Player na prostitute!!
Ok my wonderful peeps here goes tale number two…its about a real life story and the guy in question here is called bros Kay. When bros kay said to us he has found a wife and wants to get married we all felt sorry for him. Kay is someone who always got cheated on and never had a long relationship. Why? Me I don’t know, he was always shy to start with and somewhat cheesy with his jokes. Etc never got to hear from the girls tho why they left, literally he always came to me to ask for pick up lines and how to approach a girl and how to dance etc…so I guess u get the picture?
So na so bros kay mention marriage and we were all happy…then we met the girl and we were like rite na this kain girl go chase all the inlaws commot even before the marriage if Kay did something wrong she will come and report immediately etc…she was one of those peeps u would call omo ita translates in English as street girl,,,she was loud and kay was one who looked like he would cower at the sound of her voice,,so the main jist comes where before the marriage Kay happened to be spending more time at a girls place called Miss M…and he would always say they are only friends…
Ill give u a run of the events and u can tell me if it sounds like cheating…
Pre wedding events
Kay is usually given money to spend on his sisters kids on Saturdays to take them to amusement parks etc and guess what he does with the money he goes to pick up Miss m’s kids and takes them along to the amusement park, lest I forget to say Miss m is married but her husband is in America. So in this instance he was acting like daddy taking her kids out etc
The second event was when his sisters boyfriend came to visit…the boyfriend asks for Bros kay and calls Kay ,,,Kay says he is at mile 2…he’d be home in an hour….the sis boyfriend waits for 4 hours calls Kay again and tells Kay don’t worry about coming over ill come and meet you at mile 2. Kay says okay come over, the sis boyfriend goes to meet him at Mile 2 and guess what he is sat at the hair salon with Miss m whilst she gets her hair done. The sis boyfriend had to leave him there as he was obviously busy.
Post wedding events
After the wedding the bride is obviously still harbouring anger regarding this miss m issue ,,,so she says to bros Kay please on ur way out can u please drop me off at the hair dressers as it is along the way….and bros Kay is adamant saying that he cant drop her off …the conversation goes like this
Bros Kay; I cant drop you off
Bride; why it is on ur way she says in a high pitched voice
Bros Kay; I just cant
Bride; is it because u are planning to stop by at Mary’s and u don’t want me to know
Bros kay; yes …wat is ur business if I want to stop by
Bride; ure not going out today if u don’t drop me off
Na so drama start …after much crying and shouting Kay then says to the bride ok ill drop u off but just give me an hour…the bride agreed…only for Kay to return with Miss m in the car seating in the passenger seat..the bride then comes downstairs and walks over to the passenger side….hold it there has got to be a pause here lol if na naija movie this would be a great gen gen moment…u know wen u hear the drum roll etc…
Lets get bk to the story…the bride walks over to the passenger side sees miss m …miss m just looks past her and remains in the seat,,,the bride then walks over to the driver seat and then asks Bros Kay ….please can u tell miss m to move over to the back seat so I can sit down…then bros kay without arguing asks Miss m and she moves over to the back seat and then they head off to their respective destinations….at the moment the bride is tired and says if she knew this is what Bros Kay had to offer she wont have married him…
And im like before una marry u knew about miss m and thot u cud probably change the situation….so in order words u knew the problem before the marriage and didn’t fix it somehow she thot the label of marriage wud transform to a miracle …
This then leads me to a convo I was having earlier “ when a woman sleeps with a lot of men she is called a prostitute but when a man does the same he is given a fancy name he is called a player…” dog na dog …prostitute na prostitute …albeit man or woman…!!
So based on my findings he is cheating under the safe label of “she is a friend” and then comes to rub it in the wifey’s nose…men I for don pour hot water for her body as she balance inside my husbands car mscheww …let me know what u think ,,,is he cheating or not,,,, and is a man a player or prostitute when he sleeps with many women etc
Its ur girl barefeet!
Thursday, 19 August 2010
Tuesday, 17 August 2010
17-08-1966
This is to a woman I never got a chance to know u
Its amazing that I know so much about you from what people have said
But somehow deep in my heart I feel they are all wrong
U had me at a tender age somehow ive followed in ur foot steps and had my baby early
My dad never got to speak about u, but he was a lawyer before he passed on this year
And I ended up studying law without even knowing I was following in his foot steps
Where do all these things lead me to ….it makes me believe u were just like me
Out to please noone but God
U probably worked as hard as I did, and played and laffed real hard …
Ur life was short, pray mine is longer
U had huge ears like I do, and full lips like I do,,,
Mum the only memory I have of u is when I was taken to the cemetery and I was asked to leave flowers, I never had a clue what I was doing then as noone told me u were my mum then, but hey they cant beat my memory and the genes that made me shiver on that sunny day in naija…I just knew I had a connection to the person I was paying my respects to….later on I found out u were the one, and im sad cos I cant remember the address of the cemetery, I just know its in CMS lagos. Was too young to remember but with every step ive taken I always wish I was confident u were with me,, hubby tells me youre smiling down at me, I wish I can believe him , cos I believed my dad wanted to be part of my life so badly until he proved me wrong, so unfortunately I cant vouch for u that u wanted me to be a part of ur life as well. But like they say a mothers love is different, I always felt my dad was a distance away but somehow I can say I don’t feel the same about u…theres some surety and certainty that ure even closer
I utter a plea, and prayer tonite, I pray to God I find you in heaven and we can have a family reunion maybe with dad but im not sure if im really bothered if he’s in heaven and theres me thinking I have forgiven him…I say I have but my previous statement tells me otherwise…oh well,,, I pray before I die that I get to know u better don’t know how but I cant trust the uncertainty on the other side that we might be in the same place, or where we might end up…
One thing I must say tho thanks for bringin me to this world ive not appreciated my life in many ways,,,as ive always thot death was safer and that way no one is commiting sins and gambling to get to heaven …with death its certain where one is goin..its not about ow u live ur life etc…but hey lost too many peeps in my life that has changed my view of life, eat hard pray hard laff hard and love hard..
Mum I love u..even if I never knew u
Miss u badly that I still cry myself to sleep but then I think if u were alive u wont have let me get married that early ,.cos of ur experience u wuda thot its bad for me, but thank God im doing fine..
Wish I got to know u….and cant wait to see u, all my love
Ur baby girl oluwatee(that the closest yall are goin to know about my tru name lol)
Olayide – born 17/08/1966 died – not sure dem no gree tell me ;(
Its amazing that I know so much about you from what people have said
But somehow deep in my heart I feel they are all wrong
U had me at a tender age somehow ive followed in ur foot steps and had my baby early
My dad never got to speak about u, but he was a lawyer before he passed on this year
And I ended up studying law without even knowing I was following in his foot steps
Where do all these things lead me to ….it makes me believe u were just like me
Out to please noone but God
U probably worked as hard as I did, and played and laffed real hard …
Ur life was short, pray mine is longer
U had huge ears like I do, and full lips like I do,,,
Mum the only memory I have of u is when I was taken to the cemetery and I was asked to leave flowers, I never had a clue what I was doing then as noone told me u were my mum then, but hey they cant beat my memory and the genes that made me shiver on that sunny day in naija…I just knew I had a connection to the person I was paying my respects to….later on I found out u were the one, and im sad cos I cant remember the address of the cemetery, I just know its in CMS lagos. Was too young to remember but with every step ive taken I always wish I was confident u were with me,, hubby tells me youre smiling down at me, I wish I can believe him , cos I believed my dad wanted to be part of my life so badly until he proved me wrong, so unfortunately I cant vouch for u that u wanted me to be a part of ur life as well. But like they say a mothers love is different, I always felt my dad was a distance away but somehow I can say I don’t feel the same about u…theres some surety and certainty that ure even closer
I utter a plea, and prayer tonite, I pray to God I find you in heaven and we can have a family reunion maybe with dad but im not sure if im really bothered if he’s in heaven and theres me thinking I have forgiven him…I say I have but my previous statement tells me otherwise…oh well,,, I pray before I die that I get to know u better don’t know how but I cant trust the uncertainty on the other side that we might be in the same place, or where we might end up…
One thing I must say tho thanks for bringin me to this world ive not appreciated my life in many ways,,,as ive always thot death was safer and that way no one is commiting sins and gambling to get to heaven …with death its certain where one is goin..its not about ow u live ur life etc…but hey lost too many peeps in my life that has changed my view of life, eat hard pray hard laff hard and love hard..
Mum I love u..even if I never knew u
Miss u badly that I still cry myself to sleep but then I think if u were alive u wont have let me get married that early ,.cos of ur experience u wuda thot its bad for me, but thank God im doing fine..
Wish I got to know u….and cant wait to see u, all my love
Ur baby girl oluwatee(that the closest yall are goin to know about my tru name lol)
Olayide – born 17/08/1966 died – not sure dem no gree tell me ;(
Monday, 16 August 2010
memo
p.s youll need to read previous posts to understand the jist in this post
My people nawaoo na so una fashi my side…anywhoooo ow yall been doin theres
So much to jist about and when I think of the time and energy it would take to type it out I get tired lol…anywhoo movin on ill give yall some feedback about the happenings in the life of barefeet
As per the husband saga so far so good there has not been any more domestic violence and the last time It happened shall be the first and last time in Jesus name. Regarding my dad men if you guys can remember I called the lady that was apparently my sister and she is still yet to call me back so im thinking whats her excuse she lost my number or she got back from naija and forgot that I called, need your advice bloggers what should I do personally cant be bothered to call her again
Men I get many poems wey dey flow for my head…regarding love, the ups and downs of it…theres so much happening at the moment that I def know im rambling in this post. Ok ill give everythin a header and as the day goes by ill fill u guys in
Mums birthday tomorrow
Promiscuity before and after the wedding (so why bother getting married in the first place)
Sid b and how another womans husband is apparently her long lost soul mate so against all her xtian principles she is willing to tear the marriage apart so she can get her soul mate bk
The sexual diaries of a virgin
Love cant fit into a box talkless of stereotype some love and even marry their brother ex and it works..?!
Uni life and how God won the battle
The kofoworola saga they see xtian but apparently them say he must come baptise inside their water for church…there I was thinking xtianity is all the same now there are subdivisions
So now yall can see there is loads to talk about and if I wrote it here ill be rambling so in order of occurrence my first post will be about tomorrow my mums birthday then after that ill write as I see it fit or may be a vote as to which jist from the above my bloggers want to hear first then ill post them accordingly.
CIAO ur girl barefeet
missed everyone wow its been long
My people nawaoo na so una fashi my side…anywhoooo ow yall been doin theres
So much to jist about and when I think of the time and energy it would take to type it out I get tired lol…anywhoo movin on ill give yall some feedback about the happenings in the life of barefeet
As per the husband saga so far so good there has not been any more domestic violence and the last time It happened shall be the first and last time in Jesus name. Regarding my dad men if you guys can remember I called the lady that was apparently my sister and she is still yet to call me back so im thinking whats her excuse she lost my number or she got back from naija and forgot that I called, need your advice bloggers what should I do personally cant be bothered to call her again
Men I get many poems wey dey flow for my head…regarding love, the ups and downs of it…theres so much happening at the moment that I def know im rambling in this post. Ok ill give everythin a header and as the day goes by ill fill u guys in
Mums birthday tomorrow
Promiscuity before and after the wedding (so why bother getting married in the first place)
Sid b and how another womans husband is apparently her long lost soul mate so against all her xtian principles she is willing to tear the marriage apart so she can get her soul mate bk
The sexual diaries of a virgin
Love cant fit into a box talkless of stereotype some love and even marry their brother ex and it works..?!
Uni life and how God won the battle
The kofoworola saga they see xtian but apparently them say he must come baptise inside their water for church…there I was thinking xtianity is all the same now there are subdivisions
So now yall can see there is loads to talk about and if I wrote it here ill be rambling so in order of occurrence my first post will be about tomorrow my mums birthday then after that ill write as I see it fit or may be a vote as to which jist from the above my bloggers want to hear first then ill post them accordingly.
CIAO ur girl barefeet
missed everyone wow its been long
Wednesday, 30 June 2010
musing
Your grandeur we cannot compare or contest
You evoke majesty in its originality
You surpass my understanding…you revel at my worship
My praise and worship is silent but lord u know my thots even before I speak them
You were
You are
You’re everywhere
In the sunlight
The rainfall
The wind
The gale
The air
The follicles of my being bow at the awesomeness of your majesty
You name alone is worthy of praise
No matter how much I sin and fall short of your grace I know ill never find another like you
You are a precious wonder and im just as good as yonder at the thot that im more than a grain of sand
Like royalty yet so fickle is what I am
You came all the way to die for a grain of sand like me..
When I think of the millions of people in the world, surely a microscope cannot make me distinct in the crowd…
Yet u know all our names
All are engraved in the palm of your hands
My words belittle u oh lord if I spoke since the day of my birth to the day I die…the praises that I utter would never be enough….it will not be enough to say how magnificent u are…..
All the constellation of stars, u know their names…all the children of yours u know their name….yet with my actions I belittle you….
I could never fathom how much u care for me..
I’m not worth it….
If I counted my sins from the day I was born till now, they will be as many as the stars My nature condemns me
My sins surround me
My actions wound me..
Yet u came to saved me..
I will rise…im not worthy but I will rise…above all as I rise help me to see me as u see me…that way I can be whom u want me to be…
ur daughter barefeet
You evoke majesty in its originality
You surpass my understanding…you revel at my worship
My praise and worship is silent but lord u know my thots even before I speak them
You were
You are
You’re everywhere
In the sunlight
The rainfall
The wind
The gale
The air
The follicles of my being bow at the awesomeness of your majesty
You name alone is worthy of praise
No matter how much I sin and fall short of your grace I know ill never find another like you
You are a precious wonder and im just as good as yonder at the thot that im more than a grain of sand
Like royalty yet so fickle is what I am
You came all the way to die for a grain of sand like me..
When I think of the millions of people in the world, surely a microscope cannot make me distinct in the crowd…
Yet u know all our names
All are engraved in the palm of your hands
My words belittle u oh lord if I spoke since the day of my birth to the day I die…the praises that I utter would never be enough….it will not be enough to say how magnificent u are…..
All the constellation of stars, u know their names…all the children of yours u know their name….yet with my actions I belittle you….
I could never fathom how much u care for me..
I’m not worth it….
If I counted my sins from the day I was born till now, they will be as many as the stars My nature condemns me
My sins surround me
My actions wound me..
Yet u came to saved me..
I will rise…im not worthy but I will rise…above all as I rise help me to see me as u see me…that way I can be whom u want me to be…
ur daughter barefeet
Friday, 18 June 2010
POST///
Feeling very lonely lately although I have company
I feel like im walking alone in this journey of love
Although its meant to be a partnership
I feel I have an idea of love that the other partner doesn’t share
And surely when u both see and define love differently
One might seem complacent whilst the other is tryin to adjust
So what u have is one is ok to sit at the bottom of the mountain
Whilst the other tryin to pull the one sittin up the mountain
I feel I should be thankful yet I cant be thankful for something I cant feel
I can only believe it exists, but cant feel it
I believe he loves me…
But I cant see it…
He’s struggling to show it…
Its almost like teachin him to show it…
And when he shows it ..it is because I gave him an idea and hes gone to do it
The question then lies…if he didn’t love me he wont take up the idea…or is he so bored with the relationship that he at a cross road.
Hes my partner yet I feel so bored cos hes never around, the relationship is based around texts, emails, and 3 min calls.
3 min calls as If I were talking to a friend and not a lover.
Almost formal and usual
# how was work
# how u feelin
# ows the baby etc
cant speak to him about it cos he will see it as a criticism that im not satisfied bla bla bla
he’ll say ive always said I cant never please u barefeet, and this convo just goes to prove it.
I have gone as far as asking why are u stil with me,…its almost like ure trudging along with the relationship rather than having fun with it…he says he loves me that’s y he is still here…he says he’s still crazy about me etc..,.
But he just doesn’t show it…either because hes too busy at work to show it…or because he doesn’t know ow to express himself anymore..believe me he used to..as in this guy cried once and told me ow much he loved me deeply now we are at a point that theres no mushy mushy in the relationship. Its all strait talk or crudeness as in crude jokes etc..but im tired of tryin to read btw the lines of that crudeness to know he cares,,.,,,
I feel like im walking alone in this journey of love
Although its meant to be a partnership
I feel I have an idea of love that the other partner doesn’t share
And surely when u both see and define love differently
One might seem complacent whilst the other is tryin to adjust
So what u have is one is ok to sit at the bottom of the mountain
Whilst the other tryin to pull the one sittin up the mountain
I feel I should be thankful yet I cant be thankful for something I cant feel
I can only believe it exists, but cant feel it
I believe he loves me…
But I cant see it…
He’s struggling to show it…
Its almost like teachin him to show it…
And when he shows it ..it is because I gave him an idea and hes gone to do it
The question then lies…if he didn’t love me he wont take up the idea…or is he so bored with the relationship that he at a cross road.
Hes my partner yet I feel so bored cos hes never around, the relationship is based around texts, emails, and 3 min calls.
3 min calls as If I were talking to a friend and not a lover.
Almost formal and usual
# how was work
# how u feelin
# ows the baby etc
cant speak to him about it cos he will see it as a criticism that im not satisfied bla bla bla
he’ll say ive always said I cant never please u barefeet, and this convo just goes to prove it.
I have gone as far as asking why are u stil with me,…its almost like ure trudging along with the relationship rather than having fun with it…he says he loves me that’s y he is still here…he says he’s still crazy about me etc..,.
But he just doesn’t show it…either because hes too busy at work to show it…or because he doesn’t know ow to express himself anymore..believe me he used to..as in this guy cried once and told me ow much he loved me deeply now we are at a point that theres no mushy mushy in the relationship. Its all strait talk or crudeness as in crude jokes etc..but im tired of tryin to read btw the lines of that crudeness to know he cares,,.,,,
PRE
Rite na only blogger I fit tell this jist no one else knows this…. but here goes…
Just the other day I had an argument with the hubby this was the most lil argument that certainly went out of hand….
It all started with I cant even remember clearly…but just a normal argument as to wat we doin for the day and banter lead to banter and then next thing he says that’s ow I have been raised to be confrontational…and that pissed me off on a next level…then he says do I know ow many women out there will be happy to have a man that goes to work 7 days a week and provides for the family…rather than sit home and do nothing and my reply to him was ….GO AND FUCKIN MEET THEM THEN!….my peeps at blogger im not one to swear or curse as per xtian but since e don abuse the way I was raised…I just lost my cool…abuse here and then I abuse am back etc…for the first time I stood up to him and abused his family back…im one never to do that because I think in abusing my man im abusing God I respect him that much and he agrees that I have never abused him like that before.
So moving on…we went quiet and we weren’t talking to each other he was sleepin all day woke up at 5pm cos he was workin all nite…this was a Saturday so I was waiting up for him so we can at least go and do some Saturday shoppin etc…he woke up the argument continued and then 10pm he begins to snore on the sofa and then I lost my cool like shebi u just woke up at 5pm now 10pm ure sleepin again with no attempt to end the argument,..,.he got angry and said what do I want him to do…I said lets at least try and resolve this before u go to bed… im tired of carryin on like this etc,,,
Next thing his hands are on my neck and his choking me on the floor., my voice all muffled I say to him is this wat I deserve for tryin to end an argument …he carries on choking me..after a while he lets go off me …and all hell breaks loose I abuse his mum and father etc…and he just sat there abusing me back…I need a break
I must state we have never had an argument like this before never had domestic violence etc…im not making excuses for him but since then…it has felt like all I hold dear and love has crashed…..don’t have a dad …mums not available….the only thin I can call my own…..has now become a bitter experience…
How do I move on from this …I cant even look him in the face anymore…cos wen I do all I see is the angry face that was choking me….he has apologised umpteen times etc but I just cant get away from it ….he says loves me ….i cant even bring myself to say I love him anymore..doesn’t make sense to me that love can be domestic violence.
Through my actions of tryin to find the love left in me…I do not want to push him away. U know wen a woman goes quiet cos shes hurtin so bad…if it lingers too long the guy will get tired of beggin and if ure not avail to him as a wife there are many hyena’s out there waitin to take ur space and listen to him…
So my people this is what im goin thru I know its ok to feel the way I do, but I cant feel the way I do for too long or else my marriage will crash…but he cant expect too much from me cos im sure im allowed to hurt…but u must agree im not allowed to hurt for too long…im expected to heal for the sake of my baby, my marriage and because I want this to work ……;(
ur girl barefeet!
Just the other day I had an argument with the hubby this was the most lil argument that certainly went out of hand….
It all started with I cant even remember clearly…but just a normal argument as to wat we doin for the day and banter lead to banter and then next thing he says that’s ow I have been raised to be confrontational…and that pissed me off on a next level…then he says do I know ow many women out there will be happy to have a man that goes to work 7 days a week and provides for the family…rather than sit home and do nothing and my reply to him was ….GO AND FUCKIN MEET THEM THEN!….my peeps at blogger im not one to swear or curse as per xtian but since e don abuse the way I was raised…I just lost my cool…abuse here and then I abuse am back etc…for the first time I stood up to him and abused his family back…im one never to do that because I think in abusing my man im abusing God I respect him that much and he agrees that I have never abused him like that before.
So moving on…we went quiet and we weren’t talking to each other he was sleepin all day woke up at 5pm cos he was workin all nite…this was a Saturday so I was waiting up for him so we can at least go and do some Saturday shoppin etc…he woke up the argument continued and then 10pm he begins to snore on the sofa and then I lost my cool like shebi u just woke up at 5pm now 10pm ure sleepin again with no attempt to end the argument,..,.he got angry and said what do I want him to do…I said lets at least try and resolve this before u go to bed… im tired of carryin on like this etc,,,
Next thing his hands are on my neck and his choking me on the floor., my voice all muffled I say to him is this wat I deserve for tryin to end an argument …he carries on choking me..after a while he lets go off me …and all hell breaks loose I abuse his mum and father etc…and he just sat there abusing me back…I need a break
I must state we have never had an argument like this before never had domestic violence etc…im not making excuses for him but since then…it has felt like all I hold dear and love has crashed…..don’t have a dad …mums not available….the only thin I can call my own…..has now become a bitter experience…
How do I move on from this …I cant even look him in the face anymore…cos wen I do all I see is the angry face that was choking me….he has apologised umpteen times etc but I just cant get away from it ….he says loves me ….i cant even bring myself to say I love him anymore..doesn’t make sense to me that love can be domestic violence.
Through my actions of tryin to find the love left in me…I do not want to push him away. U know wen a woman goes quiet cos shes hurtin so bad…if it lingers too long the guy will get tired of beggin and if ure not avail to him as a wife there are many hyena’s out there waitin to take ur space and listen to him…
So my people this is what im goin thru I know its ok to feel the way I do, but I cant feel the way I do for too long or else my marriage will crash…but he cant expect too much from me cos im sure im allowed to hurt…but u must agree im not allowed to hurt for too long…im expected to heal for the sake of my baby, my marriage and because I want this to work ……;(
ur girl barefeet!
Friday, 14 May 2010
my thots beg to b exagerrated!
Amazing ow ur livelihood and ur happiness is centred around d money u make...once d money is not in d pictuure....u lose ur substance...u lose ur character...u loose ur smile...u lose ur personality..u loose ur emotions and u cant love me cos theres no money
Amazing ow even when there was money u were too busy to be lively...u worked so hard that u lost d central reason y u worked...u jus
Worked cos thats all u ever knew...u had a family to deal with...but u were too busy...now theres no work no money ure so vacant u dont know what to do with ur time spent not having money.
Funny ow with the money i thot of u as a man of substance now theres no money...ure changing...more hungry for the money than uve ever been that u damn the consequences of ur xter cos somehow u think wen u get d money again ull fix things....the charade of thots continue...my thots beg to be exaggerated...
Funny ow ur smile is based on the fact that theres money and ure providing...but somehow i come from a planet where we smile watever the weather...cos every moment counts...that way wen theres no money there are good memories anyway....
U work so hard lose ur smile and spirit, and there are no memories to fall back on...all i can remember are the million promises of how much harder you need to work to acheive a break...and then we'll catch up later....later seems like a lifetime...cos even now...when u have a break in disguise--- redundancy---- i dont know who u are...
When u worked u promised me everythin..quality time etc that never happened...
Now ure not working...quality time will never happen
Ull have memories of things u cuda acheived if u were working
Ill have memories of how i hoped quality time will come soon regardless of the money...
My love is priceless
M y love is cheap
My love is simple...give me wat i give u
My love is unending..somehow urs is centred around wat u earn...wen ure not earnin u cnt love me
My love is crying..ur love door is shut until the next pay cheque
My love is infinite...
Ur love is finite..dependent on the figure on ur income
If only ...if only...u cud love me regardless of the highs and lows of life...somehow...im to love you irrespective of ur highs and lows..my highs and lows....?
My thots beg to be exaggerated?....
p.s to everyone waiting on the feedback from my dad's sis..omo im still waitin ooo....she aint calld yet....guess shes not bk from naija!
Its ur girl barefeet!
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