Let's rewind and start from the beginning. My friend from LA who relocated back home from nigeria picked me up from the airport. It was so much fun to see her and enjoy her new place. Although i'm sad that she's not coming back to the US at least she is living somewhere that makes her happy. While she was at work I visited my dad in Festac at the family home. Next we visited my personal matchmaker who is introducing me to guys to help me get married. She hasn't been successful yet so she is still trying. Then I went to Oshodi.
Oshodi is a very crazy place. It's like a bazaar on drugs. In the midst of this are hundreds of buses. These buses and their destinations are not labeled. Instead there is a conduc
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