@AHateg7702@neonlights256 Not just steal but she always wants any fine male lead paired with her. Trust me if her fans didn't know she was interested in cagatay, they won't be this unhappy and toxic.
@neonlights256 It's actually so surprising. That girl has only been in 2 relationships but they've been slut shaming her. Now the other one has practically dated half of Turkish actors but she's been celebrated. It's ironic how they think Tay will ever go for a woman like that.
Bayo humiliate a waiter at a lounge in Lekki and felt my childhood curdle in my chest.
The waiter, a young man with tired eyes and a name tag that read Samson, had brought the wrong drink. A simple mistake. Bayo sent it back with a wave of his hand like shooing a fly. Then he said it. This is why you people should know your place. Illiterate.
I set my glass down. Rotimi, sitting beside me, stopped mid-laugh. Kemi looked at the table.
Bayo grew up in Bariga. I know because I grew up there with him. We shared a room with 4 other boys. We ate garri with cold water and called it dinner. His mother sold pure water at Oshodi and died owing her cooperative. Bayo cried at her burial, his agbada borrowed, his shoes 2 sizes too big.
Now he owns a fintech startup. Drives a Mercedes GLE. Wears Italian loafers and speaks with an accent he acquired in 18 months at a London business school. The waiter walked away, his shoulders curled inward like a beaten dog.
I said, Bayo, your mother sold pure water.
The table went silent. Rotimi's eyes widened. Kemi touched my arm under the table.
Bayo stared at me. His jaw tightened. Then he laughed. A short, ugly sound. That was different. She worked. She had dignity. These ones just want handouts.
She sold water at Oshodi for ₦10 per sachet, I said. That waiter earns ₦40,000 a month. Tell me the difference.
He did not answer. He called for the bill, paid it without looking at the total, and left. Rotimi followed him. Kemi stayed.
She said, He wasn't always like this.
I said, He was never like this. That is the problem. Some people escape poverty and spend the rest of their lives punishing everyone who reminds them of where they started.
I left a tip for Samson. Not because I am noble. Because I remember Bariga. And I remember that the only difference between Bayo and that waiter is a few turns of luck and a friend who should have spoken sooner.