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Banger? Ni October? E ni ronu kankan kobo!😭

Ate this look hands down! So cunt!

This thing you people are doing is not more feminism. E ti ya were.

Don’t be that creative they text when there’s no budget.

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Does not in fact mean that I cannot do it now. And show everyone the layers of uncouth that she can be. There are some people that you’d do bad, and they’d be quiet and move on. And there’s some individuals all you need to do is show up in their face and try them again.

Ps: im not a good person. I decided to count my losses and move on. And I sternly warned her through her sister, to stay away from me. But she’s extremely audacious and I think everyone already knows that. Because I chose to be quiet and not talk about all she did to me >>

If anyone knows Deborah Okoro onyiyechi. Popularly known on the TL as Debsforchrist. Please tell her to stop trying to reach me. @Jesudunni_ Hi, I’m involving you because she decided to reach me through my friend. And I’m gonna do same. If this offends you. I’m truly sorry. >>>

Ore tan, ashiere gbagbe.

So will I get a refund?😩😭

Dear God, let this post reach the right people 🥹🙏🏽

I’m not lucky, I’m blessed.

Black people are the biggest recyclers of plastic bags. So when you see a turtle choking, don't look at us. All of our plastic bags are in the cabinet under the sink.😂🤷🏾‍♂️

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@silverpenydr @xdealsgadgets God all the way

So they don’t become, self victimizing, ill mannered, and ungrateful free loaders. I’m certain Christ didn’t teach Debs that. But let’s leave that aside. Story for another day. #vent

Maybe someday, I’ll talk about it, maybe not. Maybe today? Tomorrow? Maybe never? Cause I always let things go. Sometimes, children need to stay with their parents, get some smacking to keep them straight, before they send them into the real world,

It’s been a month now that she’s left, and there’s not a single moment when I think of every single ordeal, I had to nurse into sanity, because I always gave her benefit of the doubt, and saw a silver lining. That I don’t feel a burning anger in my chest.

Squatted someone in my space barely a month after moving in myself, just cause “omo this is lagos, everybody needs help, and I’ve been helped too, so I’ll pay it forward” lmaooo lmaoo lmaooo. I’m dealing with PTSD rn. Now anytime I hear “Deborah” I automatically squeeze face.

This sucks.