Abfiction Stories

Something just happened right now. After work I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, I needed to get a bus as Asap, my stomach is at war!

So we are going on a long trip today, and Bode is our only hope. How? We all use our last card to pay for the tfare, Bode is the only one with enormous foodstuffs!

Why did it take me a while to tell this story, it’s supposed to be posted immediately after Christmas right? Well, we just got back from the hospital! What Happened? Follow closely

Okay this one is going to be very short and straight to the point, read attentively.

So it’s a perfect evening, harmattan fought a war and won, we are enjoying the spoils of the battle. At least I can sleep inside my house and mind my business in peace

Lagos, the ancient historical king of Traffic Jam. Long before now a thousand cities have fought over that position but Lagos State has held strong… Kudos Lag, it ain’t easy.

So me and my guys, we are on our way to become the upcoming African Batista, undertaker, John Cena, the rock and any other Bros that have muscle.

So it’s already a hectic day at work and I can’t wait for the closing period so I can dust my legs and zoom off.

So today is different, today I can’t help but cry bitterly, painfully, in fact, I think I am done with Nigeria! I am done! I know you are gonna ask what happened because you want to do amebo, anyway I’ll tell you