My stubborn owner doesn't know what i know,
I have actually heard so much of Yoruba boys, Yoruba demons is how they are called, i heard so much in Alaba market before she bought me off,
One almost most purchased me for his girlfriend, but lied he left his wallet in the car and when they left to pick it, they never returned.
Something that it's only a Yoruba boy that can give you doggy till you go paralysed,
Where i was stocked in the market, my old owner enjoyed news and stories, if i don't hear of they sell pants for a car called Mercedes Benz, then i will hear of a guy who goes from one girl to another, just that not all are like that perhaps but half are. Sometimes i thank God i am only a Diary where they exist.
She just didn't write anything on me last night because she visited him last night with me and he didn't give her a chance to gist me,
Even when she picks me up several times from the bag, he would come from behind or the front and lit it.
She even carelessly threw me on the wash hand sink in the bathroom.
And at dawn when she refused him,
He let his fingers play a tune around her ears,
Her body ached from the punch like slaps she conceived,
But really nobody placed her in the relationship, she did.
And now she is refusing to let it leave.
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The Diary Speaks
Short StoryFollow the sour tongued diary as it unravels the darkest part of its owners.
