TWENTY-TWO
HALF DEAD
01/01/2022
New Year's Day
10:43 pm
Dear Diary
I'm back home now and it's beginning to rain...
I know Bebi, Amebo of Africa—you're expecting gist about what went down with drunk Elvis in the car abi? I know! Olofofo oshi.
Anyway...even I am just trying to process everything that went down in the car because sis! E CHOKE! Cos I mean, where do I even start from?
The fact that he almost had us killed in the new year?
You see, when he asked me to step into the car that he was going to drive I paused.
"You said what sir?" I sneered at him; me that I was still pissed about my phone—I still am sha but not so much and I'll tell you why, but my mum is knocking on my door at the moment; let me see if I can act dead maybe she'll leave because me?, I'm not ready to talk too much right now.
Be right back
Half dead Shaniqua
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Diary of the Crazy Shaniqua Bello
HumorShaniqua Bello is a 24 year old graduate navigating through life in the busy city of Lagos and THIS is her diary.
