Itsqueen👸

@ziecity Ment

Is this fashion or ment??

What are you having for lunch?

@Betalife09 Yes

As a man, knowing how to cook is a big flex fr.

@mide_io @_Fabianszn lol

how i’m pulling up on my first date with Dj Cuppy 😂

@omoiyaakeem True

hey you .. you must stop thinking that everyone will regret losing you.. unfortunately you are not money ..

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How do you prepare your okra .slice, chop, or blend?

@Jeyhopyy No

Are you rocking this?

@Spicity_gal Yoruba

Which Tribe in your country eat this kind of food?

Will you like your bedroom all white??

Reason why man don't live long 😂💔

Is she a keeper, fellas ?

The night he left, the rain didn’t fall gently, it was as if, it knew something in my life was breaking. I was seven months pregnant, sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand resting on my swollen belly, the other clutching the hem of my dress. He wouldn’t look at me. Not really. His eyes kept drifting to the door, like his body had already gone and only a shadow of him remained. “She needs me,” he said finally. She. His ex. The woman he once swore was his past. “And what about us?” I asked quietly, my voice trembling despite my effort to stay strong. “What about your child?” He hesitated—just for a second—but it was enough. Enough to tell me everything I needed to know.