AWOOF DEY RUN BELLE: The Story of a Lasgidi Babe and Her Oshofree Wig
I have this not so hilarious story that I would like you to read. It has been a while since I last posted something on here. I apologise. I have just been so swamped with work. It happened on a Wednesday. I left the office with my office bestie, Mariam and together we strolled to the GTBank ATM close to the office after close of business. We had intentions of getting something nice for ourselves. Mariam wanted to buy a new handbag while I had been craving a new wig so bad. We always boarded the same bus because I stayed at Iyana-Ipaja at the time, while she lives in Abule-Egba. So, after withdrawing our shopping fee from the ATM, we boarded a bus going to Oshodi. When we got to Oshodi, I pleaded with Mariam to please allow us use the pedestrian bridge—she preferred to cross the road. Lo and behold, as soon as we got up the bridge, there to my excitement, was this woman who displayed her goods of wigs in their varying lengths, types and colours. I was excited but Mariam was s