AN OPEN LETTER TO ETISALAT NIGERIA

by 13:59
Dear EN,
I don't know how to write this letter without covering my face in shame. I am filled with ashame.

LOVE OR PESTILENCE

by 12:28
we were literally rubbing shoulders with Mai
When Friday night, while the whole of Lagos was turning up, I was helping my cousin take out her kinky braids and we were just having random conversations from how her daughter said her nanny looked like a zebra because she wore a black and white stripped dress to how her pastor keeps rallying for followers on twitter. I still need to find the connection with hair and gist, its almost inevitable.

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