You really have to experience Polish parties to understand why anyone who leaves this country always misses the women. Especially when you are a Naija lad, i.e. an expert at setting P. I even hear sey some boys go dey quote rap lyrics for babes and dem go dey fall in love. God dey sha...
I sha thank God sey in the midst of all that Slavic XX chromosomes I found myself the ideal wifey.
The girl come run go Australia. Story of my life :'(
I sincerely hate packing for journeys. I have been loading and unloading my suitcase over and over these past 2 weeks, and something still ain't right. Na only God know who send me go Egyptair and their 26kg max. I hope sey na woman wey like dudu go dey check-in. Maybe my smile go melt hin heart like grilled plantain on mozzarella (NB. that was an attempt to portray my ajebutter skills. I beg your pardon though - I no know wetin fit melt under boli o.O).
It wasn't easy choosing the ideal airport attire. You know - something to impress the Nigerian customs officers. In addition who knows, I might be lucky enough to get a seat next to a badt babe. Doubt it though - na so so old women dey always siddon for my side for planes. In the end sha I settled on a black blazer over a fuschia sweat shirt (over here guys call it a gay color, behind their backs their girlfriends tell me I'm cute - dunno which is worse)
Anyway sha make man go chop some last minute oyinbo food before okada come pick me go airport.
