The Billionaire Hired A Poor Market Girl As His Fake Fiancée- But Then Something Unexpected Happened

The Billionaire Hired A Poor Market Girl As His Fake Fiancée- But Then Something Unexpected Happened

What in the name of God are you doing, Maria?  Oga, Oga, I saw one small scratch near the table corner. So, I I use small bleach make it shine well well.  Bleach? You used the stinking 500 naira South American rosewood that costs 1,500 US dollars a square meter?  I beg, Oga, forgive me. The floor is very clean now, see? No more scratch.

 YOU JUST SCRUBBED OFF THE PROTECTIVE COATING, YOU ILLITERATE. This is the estate of Gerard, not your zinc-roofed face-me-I-face-you compound in the trenches. I pay three times the market rate to buy perfection. But, this your poverty mentality is a virus that cannot be washed away.  Please, my children are waiting for school.

Please, I need this job.  Severance pay. Pack it and get out of my sight before I have a state security drag you and your rubbish bucket into the lagoon. You are the fifth ONE THIS MONTH. GET OUT!  THAT MAKES THE FIFTH dismissal this month, Oga. If we continue like this, I fear  I don’t care, Samuel. Is it impossible to find someone with functional brain cells in this Lagos? Find a replacement immediately.

Right away, sir.  I am listening, Mother.  Gerard, you must listen to me. Your shouting is shaking the ground all the way here in Abuja, Gerard. Do not tell me you have chased away another maid.  They are incompetent, Mother. They destroy my property with their sheer ignorance and carelessness. I will not tolerate  Shut your mouth.

You are turning into a complete eccentric in that your glass cage. Property? If not for your late grandfather’s brain and my political connections, where would you get the money you are throwing around?  Did you call me this early in the morning just to give me a lecture on class and privilege?  No. I called to give you an ultimatum.

I am giving you exactly 1 month.  1 month for what?  To bring a proper, well-bred daughter-in-law home to me. A woman with human blood in her veins, not that plastic mannequin stuffed with designer bags you parade around called Zainab. If the month ends and I don’t see a wedding invitation, I will use my power as board chairman to transfer 40% of your core shares to YOUR COUSIN, OBINNA.

 MOTHER! YOU CANNOT DO THAT. THAT company is my sweat and blood.  I can and I will. Zainab or any of those little gold-digging dolls chasing your black card will never step foot into this family.  Uh-huh.  Daddy, guess what I brought you today? Hot egusi soup. The whole hospital can smell how good it is.

 You spent money on me again. Daughter, I told you this little cough is nothing. In a couple of days, I’ll check out and go help you sell tomatoes.  Yes. Uncle Ojo, the potato vendor next door has been asking about you the whole time.  Everything. Everything. This useless old body of mine. If I hadn’t fallen sick, if our family hadn’t been driven to the edge of ruin, my daughter wouldn’t have to work herself to the bone and endure so much humiliation out there.

That 500,000 naira debt. 500,000 naira, my child. That’s such a massive amount. A lifetime’s worth of sweat and tears for a working man.  You just focus on getting better and listen to the doctor. Leave the rest to me. Stop overthinking nonsense. It’s bad for your heart. I have to head to Balogun Market now to catch the afternoon tomato shift.

 Adaura.  Come inside. Come and buy, my people. Adaura’s tomatoes are juicier than your first kiss and sweeter than a Lagos man’s promise. Buy five, get one free.  Why is this so expensive? 5,000 naira a kilo and the skin is this thin? Ah, oga. You clearly do not know good tomato when you see it.

 If you are not buying, carry your stomach and shift so serious buyers can see road.  Too bitter. Bitter exactly like your destiny Adora.  Are you this jobless this early morning to be dragging your bad luck to my store?  Where is my protection money you small rat? Your papa is in the hospital waiting to die.

 And what are you still keeping this useless stall for? Pay up or I will turn this your shop to dust.  Let us do some mathematics by me daily. The tomato you just ate, 500 naira. The one you smashed, 500 naira.  Who who who who are you threatening?  If you touch this store one more time, I will squeeze your wallet dry, mash up your savings, and make you sweep this entire market.

Speak. Do you want to be served hot or stir-fried?  I don’t WANT ANY. YOU ARE A MAD WOMAN. GIVE ME BACK MY SHOE. REMEMBER MY FACE. I AM COMING BACK NEXT WEEK. AND I AM BRINGING MY MOTHER to settle this.  300 naira a month? What nonsense is this? Are they looking for a housekeeper or a modern-day slave? 300 naira cannot buy two of my squash tomatoes.

Three 300,000 naira chineke me 300,000 naira. Uncle Ojo, watch my stall. I am going to change my destiny. If that idiot Bamidele comes back, tell him I will pay his debt with interest.  Chai. Oga, this house big, oh. So, you alone are staying inside this whole empire. You don’t fear ghosts to carry you in the night?  I am not paying you to critique my architecture. Stand right there.

Name?  My name is Adaora. Adaora Ankelem Dilim. Just call me Adaora. In my village, they say my name means daughter of the people. Very sweet and friendly name, right?  Qualifications, experience managing luxury high society estates.  Which qualification again, oga? Paper cannot sweep floor.

 But experience, I have full cargo. Back in the village, I cleaned a whole pigsty with 10 massive pigs in 10 minutes. The floor was shine, the pigs were afraid to lie down. Cleaning this your big house is small work for me, like killing a mosquito.  A pigsty? Are you seriously comparing my multi-million dollar estate to a pigsty?  Abi, isn’t it a place where living creatures sleep? The only difference is this one has cold air conditioner.

 I need someone who can operate robotic vacuums, sort genuine leather, and fold Egyptian cotton towels to five-star hotel standards. Not a pig farmer. You are  You are  I understand your concerns regarding the timeline. Let me double-check the numbers with my team. We must ensure all contract equally aligned.

 Send me the updated draft by tonight.  Shai. Look at rich people, oh. Big, expensive TV. But they leave dirt on the screen. Let Adara show this Oga what real work looks like.  Wait, Smith. Let me double-check those financial figures. WHAT IN GOD’S NAME ARE YOU DOING TO MY $10,000 TV?  UH-UH. OGA.

 Why are you jumping up like nail enter your backside? I saw dust on the TV. So, I decided to clean it for you. This wet wipe is original quality from Balogun Market. Pure strawberry scent. Put your nose and smell it.  Strawberry? The alcohol and harsh chemicals in that cheap trash will permanently strip the optical coating of the glass. You illiterate.

 Are you insane or completely brainless?  Look here, Oga. Mind your tongue, oh. I cleaned your dirty TV with my full passion. If you cannot say thank you, do not insult my family. Who are you calling an illiterate?  Passion plus ignorance equals destruction. This is the classic poverty mentality.

 You think using cheap trash is smart and economical while you destroy things worth thousands of dollars.  Poverty mentality. But my TV at home does not have dust. You are too stingy and hot-tempered. If you keep shouting like a mad dog, your blood vessel will burst. And all this your money and crystal plates will just be used to serve people food.

If you want to hire me, hire me. If you don’t want to hire me, give me answer so I can go home.  You don’t want to home.  Darling, is anyone home? Oh gosh, the humidity outside is completely ruining my skin structure. Jared, my love, what is this pungent cheap chemical smell in your penthouse? Ew.

 And what kind of bush creature is standing in your living room?  Mother wants a real woman who doesn’t flatter me. Perfect. You, Adara Nkemdilim, you are hired.  Eh? You just finished calling me an illiterate 3 seconds ago. You are turning coat fast like fried plantain ogah.  Consider today your lucky day. Go upstairs and pick up my luggage.

 This then me. I woah. Thank you, sir. I am starting work right now.  My rules. One, never interrupt me when I am on a call. Two, my breakfast is on the table at 7:00 sharp. Three, keep your mouth shut until I give you permission to speak. Is that clear?  Clear like spring water, sir.  Jared, are you out of your mind? You actually hired this smelly uncultured village woman to work here?  She’s not just a housekeeper, Zainab.

Starting today, she is the brand new nightmare of this estate. Adara, open your ears and listen to me very carefully. The fact that you have carried your bags into this my mansion does not mean you will be leaving anyhow. I have basic rules in this house. Are you hearing me?  Uh-huh. I am hearing you.  Rule number one, you will never, I repeat, you will never interrupt me when I am making a phone call.

 Rule number two, my breakfast must be served exactly by 7:00 a.m. dot.  Never. 7:00 a.m. 7:00 a.m. in the morning? Og is it spirits that are pursuing you? Why would somebody be eating yesterday’s food by that kind of ungodly hour? Normal human beings eat by 8:00, 9:00, 10:00. As for me, 10:00 or 11:00 a.m. is when my stomach opens.

 How do you expect food to pass through somebody’s throat by 7:00 a.m.? Eh?  And that brings me to my third rule. When we are having a conversation like this, if I have not handed over the microphone to you, you better shut that your dirty gutter of a mouth.  Oho, sorry-o.  I said, that brings me to the third rule.

 While I am talking, until I give you permission, you must shut that your dirty little mouth. Do you understand?  Portion, which one?  I know your kind. You wretched people. Always looking for where to go and tap blessing. Don’t think because you have entered this house, you can just be packing food into your mouth anyhow like a glutton. Let me tell you, I count every single grain of rice in this house.

 Chinweke, look at this man. Are you making me out to be a caterpillar? Uh-uh, rest your mind-o. I don’t even eat much. I eat like a small rat.  Adora. What in the name of God is this concoction?  Is it not Oga’s dinner? Jollof rice, roasted chicken, and fried dodo. I followed your menu to the letter-o.  I am asking you, why is everything gathered inside bowl like pig slop? Where is my gold-rimmed porcelain set imported from France? Where is the separate plate for rice, the separate plate for chicken, and the

separate plate for the plantain?  Uh-uh. This man is very funny. Is it not inside the same stomach everything will mix mix together? Why waste strength setting out four, five plates? To wash one bowl takes small soap. Washing five plates is a waste of water and waste of time. In my village, we eat from the same pot to promote family unity.

 THIS IS VICTORIA ISLAND. THIS IS THE MANSION OF GERARD. IT IS NOT THAT YOUR WRETCHED VILLAGE WHERE PEOPLE BEHAVE LIKE CAVEMEN. THE STENCH OF YOUR LAZINESS IS ALREADY STINKING up to the ceiling.  Hey, you can insult me all you want, but don’t you dare insult my Jollof rice. I cooked this with my grandmother’s secret recipe.

 It is 100 times sweeter than that tiny spaghetti thread you were eating yesterday.  There it is again. That poverty mentality. Always looking for shortcuts, cutting corners, being lazy, and then hiding behind the word saving. It is this same filthy mindset that will keep your kind in the mud forever. Look at this bowl.

 Even my poodle dog will not stoop so low to smell it.  Yes, I may be poor, but I am not a thief. I cooked this food with my honest sweat. If you don’t want to eat, leave it. Stop using all this your rotten elite English to look down on somebody.  Carry this rubbish. Cook a fresh pot. Bring out the crystal plates. Rice on one plate, chicken on one plate, plantain on one plate.

 Set the table like a civilized human being. Right now.  Chineke mo. Truly, too much money is a dangerous disease. Let us see how long this your arrogant face will last. Gerard, tomorrow morning by 8:00 a.m. I am landing in Lagos. I am coming to stay in that your mansion for one whole week to check if you have found a fiance yet.

 If you haven’t  You better prepare your mind to sign over those company shares to me.  Oga, what is the problem again this night? Are you not supposed to be sleeping so your skin can glow?  Shut the door and sit down.  Uh-uh. God forbid bad thing. In the middle of the night, you are telling a whole young maiden to close the door to a man’s bedroom? Oga, what devilish plan are you brewing? Try it, I will shout and wake up the whole of Victoria Island, oh.

 I don’t have time for your cheap village drama. I want to execute a business transaction with you.  Transaction? Which one is that again? Like wiping the flat screen TV with a dry cloth?  Tomorrow morning, my mother is landing in Lagos. She wants to see us. She is coming here to force me to marry one over pampered high society girl I cannot stand.

I need someone to pretend my fiance.  Chimoo. Oga, is malaria worrying your brain? Me? Fake fiance to a whole billionaire? Do I look like all those your long-legged, big-chested Lekki babes?  Exactly. Because you do not look like them. You are local, you are razz, you have absolutely no home training, and you carry that your poverty mentality like a badge of honor.

It is everything my mother despises. The plan is simple. I just need you to display your natural tacky, blunt, and unrefined behavior in front of my mother. Give her the shock of her life, disgust her enough, and she will pack her bags and abandon this marriage nonsense immediately.  Oh, ho. I see.

 You want to use my head to catch a bullet. You want to use me as a sacrificial lamb so your mother will hate me instead of you. So, what is my own benefit inside this matter?  The arrangement we discussed. Your part begins now. The rest is settled the moment my mother carries her suitcases back to Abuja.  Oga, hope you are not playing with my destiny this night.

This is not fake, right?  But listen carefully to the terms and conditions. For the next 3 days, you must play the role of my fiancee in the most disastrous way humanly possible. But do not forget, this is a highly confidential contract. If you leak one single word of this to anyone, you will vomit 10 times this amount in court.

 Deal sealed and delivered. Oga, you have found your champion. When it comes to giving people high blood pressure and causing premium disgrace, I have a PhD from my village. Just sit back, relax, and watch Adwoa the Great perform.  Welcome to Lagos, mother.  Where is this girl you are calling the love of your life? Gerald, I hope you have not rented an actress to come and play drama for me.

 She is upstairs getting ready, mother. She is quite unique. Please, brace yourself.  Oh! my mother-in-law. Mommy, you are highly welcome, oh. E ka iboma.  Mother, meet Adwoa Nkansah-Dapaah, my fiance.  With all the gold and designer bags in this world, you carried this Ghana Must Go luggage to come and meet your mother-in-law?  Mommy, this one is the latest fashion in Balogun Market, oh.

 It can carry the whole world. And it is even waterproof. All those tiny bags the size of a matchbox that you high society people carry is just to do notice me. It cannot even hold one tuber of yam. Truly, Mommy, let me tell you the gospel truth. If somebody is using this tiny surgical knife to cut this meat like we are feeding ants, when will the stomach be full? In my village, if you want to enjoy meat, you use your bare hands and chew it down to the bone.

 That is how food enters the body.  Adwoa, where are your manners? Your mother is a woman of high class and strict etiquette.  Which one is manners? Too much fake life. Eating is supposed to be enjoyed. Mommy, look at your son’s face, tight like a drum. Eating ordinary dinner, he is looking as if he is standing trial in a courtroom.

 Living this kind of stiff life, all your money will just give you high blood pressure for nothing.  Excellent. Absolutely excellent. It has been decades since I sat down to eat a meal that is this hilarious and stress-free.  What did you just say?  This girl is speaking the raw truth. I am sick and tired of all these fake plastic high society girls.

 They come to my house, sit straight like electric poles, cut one single piece of carrot into four, and spend the whole night smiling falsely and licking my boots. This girl is real. No acting, no fake life. Gerald, for the first time in your life, your eyes are working properly. My mind is made up. We are doing the wedding next week.

 Huh? Wedding next week?  Gerald, explain this absolute nonsense to me right now. The blogs are blowing up with crazy rumors that you are getting married to some bush housemate. What kind of low-class gutter trash is sitting in your house? Gerald, have you completely lost your mind? You dumped me for this creature that smells like pig feet?  Look here, you this girl.

Who are you calling garbage?  I am talking to you, house girl. Do you know this Chanel bag in my hand is worth more than your family’s entire mud compound in the village? Get out of here before I call the police to throw you in a cell for illegal trespass.  Original Chanel bag or cheap knockoff from Yaba Market? Slay queens like you who depend on men’s money, using your body to dig gold.

And drop that foolish fake British accent. You sound like a plum seed is stuck in your throat. It is giving me a headache.  You bush witch, HOW DARE YOU LECTURE ME, YOU AH, my wrist. Gerald, look at her. She wants to murder me.  In my village, treacherous side chicks like you are thrown straight into the river for catfish food.

 If you ever raise your hand in this house again, I will break the swipe card wrist of yours into pieces. Get out.  Excellent beating, my daughter. Your mouth is plastered with red lipstick like an oil funnel. Security, throw this nuisance out of my drainage.  You people should wait and see. I will never let this go.

 Jesus Christ.  Even if you have your diamonds around your neck, you cannot hide the stink of poverty.  Not so she would demand we get married next week. You cannot leave. If you leave now, my mother will seize my 40% core shares immediately. You must stay and continue playing the role of my fiance.  Also, right? Every day you drink black coffee like water.

 And scene.  Stay here. Don’t move.  emotional acting adds a premium to my fee. Your updated invoice is now 5.55 million, boss.  Drink this pepper soup. It will help.  Are you not afraid I’ll deduct your salary for cooking stinking local herbs in the middle of the night?  Eh? When sickness strikes a billionaire owns the kitchen.

 The mother is a grown adult leader.  How is that my business?  Why do you always hold your tongue tight?  Give me my money so I can pack my load back to Balogun market before you go.  A crescent moon is easily swallowed by the night. My father was a brilliant businessman, but because of one tiny mistake, one misplaced trust, he lost everything.

His friends turned their backs on him and he died of a massive stroke.  No problem. My cat price just went off, Oga.  No scratches. Absolute perfection. If I show even a moment of weakness, people will crush me.  You built a massive castle out of glass to protect yourself. But glass is freezing cold, Gerard.

In my village, our thatched roofs leak whenever it rains. But when the big storms hit, the whole family huddles together in the driest corner of the house. Perfection cannot protect you, Gerard. Only human warmth can do that. Don’t play coy with me, Samuel. I know you despise that bush girl, Adaora, and you hate Gerard for treating you like an appliance.

 Miss Zainab, it’s not that I I don’t want to help, but Oga Gerard’s study is off-limits. He installed a retinal scanner on the door. How am I supposed to get in?  Retinal scanner, my foot. Gerard is arrogant. He thinks no one has the guts to cross him, so he keeps his old, lazy habits.

 Back when we were together, I knew exactly where he kept his most sensitive documents.  You mean  the hidden side drawer under his mahogany desk. He never uses an electronic lock on that specific drawer because he hates the beep sound. It’s a traditional mechanical lock. And that key, I know exactly where he keeps the spare in his bedroom.

 I had a duplicate made weeks ago. Your job is to slip into the estate, go while Gerard takes Ngozi for her checkup. Rummage through that drawer and find me a paper contract or anything that proves their engagement is a fraud. Mhm.  I caught you, you greedy street rat.  Oga, I left the ironing board right here. Just wait, Gerard.

Tonight, at the charity gala, I will personally tear off your hypocritical mask in front of every billionaire in Lagos. Oga, have mercy on me. Was this demonic object invented to torture women? The heel is thin like a toothpick. Standing in a rice paddy field for a whole day is less painful than this.  My mother invited 30 VIP guests to our engagement dinner tonight.

You cannot welcome high society dignitaries wearing green plastic slippers. Come here. I’ll teach you the basic waltz steps. Just try not to step on your dress. Relax, Adora. You’re stiff as an oak board. Look at me. Step forward with your left foot. 1 2 3.  Wild dogs can never hide the scratches.  worn. Scratches can be polished.

We don’t need perfection to enjoy tonight. Step back with your right foot now. 1 2 3  Oga, did my kaji pepper soup short-circuit your brain cells last night?  Perhaps it did. But honestly, this music is tedious. My mother insists on classical tracks at every event to project nobility.  Then change the music.

Who made the rule that rich people must dance like broken wooden puppets?  Wait, wait. What are you doing? That amplifier is highly sensitive to voltage.  Now, this is music for living human beings. Come on, Oga. Let me show you how to actually enjoy your money. Shake your hips, you stiff. Don’t just stand there like a street lamp.

 I don’t want tonight to be an act anymore, Adora.  What What do you mean, Oga?  I want to forget that contract.  Hm. This fetching today. You two You two Our engagement dinner guests are arriving. In 2 hours they will be here. And you are jumping and sweating like market porters to this street music. Gerald, go upstairs.

 Change into your tux right now. Adara, sit on that chair. Let the glam team fix your face. Move.  Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the CEO of Gerald Group and his beautiful fiance.  Tonight, after the guests leave, I want to tear up that contract.  Tear it up? You mean you’re firing me early?  No. I mean I want to start over.

 Properly?  As a normal man pursuing an extraordinary woman. No money involved. No scripts. Just you and me.  Yes.  Oh my goodness, Ngozi. So your noble daughter-in-law who dared to preach to us about human dignity is actually just a cheap street actress rented for 5 million naira. How humiliating.  Throw me out? You should throw out that

village rat standing right there. Mother, do you see now? She pounded yam with you. She flattered you. She played the perfect traditional girl. And it was all just to get her dirty hands on the Gerald Group’s money.  Gerald.  Happy engagement. Cheers to the hypocrite  a fake, isn’t it? Mother, please let me explain.

In the beginning, yes, it was just a contract. I needed to secure the company shares, so I But now, everything is different.  Am I a puppet to you? A toy you can just buy and manipulate? You deceived the mother who carried you in her womb. ALL FOR SOME MEASLY COMPANY SHARES?  MOTHER, PLEASE, just listen to me.

 Do not call me mother. You are a brilliant actress. You remind me of my own youth. You actually made me believe that pure, decent girl still existed in this world. But it turns out 5 million naira was enough for you to sell your dignity and help him con an old woman. Chef.  You are right. That sum was the price to take part in this hollow charade, but my dignity was never for sale.

But I am sorry to disappoint you. This Adara may be dirt poor, but I have never put my soul on sale for you people to trample and mock. This contract ends right this second.  ADARA!  DARLING, I heard that insufferable old woman went back to her hometown. Finally, the house is clean of garbage. Let’s go out for fine French dining tonight to celebrate, shall we?

 Did you think exposing her would make me marry you, Zainab? Don’t assume I’m ignorant of everything you’ve pulled behind my back. I fired Samuel this morning. I have no use for a treacherous dog.  What are you talking about? Gerard, I did it to you from that gold-digging street rat.  Save me? You just drove away the only woman who ever taught me how to live like a human being. Read the documents, Zainab.

As of 9:00 a.m. today, I have completely pulled all Gerard Group capital from your father’s oil exploration firm. Furthermore, I personally handed over your family’s tax evasion records to the federal investigators.  No! Gerard, you’re joking, right? Our family conglomerate will go bankrupt overnight.  Within the next 24 hours, you will taste the exact poverty and vulgarity you love to spit at others.

GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! GUARDS!  We need to do me. I am so sorry, papa. I am so useless. I thought I could make the money to pay for our debts, but I ruined everything. I let them trample on my pride. I let them humiliate our family. I am sorry.

 My foolish child, what meaning does money have if you must suffer such disgrace? My greatest wealth is my pride and your beautiful smile. Wipe your tears. We may be poor, but we will never bow our heads to anyone. Do you hear me, my daughter?  You have come again, Bamitale. I am a mad woman today, oh.

 You take one more step and I swear I will not show you mercy. What devilish play is this? Do not come and act your foolish drama here.  Queen Adora, the mother of the market, I beg you in the name of God, put the cutlasses down. If even a scratch touches your skin, my wretched life is finished.  Are you serious? I can’t afford to pay you this month.

 My sister, you don’t owe anything anymore. Mr. Gerald paid your hospital bills in full last week.  You? Who did you say?  Mr. Gerald, the billionaire real estate mogul. Last week, he sent his bodyguards to carry a whole briefcase of raw cash and slammed it right in my face. He paid your debts and threw an extra 1 million naira at me just as a warning.

If anybody in this wretched market dares to touch a single strand of Adora’s hair or makes her shed a tear, I will flatten this entire market into a parking lot for my dogs. I beg you, my queen. We are taking our leave right now.  Gerard.  Are you crazy? What are you doing here? That suit is completely ruined.

 I am here to file a complaint. The customer service here is atrocious. You quit without my authorization.  I returned the money. The torn up. We owe each other nothing. Go back to your glass fortress.  That contract is terminated. But I brought a new one. Yesterday I flew to Abuja. I got on my knees and apologized to my mother.

 I begged for forgiveness for deceiving her. And I also told her that I had lost the only woman who taught me how to truly live.  Your mother will never accept a low-class girl like me.  I explained everything. My mother said “If you don’t bring that girl home, don’t ever call me mother again.” That glass house is too cold, Adara. I don’t want that fake perfection anymore.

You destroyed my ridiculously expensive TV, slammed your wooden mortar onto my marble counter tops, and turned me into a man who knows how to be jealous, angry, and to crave. Now, are you just going to run away and leave me to clean up this mess alone? Adara Nkemdilim, this contract has a lifetime term. Job requirements: Talk back to me every single day, pound your cassava and scratch up my marble tables, and hold my hand when I’m scared.

 Will you marry me?  You lunatic! You psychotic billionaire! You’ve muddied up my whole stall!  That’s all I really is everything Gerald has.  I’ll eat your jollof everyday even from one bowl. I accept Gerald. Another scratch on the floor today Oga.

 Let it be. Once the glass is broken a little more friction is how you make diamonds.