Monday morning, office set. I strut majestically to the bus stop. I can sense it, it will be a wonderful week. I am on time unlike my usual self, my heels are super comfortable and my mirror gave me wonderful news this morning. My bumbum looked two times bigger and I was super glad. Now, nothing could bring me down! As I kept walking, I was the center of attraction, people kept looking at my behind and I was glad that I did those squat exercises regularly.
7:32 and I am at work. I walk in effortlessly happy and flip my hair to announce my arrival. Everyone looks at my backside as I walk by and I am elated. Some people laugh, bad belle people, but I am unbothered. As I get ready to settle on my table, Anita drags me to the side.
"Girl, you're stained," she says.
I gasp and do a quick visual recap. People had been looking at me, shaking my nonexistent big backside because it was stained! I quickly run to the ladies room to get a glimpse of the stain.
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Extra embarrassing, I am not stained with blood. The biggest secret of my nutrition routine has been unearthed. I eat Eba for breakfast because it is the only thing that can keep me emotionally compact all morning. All this is evidenced by the big stain of Okra soup splashed across the back of my beige coloured skirt.
I remember struggling with my meat and it catapulting out of my hands onto the skirt I placed on the chair. I remember grumbling at the thought of having to find another skirt but my desire to get to work extra early and showcase my big backside made me forget.
Here I was, with a seemingly smaller bumbum and an Okra painting upon it.
7:32 and I am at work. I walk in effortlessly happy and flip my hair to announce my arrival. Everyone looks at my backside as I walk by and I am elated. Some people laugh, bad belle people, but I am unbothered. As I get ready to settle on my table, Anita drags me to the side.
"Girl, you're stained," she says.
I gasp and do a quick visual recap. People had been looking at me, shaking my nonexistent big backside because it was stained! I quickly run to the ladies room to get a glimpse of the stain.
...
Extra embarrassing, I am not stained with blood. The biggest secret of my nutrition routine has been unearthed. I eat Eba for breakfast because it is the only thing that can keep me emotionally compact all morning. All this is evidenced by the big stain of Okra soup splashed across the back of my beige coloured skirt.
I remember struggling with my meat and it catapulting out of my hands onto the skirt I placed on the chair. I remember grumbling at the thought of having to find another skirt but my desire to get to work extra early and showcase my big backside made me forget.
Here I was, with a seemingly smaller bumbum and an Okra painting upon it.
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