
THE JOURNEY I'm presently on my way to Lagos from the East. I sit between slay Queens. Those ones that speak from the nose and stand like people with polio disease. I would think they were supposed to fly as against using commercial bus options like me. This is an option for the poor and the downtrodden like me. I tried rather nonchalantly to start a conversation with one of the slay queens. The finest of them because her lips were covered with shiny, shiny and her fingers were engraved in silver coatings. She called my bluff and only managed to reply. I smiled. I have seen a lot of women not to know and spot their type easily. The ones like this particular one are the ones who have nothing to offer than a good time in bed. Their phonetics is only used to create sizzling, enchanting impressions which is easily eroded when they try to hold a deep chat. You see immediately the empty insides of the brain. You become disappointed. God was in me. I have decided not to talk...