Tolerating always turns to resentment. At first, you call it patience, then love. But what it really is, is self abandonment. Every time you swallow a boundary, excuse a pattern or silence your discomfort, something inside you keeps score. Eventually, the bill comes due.
I don understand bricklayers now ๐ญ๐
As I don chop bread and Pepsi finish, na to dey find heavy thing for house to carry remain. ๐ฉ๐
Omo, na so person go take turn bricklayer because of hunger? ๐ญ๐๐คฃ