Na who I go ask (2)

As I walked home,I had this feeling that wouldn’t go away no matter how hard I tried.It just kept telling me,’ you just fuckkkked up!’

Immediately I did what every other girl would do,’call my ride or die because I knew I could count on her to justify my every wrong!

*dailtone. . . .’pls don’t be asleep, I thought’.You see, sleep happens to be her favorite thing in the world!. So Fresh and So Clean as she always says,lol.  She picked and a hallelujah was in order.

We exchanged pleasantries and soon it was ‘back to the matter’

‘Eeeyah that sounds sweet!!!, but you never know he could turn out to be a nice person…….’

Abi? Hmm he was really persistent sha.thank you joor, I’ll call you back when I get to my room.(I didn’t)

    Easy Pheasy,the feeling was numbed. I actually felt like doing the red riding hood hop to my hostel.This exuberant feeling was short-lived though



Author: auntytalkytalky

Auntytalkytalky is a writer inspired by circumstances, a talkative by nature. Some are afraid to talk, she is afraid of shutting up. Enjoy!!!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s