|Resist me. I dare you. It just occurred to me that Nigeria, has increased the efficiency of this look at least a hundred fold. I look like suffering here. Or should I say, I look like suffering with better than average skin.|
Now, I'm not saying that cash is short, because it isn't. It's just that I remember the times when I sat in my house for days without end because I had no money. I'm really pleased that my poor days are over. It's looking like 2014 will be my year of surplus after all. I'm not to pleased with my pastor though. He's the said the same thing of every year since 2001.
Papa Afam doesn't particularly like that I give swimming lessons, but I'm tired of giving him the if you don't help me I'll die look. It's been a little over used lately because Papa Afam took my car, my 2004 Toyota Corolla, My pimp mobil away from me. I need a car like a recovering heroin addict needs methadone. I haven't not had a car since I was 18. It used to be my brother's but I commandeered it. It was a brilliant vehicle. It never broke down anywhere, and even after ten years, it could still do 180 kilometres per hour.
In the event that Papa Afam gives me a new one, I'll tell you, but I won't put pictures of it up. A brand new car doesn't have the same charm as a used decade old Toyota Corolla. One of them is appropriate for a twenty three year old and the other is more than a little bit generous. I haven't got anything else to say, so I'm going to go. Later famzers.