NB: This was written in Nigerian Pidgin-English.
Mood;
Song - Fireboy DML
Album - Laughter, Tears, and Goosebumps
You sweet pass mango,
you sweet pass agbalumo,
I need you like Eko needs moi-moi...
😅😂😅😂😅
Proudly "the-only-sugar-that-makes-my-tea-sweet" generation.
Toasting was purely artistic those days mehn. Your punchline had to be strong! And trust your boy 😉😉. Nor be today we begin hold biro 😂😅😅😂😅😂
I remember back then mehn, boiz no dey ever get extra money. So while other guys go dey spend for bukka to impress (quackish if you ask me, but then, different strokes for different folks right?) your baby boy go dey compose heart-melting and head bursting love letters and poems.
Una know how the movie dey play na... Very soon I begin get reserve stick sweet and snacks. While baba go dey spend, baby girl dey think of baby boy inside class. Baby boy inside class dey use hin break time draw and compose.
School close. Everybody go house. Baba don comot for the picture. Baby girl calls baby boy up to listen to poems and tales from la-la land. (God bless MTN dah year for midnight calls 😁😁). Baby girl hangs up, sleeps, and wakes up to a good morning dose of "the-only-star-in-my-planet" SMS 😋😋🥰.
Nor be my fault. Na my default setting. I trained these eyes and my grey matter to see the beauty in everything. So, no blames if it gets mirrored... 😉😉😉
I stopped active romance when she died though. And yes, there's a thing like passive romance. It has its own dynamics and perks too.
🎵🎶Love is a beautiful thing🎶🎵... It's Don Jazzy again... Kokolet master... 😂😅😂😅
That year Sha... 😊☺️😆
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