I've come to believe our brains can work so well in different situations.

Because tell me how I wrote a 982 word essay venting my anger about someone.

And I wasn't even really angry.

I was just frustrated, tired and on the verge of tears.

And it's funny because unless I have an idea I can't sit down to write or think.

I'd just be wasting my time.

Makes me wonder what I can do when I'm angry.

Nobody should offend me oh.

If not, ehn🌚.

Now as you all know ARA BAMBI IS GETTING PAID FOR THE YAP.

You guys thought I was joking 😭😭😭😭😭.

I wasn't oh.

Turns out people really do find meaning to my thoughts.

But funny enough I don't find meaning to it.

Maybe it's because I read and reread it over and over it's starts to look like jagbajantis.

                               (Smiles in all is well🌚)

Special thanks to the officials of twocents, Awe Oluwatomi and 

 Caramel.

Thank you to everyone who viewed, upvoted, took time read

and commented.

Eshe oh🌚.

Eshe gbogbo ile 🌚.

Eshe gbogbo family 🌚.

Eshe gbogbo twocents 🌚.

I know you all are thinking I'm weird.

I know.

I've been told.

Lemme have my moment 🌚.

      (Dances in Omo ti o common, Ibo lofelo ti o so no).