Mobola Writes

Picture credit: deposit photos When it comes to dealing with village people, you just have to pay obeisance to them if you don't want them to se yeye you infront of aradugbo . Apart from the heartbreak that happened later in the day, yesterday was a lucky day. I was delving into the difficult aspect of my course outline and to some extent, I was scared. I was more than confused when my instructor started drawing lines for pattern. Construction was the only Maths topic I loved in secondary school but this was more complex. To be honest, I hated Maths. The relationship between both of us is toxic. Maths should be abolished in this life because what is all these numbers tori olorun . But God so good, I did mine and it came out well. My joy knew no bound. I was beaming. I did not hesitate to tell anyone who cared to listen that I overcame this pattern by the blood of the lamb (let me be religious a bit). Mobola 1-0 Village people Little did I know that my village people went to prepa

Picture credit: mobile.twitter.com One of the most important aspect of my life people are so interested in is my relationship status. I have gotten so many questions whether I am single, engaged or married. To some extent, the third option is not feasible since it would be so obvious if I'm married. Well, you cannot say though. I may decide to keep it from the public as usual. But who would not want to flaunt her wedding band; even though I may mistakenly flush it down the drain due to my clumsiness. Now, let's get to the main gist... "Love is a beautiful thing..." Scratch that, it is cliche. I am only trying to sound like an helpless romantic. Weeew! It is not easy putting this out. But see ehn, nobody is above breakfast o, ehn ehn . I got involved with this guy two years ago. At first, I did not take notice of him even though he was always in my face almost every day.  Until God opened my eyes... He was all shades of handsome: smooth and beautiful skin, perfect heig