When My Bestie Gets Married

Bestie comman read ooo

So on my bestie wedding day, when the pastor will ask, “is there anybody that object to this wedding?” I will now foolishly raise up my hand…you wee na be looking at me like, WTF? Me self I wee nuh answer you. Pastor wee na tell me to come forward. I wee na be making yanga to the altar. He will now ask me why I object, he will now gimme mic. I wee now collect it, I wee na say, “when will this church own finish na? de no wan do reception again? I wan chop rice oo!!! U wee na pull your koko shoe and use it to pursue me around d church, me self I wee na run and go and hide in pastor back.

Then when we na go for the reception. I wee eat and eat and eat, then I wee na help you n pick ya money. Wait oo you think I wee give you? Sorry for you. Everything will enter my purse.

I wee na go and meet ya husband and tell him that you like bobo and sweet sweet things well well. I wee now tell him that you like doggy well well too. If u know u know.

Aff tell you my own sha. On your wedding night, by 9:30pm precisely, I wee now call you, “how many rounds na?” You wee now say am foolish. I wee now say u don’t have sense. We will now be cursing each other.

No worry oo
Just get married and see what I can do. Father lord I can’t wait for my bestie to marry ooo.

Mention ya bestie to comman read as well!!!

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