Kosi

@Emarged Post nut clarity is for when you’re fucking a whore, not when I’m with the love of my life. I’m cuddling afterwards with some great convo.

Retweeting this will do you no harm

“We haven’t lost in camp nou since the birth of Charles Babbage”

We seen the tapes. no she wasn’t

Omah lay is a very potent drug dealer.. This album hits harder than crack😮‍💨. Literally no skips.🔥🔥

@starry_ann01 @Veryweirdgirl_ Lol.. yeah. This is not what I replied to. No vex.

@cheddarhboy @Veryweirdgirl_ Did you lose your way?

Most of the time, I don't like talking nd I easily get irritated by things.

@RollingGambling @ChioMA__JessicA I’m not lying😅🤧😪

@cheddarhboy @ChioMA__JessicA come on bro😭😭😭

STOP POCKETING LIGHTERS THAT AREN'T YOURS.

@xandresvoid Especially when my life depends on it. I will run with a broken leg I don’t care.

🥀Me I sha know that if my entire superpower was speed, you’re not catching me for shit

Women recreate everything except peace and common sense.

Horny

@UpToTASK A system based on strength doesn’t discriminate. That’s for weak animals.

I’ve seen more black Viltrumites than black Kryptonians. Viltrumites even conquered racism.

@Eva_Sommie @Veryweirdgirl_ Selfishness

What’s your greatest turnoff in a partner?

@earthto_v 😅😅😅. Drugs will always be better than alcohol. Coming from a pharmacist btw. Duration of actio alone sets it apart

@cheddarhboy i don’t do drugs o gfb

feeling: drunk and flirty

Don't do this, actually

My father never came to a single thing I invited him to. Not my primary school graduation. Not my secondary school prize giving where I collected 3 awards and kept looking at the gate. Not my university matriculation. Not the ceremony when I got called to bar in 2012. I'd send him the date weeks in advance and he'd say I'll try and that was always the full sentence. I'll try. No follow up. No explanation after. My mother would sit in his place and clap loud enough for 2 people. I stopped inviting him after the bar call. Not from anger. Some people love you completely and still cannot show up and after a while you stop making them feel guilty about it. He was not a bad man. I want to be clear about that. He was a mechanic in Mushin for 35 years. Worked 6 days a week. Sent every one of us to school. Never raised his hand. Never left. The lights stayed on and the rent was paid and there was always food and he did all of it quietly without asking to be celebrated. He just could not sit in a plastic chair and watch something. I accepted that and moved on. Last year I bought my first property. A flat in Ojodu. Took 9 years of saving and 2 years of paperwork and a lawyer who nearly finished me. When the keys finally came I sat in the empty flat on the floor for an hour just breathing. I called my mother first. She screamed. My sister cried. I didn't call my father. 3 days later he called me. Said he heard about the flat from my mother. Said he wanted to come and see it. I didn't know what to do with that so I just said okay. Gave him the address. Figured he'd say I'll try and we'd never speak of it again. He showed up on Saturday at 9am. Stood at the door in his good agbada. The one he only wears for serious things. Holding a small nylon bag. I let him in and he walked through every room without speaking. Not quickly. Slowly. Like he was counting something. He checked the pipes under the kitchen sink. Knocked on the walls. Opened and closed the windows twice each. Looked at the ceiling in every room the way only a man who has fixed things his whole life looks at ceilings. Then he came and stood in the sitting room and looked at me. Said the pipework is good. Said the windows seal properly. Said whoever built this knew what they were doing. I nodded. Long silence. Then he opened the nylon bag. Inside was a small framed photo. Me at maybe 7 years old sitting on the bonnet of an old car in his workshop. Grinning. Both legs swinging. He's standing beside me with his hand on my shoulder looking at something outside the frame. I remember that day. I had gone to the workshop after school and he let me sit there while he worked and gave me a Fanta and put a Michael Jackson cassette on the small radio. I didn't know anyone had taken a photo. He said he kept it on his workshop table for 22 years. Said he wanted me to have something for the new place. I held that frame and stood very still. He said he knew he missed things. Said he was not good at the sitting and watching. That crowds made something in him go wrong in a way he never knew how to explain. Then he said the flat was good and he was proud and he asked if there was anything in the kitchen because he hadn't eaten. I laughed. Made him eggs and bread while he sat at my kitchen table in his good agbada like he owned the place. We ate and he told me about a car he was working on. I told him about a case that was giving me trouble. Normal conversation. The kind we should have been having for years. He left at 1pm. At the door he gripped my shoulder the same way he did in that photo. Didn't say anything. Didn't need to. The photo is on my sitting room wall now. First thing I hung in the whole flat. Some fathers cannot sit in the plastic chair. But mine drove to Ojodu in his good agbada on a Saturday morning with a 22 year old photograph in a nylon bag. That was his standing ovation. I just didn't know to look for it in that shape.

The biggest fear for my brothers and I is financial insecurity. Goodluck to others though.

@earthto_v Don’t apologize babygirl, we all do what we must. Thank God, you’re better now.

@cheddarhboy i been dey depressed xri

there was a point in my life where i was drinking everyday lol. (i miss it and im gonna go drink rn)

@Promiseishim Na who stand still, you go kill nau. Make 20 viltrumites rush you and that gun.. You’re a Gonner🤣

Why can't they just take this guy to their viltrumite empire and use his beam to destroy everything?