BIMPE: Baby, I am weak, & beside, I’m not an intimacy gadget that u can just pick and play with.
ME: I’m sorry dear, I just have the urge rite now please.

BIMPE: I just don’t have the urge this morning. Just go out and get me money to go to PHC today please.
ME: so u are refusing me?

BIMPE: yes, maybe when you give me the money you promised, we can then have a good sex.
ME: then I am not in the mood to go out also... How will I need love making from my girl and she will refuse it, and I will try to please her whenever she needs anything.

BIMPE: ****frowned face*****, so its because of the money u want to give me that is making you to wake me up for sex?.
Do you think I’m a prostitute?, do u think I can’t survive without ur money?”

***bimpe started ranting***

She stood up, arranged her bag, wore her sandals and left the house.

****i remain inside without any motive to look for her. I said to myself, “atleast, I have had a Bleep of the value of my money.

I picked my phone to update Segun about the latest happenings.
He hailed me on whatsapp saying “Mr Maga don dey get sense be that.

Now it was around 5:10am, I was still on my bed, doing meditation on how the day would look like, then I saw my door opened, and behold, I saw Bimpe.

Back into the room with her bags *hahahaha* (I laff in spanish for my mind)