Hot tears raced down my forlorn face like a waterfall when I saw the picture on my cracked itel phone... immediately my sight were blurred as if a cloud of mist covered my face.
Is this now my life? I asked myself.

Thoughts were chaotically jumping up in my mind as the reality of what I saw set in and from no where I felt a very sharp pain pierced through my heart like a hot knife through butter. At that moment, I needed no soothsayer to tell me heart break was ruggedly breaking through me.

I nearly dropped my phone to a crash like they do in movies. But I caught myself and quietly kept the phone on the floor with my hands shaking like a possessed being.

My Head started whirling like a whirlwind, the teeth in my jaw were vibrating intensely like the machines in kainji Dam. There was a violent riot in my stomach I could hear the sounds like thunder.

In the very chilly cold weather of Kaduna state, hot sweat dripped down like light rains from all the orifices in my body. Catarrh trickled unrestricted from my nostrils.

I asked again. "What's happening to me ?"
Suddenly, as if it has a brain of its own my yansh which has been silent all these while answered promptly by realising a loud fart!

In split of a sec, all the crisis in my being ceased instantly. Is the fart the voice of my guardian angel? I didn't answer myself because the only one thing on my mind was the TOILET.

I made for it. The detached toilet at the end of the compound. Yes, I stay in a public compound. Not a face me I face you kind of thing. But a long block of rooms. And we all shared the toilet.

Usain bolt got nothing on me as I raced to the toilet. I could feel the amebolistic eyes of my neighbors on me. Those people are bad energy so I didn't halt to heed their pleasantries.

I made it to the toilet after almost colliding head to head with this heavily pregnant woman that was coming from a corner away from the toilet.

Now Seated right on the bowel with my arsenal short drawned, in a pitch dark compartment, with the air a mixture of urine and feaces , the real cry of the cross commenced!

Now the wailing wasn't in my heart. I was literally out crying aloud;

"RIHANNA OOH . RIHANNA OOH. RIHANNA OOH.

how could Rocky do that to my baby? How could he for heaven sake! Riri is pregnant.

I have not eaten since yesterday cos I feel so heart broken! I called my boss to tell him I wouldn't make it to work today.

Every where online Nigerian people are saying things about DON JAZZY. My own case is worst

Riri, WHY?

MY GOD will judge you

Okay oo

God will give u sense

Oga go look for food chop
If food no dey find who go give u garri to soak

It seems hunger is making u imaging things

A long block of room is still face me I face you

You're a Mumu OP