So yesterday, Kani called me promiscuous. Hehehehe
Dear wife, why dig for treasures in a smelly grave I deliberately covered? Why drag me to your own slaughter when you know how good I am with knives?
You wanna talk promiscuity? Let's talk promiscuity.
My model wife. You promised our marriage would be a model for others to copy from. But you never told me your body will be a runway for everyone to ride on.
Let's talk about the photographer that was supposed to shoot you shots but ended up shooting shots.
Let's talk about the Manager that manages everything in you.
Or the makeup artist that didn't need to ask for measurements before he could buy you that perfect bra for the near naked shoot I guess your photographer took with eyes closed.
Let's talk about the endorsements that were stamped on your body and sealed on paper.
When Mad girl Mendy dragged you on the streets of Instagram, begging you to allow her man, your Manager come home to her, I defended you.
I defended you. Not because I trusted you, but to save your surname from shame - yeah that's my name.
Dear Marriage counselor, permit me to ask you a question. But before that, I guess you have a good marriage - because many of you don't.
Who is the mother to your kids, you or your maid.
Oh, we've been here since morning and it's almost 7. I guess your kids may be getting set to go to bed already. There's no point answering, career and motherhood are two parallel lines that never meet.
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