Because I no too get money like before, my office Landlords, Regus™, decided to relocate my office, to share with a Business Tax Advisor, wey be self employed like me.
I said, no problem.
Decently big office, but our spaces are demarcated with fancy dividers.
Since December that I moved in, Miss India Pretty Face no dey greet me o.
Correct chick o.
All particulars in the right places.
But arrogant. Very.
I go greet am from morning till night, she go look me for eye, no answer.
But as Lagos Igboro boy, I no send am.
I dey do my work, i dey drink my Gordon’s™ dry gin, I put my smelly socked feet for table.
I no kuku get òga.
I noticed that once a while, she covers her nose in disgust.
I still no send am.
…….then one morning, I had some network issues, so i went on my knees under my desk and office divider, to sort out the Ethernet cables fitted out from the floor to connect appliances and devices.
Hmmmmm, bros as I glanced up from under my desk, with cables and wires all over my neck, wettin I see ?…..
Miss Pretty India face, legs splayed wide open jàgbàla, the dirtiest kpàta in the world staring at me. The yellow color sef don turn to brown.
…aaaaaahhh ! I banged my head against my desk as I quickly came up for fresh air.
She didn’t even say sorry. She just eyed me up and down again.
When I settled back into my chair, I smiled wryly to myself as I hummed, 🎵 omo washes brighter and it shows . 🎵
She begin dey look me as i dey hum, wondering why I have the naughtiest smile on my ugly face….
I will soon go back under again, and bring update.
I saw something else……
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