Schrödinger’s flirting…I’m not flirting with you unless you want me to be. And if you don’t, then obviously I was joking the entire time. The intentions exist in a quantum state you’ll never fully decode.
I never knew that simply being the quiet coworker who comes to work, does their job, minds their business, and avoids gossip could bother people so much.
A lady was telling her friend that she’d be fine if she had only two girls because she wanted just two kids. She didn’t want to spend her life birthing kids with the hopes of getting a boy and end up with 7 kids like her mother did.
The friend replied that boys preserve the family’s lineage and she won’t be respected in the family if she had only female kids .
The lady told her that her brothers were bearing her father’s first name , so her grandfather’s legacy was as good as dead . Her brother can decide to give his kids his first name too . Then she asked her to name her great, great, grand father and her friend couldn’t.
She then asked her what legacy would they be preserving if the descendants can’t name the dead elders from the father’s side especially if the elders did nothing worthy of remembrance?
I hollered!!
That not taking a lot of water when outside is so on point.
The only way I’ll public toilet is if it’s unbearable, so it’s best for me to avoid it honestly.
I’m sorry, but the aura in a Yaba-to-Obalende danfo every morning can simply not go unnoticed‼️
Picture this: All around me, men and women in their 20s (maybe early 30s) on their way to their 9–5s. The air? Thick with a cocktail of designer fragrances and ambition 🥹🥹
The ladies sit poised, bone-straight wigs flowing or braids neatly packed, corporate fits hugging them just right. Their manicured fingers tapping away on phone screens, nails glistening in the sunlight that peeks through the danfo windows.
The guys? Dressed in crisply tailored shirts, shoes polished to a mirror finish, hair freshly brushed, office bags tucked between legs, wrists adorned with watches that whisper ‘not cheap’. They sit in near silence, eyes distant, already half-immersed in the day ahead.
If someone told you this was a staff bus, you wouldn’t argue. The only thing missing is a company logo on the side and that everyone is headed to different offices. Similar hustles.
I'm sitting in one right now, and the aura oozing from every corner? Impeccable.
This cannot be a danfo. A real danfo has someone yelling over a bag of smelly fish. Someone else holding a basket of pepper. Sweat and chaos mixing in a cloud of air that stinks.
But this? This I’m in? it is at worst, The Danfs 🥹