MADAM APROCO'S CORNER.

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             MADAM APROCO'S CORNER.

     (Created by E PLUS The Storyteller)

Una doh!!!.my people, how una dey? Thank God for anoda day! On top everytin wey don happun, we still thank God say him keep us alive. E get wetin I don observe since way dis #ENDSARS start.Hmmmm.. no be small tin o...You know say, as people dey shook mouth put for dis #ENDSARS palava, Papa Asabe just siddon dey look? Hmmm..

For my mind I come dey wonder wetin happun? How man go just siddon dey look when other people dey fight, Na man be dat? Anyway, as I dey wonder, dey ponder, Na so I just hear Mama Asabe con dey shout: 

You go kill me today o! You go kill me! 

Shwoooo! Oghene! The tin con fear me oo! And dat day, I bin dey cook Banga Soup and Starch (because my sister, come from Warri con see me) so, na so the gbege start ooo! Mama Asabe still dey shout:

 You go kill me today o! You go kill me today o!

As a good neighbour, I tell my sister make she kontinu with the Banga Soup, make I go check wetin dey happun, na so I waka go deir house ooo! Wetin I see ehnn!!! My mouth open wide so tay one fly almost enter! Na baba God save me dat day.. If you see how Papa Asabe hold him wife neck! No be small tin ooo! Na so I rush go comot him hand before him go kill the woman. Dat day ehn! no be small tin. Na later, I con find out say, na because Mama Asabe no gree give Papa Asabe food to chop, simply becos she say she don tire to cook dat day, finish o! Na him dis man com dey give her blow for face and neck, if no be say me, Madam Aproco, I sharp well well, him for just kill the woman finish, hmmmmm.. 

Na wa o! So I com observe say, no wonder dis man no join #ENDSARS Campaign, yes! Becos himself na original SARS him be! If not, how you won take describe dis kind man wey no get shikini conscience, he just dey deck the woman blow like say him dey practice boxing 🥊 See ehn! Make I warn all of una wey be SARS for house, we dey watch una oo! We dey watch una! Afterall Oyibo say charity begins at home! Watch yourself ooo! ENDSARS! ENDSARS! E start with you o! 

My name na madam Aproco, I no leave una o! Una fit reach me for 07081536821 if una get any jist or won advertise for my corner. I go dey wait. Until then, make una kaja well well.

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