Hustle chronicles: Najwa the hookup babe.

I thought it was batik.

Hello, my wonderful newsletter audience. Today, I am here to beg you guys. Yes, to beg. Let me tell you, things dey occur in this world. A lot.

You guys know I owe a lot of people money and I've been trying my best to fix that. That's why I decided to go back to hookup, one last time.

I called Bisi, and I told her about my ori esin, but she said it's okay, that she'll find someone for me. And you know your girl, sharp sharp, I went to collect loan again-afterall, I'll soon be rich-and I bought one fine lace pant. They're not readyyy.

I know you might be judging me because I'm married to Ibrahim, but what is love without money? I'm a soft girl and I deserve baby girl treatment.

As I was saying, I bought pant and bra, did makeup and got ready. When Bisi saw me, she first did her eyes somehow because of my ori esin, but that's just by the way. I'll soon be rich.

When we got to the place, I saw black walls and skull paintings. Shebi kanipe I have sense, I'll run away? But that's me, I don't have any sense. I foolish die.

Bisi: Why are you doing your face like that? Can't you smile?

Me:

Bisi: I didn't say you should do like hyena.

Me: Please don't be angry.

We sha got to the room of my client, and Bisi told me not to worry, that the man is very gentle. But when I entered, I first saw koboko.

Ahnahn? Are they bringing cow here?

One uncle sha came out and I quickly smiled.

Uncle: That won't be necessary.

They sha told me to sit somewhere, and they gave me Freshyo. I was enjoying myself until uncle called someone on his phone.

Uncle: What's up? These whips aren't strong enough.

I was already thinking the cows they're bringing must be plenty o.

Uncle: What about the wax?

Me: Uncle, sorry. But what do you want to with wax?

Uncle: I'm going to use it on your body, baby.

Me: As in batik?

That was when I knew something was wrong. My dear newsletter audience, a sensible person would stand up and run abi? Not me o. I stayed😭

To cut the long story short, I am writing this newsletter to you from hospital. Mommy Ibrahim is sitting next to me, and I've want to die.

What I'm begging for is money to pay my loan before the come and carry me, I'll be responsible after this. Promise. I know you all love me and you will understand me.

I'll be expecting you. Tenks.

Bye kizzes luv u.