*********chaiiii, na me me “exploitation and usability mugu?”. Chaiiiii, this girl must suffer today. I woke her up, looked into her eyes and said it boldly for the first time. Bimpe, “I want to have sex”
BIMPE: baby, I am weak, and beside, I’m
not an intimacy gadget that you can just pick and play with.
ME: I’m sorry dear, I just have the urge rite
now please.
BIMPE: I just don’t have the urge this
morning. Just go out and get me money to
go to PHC today please.
ME: so u are refusing me?
BIMPE: yes, maybe when you give me the
money you promised, we can then have a good sex
ME: then I am not in the mood to go out
also…How will I need love making from my
girl and she will refuse it…And I will try to please her whenever she needs anything.
BIMPE: ****frowned face*****, so its
because of the money you want To give
me that is making you to wake me up for sex?. Do you think I’m a prostitute?, do u think I can’t survive without your money?”
********bimpe started ranting*********
She stood up, arranged her bag, wore her sandals and left the house.
****i remain inside without any motive to look for her. I said to myself, “atleast, I have had a Bleep of the value of my money.
I picked my phone to update segun about the latest happenings. He hailed me on whatsapp saying “mr
maga don dey get sense be that. Now it was around 5:10am, I was still on my bed, doing meditation on how the day would look like, then I saw my door opened, and behold, I saw bimpe. Back into the room with her bags*****
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