“I wish I met you before my wife.” His voice kept echoing in my head. My poor empty coconut head.
Kai, I truly deserve it.{Two days ago}  I went to my best friend’s traditional wedding. As part of the Asoebi, I had to be there and help with the preparation.
  There were lots of people, it was hard to differentiate between friends and family. But who cares, I had other plans on my mind.
  While packing my bag before coming, I put my bum short that has tears in between and  my sleeveless top. I am going to search for my husband.  It was 10 pm and I had finished helping out in the kitchen, I quickly took my bath and applied my Mom’s cream which I stole from her room. She can not be the only one looking fresh.
   I wore my top and bum shorts. Perfect fit. I grabbed someone else perfume and sprayed it fuuuuu fuuu fuuu fuuuuuuu. I will buy another one for her when I marry.  I went outside and the crowd was much, it was looking like 7 pm traffic in Lagos. At least I can find Five husband material here.  I entered full gear, with my waist forcing itself to check and me adjusting my top from falling out, I walked past a tree when someone called me.  “Pretty damsel, you look takeaway.”
I didn’t need someone to tell me it was a wealthy Igbo man. I have crammed all the voices.
   Fast forward to the main thing, I managed to make him fall for me. He even transferred $1000 to my account after we did some dirty stuff.Continue reading.