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It's her dairy shey? So Funmi shares her experience today. ...So she wakes to a bright but not sunny day. Traffic in the house seemed pretty low as everyone else had taken to his or her duties and activities. Oops! Did I miss the juicy part? Aii, she had been awake since 3:39am savouring a shocking but revealingly sweet dream (you imagine what it could be about now). Suddenly she realises the day has began and jumps out of bed after morning devotion. Weekend chores began - laundry, cleaning and all. She's so occupied she barely has a minute to take his calls. She misses his calls a thousand and one times (and he's mad I guess). The problem now is that he isn't taking her calls, neither is he sending messages as he is fond of. Fum, as I fondly call her, is worried stiff and trust me has no idea what he is thinking. Honestly, ...think I need to lend a shoulder (don't know why she is so down cast joor). For real, am off before I began answering questions I shouldn't, aii? Sssshh...Keep u posted ok?

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  1. UnknownSeptember 3, 2012 at 1:54 PM

    Waiting for the concluding part of her confusion....eeh! Good gist....May be you write a book on her....

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