Wherever this guy got my number from and addresses me by my full nameπ€£π€£π€£π€£
You think say I dey desperate to make money, baba no be soπππ
No be today I don dey hear of millions o, so the only time I go believe anything from you is when you send that 20million to my account.
Anything other than that bros, I be pure Igbo blood o, I no dey joke with my one naira.π
The hard truth is that some people will learn the lesson your absence teaches and still not change. They'll miss you genuinely, mourn the loss loudly, and repeat the exact same pattern with the next person.
@Nugarachi_007 It's necessary.
An experience I had changed my mindset towards late replies.
I chatted with a friend who I didn't know he's hospitalized, I got angry and deleted the chat.
Met the wife two days later, she told me that he passed on a day after.
Don't be too quick to conclude.
Story Time:
The clatter of silverware and the low hum of evening chatter filled Bella Vista, a cozy Italian spot tucked into a quiet corner of the city. At table seven by the window, Marcus sat alone, nursing a glass of Chianti and checking his watch for the third time. His blind date was twenty minutes late.
Then she walked inβElena, with her wild curls and a nervous smile that lit up the room. βSorry, traffic was murder,β she said, sliding into the seat across from him. Their conversation flowed easily, from bad first jobs to favorite pasta sauces, until the waiter arrived with their orders: steaming plates of tagliatelle Bolognese for him, risotto for her.....