig my papa grave?!" When I para reach full circle, I siddon for corner think am say as the thing dey take do me like so, e for get why.
As provoke don commot for my center, I fit siddon use tongue wey no be my mama own to speak...
First and foremost, I came to the startling realization that of late, I think of one particular person far more than I care to admit.
Her name?
Nneka!
To get her off my mind, I packed a hand luggage and hopped on a bus going to Cally from B-side. My reason again?? When I think of it now, I am not so certain.
One thing I am certain of is that while seated between two idiots getting high on cigarettes and cough syrup and a girl who's annoying phone beeped every other second I came to the realization that if I were to decide to, there'd be many ways to kill her!!
My name is Tabitha Swahita Tahilita, welcome to the insanity!!
- Tabby
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