Content creator
Model
Actress
Social media influencer
Air hostess
Private Chef
Nurse
Nail and Lash tech
Real Estate and Bank Marketers
Church girl
If they like let them be Mother Theresa in character, their father Dangote and their vagina sealed with concrete, I no dy marry.
She posted a video of herself twerking on her WhatsApp status. I told her to delete it that I’m not cool with it, and she was like, “Why? It’s nothing.” 😭
I asked her, “Then why post it? What are you trying to prove, and what reaction are you expecting from your CL?”
She said she posted it for fun because she enjoyed it and it made her feel good. I told her straight up that I’m not comfortable seeing my babe twerking on her status or anywhere online.
Madam then said she’d simply exclude me from seeing her status whenever she wants to post things like that. 😂
I told her not to worry, I’ll just take my leave so she can do whatever she wants.
I left. Few days later, she came back begging and giving me all sorts of mumu excuses. But nah, I was already done.
“It’s not about feminism anymore; the internet just wants to h8te me” — Nigerian feminist Obidi, who recently welcomed a baby boy, fires back at critics and some of her followers who felt let down by her decision to become a mum.
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