THE BEAUTY STIKEN CABRONS

 I  wonder who picks who? Did the books we read choose us? Or did we choose the books we read because of who we already are?

The year is 2020. Covid is showing Ochi and I dust. We are vibing about how rich we will be in future. Hope is a good thing for sure, probably the best thing.

5 minutes into the conversation,a knock sounds on our neighbor's door. There is no privacy in Eastlands. We live like siblings in this apartment. Our neighbor's ex has come for 'her clothes' and in her words, "I'm not leaving, it's curfew time, and it's too late to get home."

'Who knew evil girls have the prettiest face?'

 I peeped through the window and saw him pushing this beautiful chick. Not gender-based violence in my presence. I was forced to mind their business.

She wanted him to produce the clothes she had left but couldn't see anymore. I asked to help her look so she could leave but she wanted no help from anyone, leave alone a neighbor.

She wanted him to produce the alleged clothes or buy her new ones on the spot. It was dusk. When he told her to leave, she soft-launched a scream again and grabbed a knife. "stab me Tito, stab me"

I started wondering what I had gotten myself into. Talking her down was an extreme sport but at last, she tossed the knife under the couch and relaxed her full-blown expletive mode.

I told Tito to go out for a smoking break as I talked to this chick.Tito's mamaa breaks down and laments how she found Tito cheating in several occasions.

"He said I'm not his girlfriend even if I say I am. I've even found undies on the couch and he claims the wind blew them in." we were on the 5th-floor bro.

The tribulations continued to how at some point she summed him to the chief so he could decide who his girlfriend was between the two chiles. She even stalked Tito to know who the other babes were.

I was convincing her to leave but she heard none of it because ' her clothes' were in Titos crib. At this point, Tito offered to give her money to buy new clothes but suddenly she wanted him to narrate how her clothes went missing.

they start tussling again and I had to separate them before I worrying about how the knife appeared for the second time.

I tell Ochi to call security but they refuse because she has allegedly done this a couple of times, each time with different excuses.

It's curfew time, so I toss the knife in the kitchen and leave.This girl insists that she can't leave even if she wanted because it's now past curfew. Tito volunteers to drive her home and even pay any bribes if there's a need. the chick counterattacks him and says "that doesn't feel safe"

"I'm done fellas," I tell them after hours of mediation and pulling them apart.

Guess who I bump into the next afternoon heading upstairs in a dinner dress with shopping in her hands? A few minutes later, I hear her saying 'ooh my god' and this is not a church because you don't need saving from those summons.

The nerve! The cheek! The audacity! The gumption and the witch of this bitch!

Now that the good Lord delivered me from the shackles of being down bad, down taboo, and down deplorable, you can do anything through Christ who strengthens you but don't seek advice about your relationship from me.