“knock Knock o Mama Dona, where you dey?” “See me here o, ah ah you don finish now now abi? I tell you say this Morning Fresh na the ogbonge dishwashing liquid” “ah you no lie o! naso i be dey struggle with that regular dishwashing liquid wey Mama Solo sell give me,...
Had Mama Solo, the vendor lied? or perhaps she didn’t know what she was selling at the time, “that cannot be possible” muttered the already angered Mama Sunny. Grease after grease, she’d tried to scrub but it seems time had frozen and only torture seems to exist in...
