Mr. Olumide, our neighbor, is involved in some next level shit. Word reaching us is that his dearest wife – five years, childless – went into labour at the same time his sweet side chick did. The small sanity the poor man thought he had has disappeared into thin air.
Wait, e be like say na the same hospital dem rush them go. I dey come. My plantain dey fire.
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