Bossladies’ nest 1: The Pubic wahala

The two girls watched the well-dressed lady who sat quietly in a corner, staring at her food. They knew something was bothering her immediately she walked into the restaurant with a blank look on her face. She had absent-mindedly ordered an incongruous mix. “I’m sorry ma’am, did I hear you right? You requested for fried rice, dried fish and okra soup,” the waitress said hesitantly. “Yes,” the lady responded without looking up. “Are you eating it here or you’re taking it away,” she asked again. “Eat in,” the lady intoned,…

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