Smartkent:

Shey you no check my moniker nih
SmartKent
Am very smart ehnn...
I con get
anti-bullet
Therefore ah fit do anyhow

henhen bullet proob abi. stand up count 20 steps backward bring out my bazooka oya what was that your last statement

Smartkent:

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In a husky voice
'For where...? I don dey the front seat already...'
Thats why you no fit see the pop corn sellers..
Ah don send them away, con import aboki to provide me with KILISHI and SUYA

hen that on sef no bad we fit share am together na bring out my ak47 make you behave oo no noise

so glad I made the front seat where are the pop corn sellers when u need them

awesome

She was lost in her own hell.
Barely holding on.
She thought she knew better than to sleep with the devil.
His lies kissed her lips and she was gone.
His masked disguise left her blind.
Her strength and courage was sucked right out of her.
She was a dead woman walking.
Scared to cry out for help.
Scared to run away.
She held back her tears and carried on each day.
Not knowing how much more she could take.
Not knowing if tomorrow she would awake.
Walking on eggshells.
Plotting every move.
Who could she tell?
Life was what she had to lose.
She was lost in her own hell.
Not some fictional fairytale.
This was real life.
Every day was a new fight.
Fighting for another breath.
Fighting until there was nothing left.
He beat her down with his words.
His tongue was like a double-edged sword.
Her self-confidence.
Her self-love
Her self-control
All of it stripped from her.
She no longer had her identity.
She saw herself through the eyes and the lies of the man she once loved.
Her self identity became his insecurities.
Her pureness in his eyes were now impurities.
Until one day.
She woke up.
Woke up determined to break free.
She had had enough.
No longer blind
She mustered up enough strength to fly.
She was determined to survive.
Her soul revived.
Her heart strived.
She was born again, she had had come back to life.
She made a plan of escape.
Taking every precaution.
She was going to leave no matter the fate.
She was willing to claw her way out if she must.
The day had come.
Last night was the final straw.
He had choked her until she passed out.
She couldn’t take anymore.
Her life in his hands.
She knew his final plan.
She made arrangements early the next morning.
As she started gathering her belongings.
Scared for her life
She was ready to fight.
He was sound asleep
As she started packing her things.
Just as she was about to leave
He opened up his eyes.
He saw all her things and said
“You’re leaving me?”
In an instant flashbacks of past threats flooded her mind.
But she had already decided
Not this time.
Her inner warrior had awoken.
She finally stuck up for herself.
She told him she was leaving and that was that.
He slowly got up.
Her eyes followed his every move.
Her ears in tune with every step.
What was he going to do?
Out of all the things he had threatened.
What was going to be his first move?
He showered and dressed.
Not saying a word.
No sound was made.
No sound was heard.
He grabbed his keys and as he turned to leave.
He turned back around and said
“Good bye Shola”
Goodbye? That’s it? She thought to herself.
As she heard him open and shut the door.
Something must be up.
She phoned her ride and explained that he had left.
A few minutes later she was finally gone.
Out of hell she escaped.
Without nothing, not even a scrape.
The butterfly had found an opening in the window.
And started to fly towards a better tomorrow…..
(To Be Continued…)