01/10/2025
So it happened yesterday evening that I went out with my ' Dear Treasure' to a small, convenient and seren corner to do "one for the road." For it's been half a year and counting since we last went out on such a date.
When we had taken our seat, I signalled the waitress. The young lady seems she's not happy doing her job. You need to see how tight and cr@ck her face is. Like a dry harmattan strong cow π dvng. I looked at my wife, she's noticed and beamed me a freaky smile π₯΄.
Me: do I look like I care. Biko je weterem ihe m n'eri.
I told her to bring us some bottles of Desperado.
We giggled, romanced and emptied our marriage memory lane over the bottles and some plates of meat. Yes, the type of gworigwotos you envisage.ππ
After I had taken some taatii bottles (in Maazi Ogbonnaya Okoro II's voice), I started carbashing, enchanting, prophesying and ranting all sorts of incantations like a young lad that just found love. That kinda love π π.
There's nothing I didn't tell this woman.
I started telling her wetin make me love am.
I told her I started loving her because she sabi cook.
I told her I'd love her forever because she's sabi book.
I reminded her I wouldn't have come to love her if not that she's a professional teacher.
I took her mind back to when I started loving her because of how industrious she was and still.
I had to make her remember my love language to her, "she cares like a mother does."
I didn't forget to mention it to her that she stole my mind when I got to know that she's into a full-time pioneer in Jehovah's organization.
What more?
I took my sh0t.
Now I can't stop loving her.
Why?
Because there are more other reasons why I can't stop.
I told her it feels good waking up by her side every morning.
There's another thing I told her while I was tipsy but I am not gonna say it to youππ€ͺππππ. Ashiri gbakaa Ute. Gatata!
I hope she doesn't come across this confessionπ