Asides my OCD, washing plates and just cleaning is like therapy for me.
I went to this guy’s house yesterday for sleepover, we ate and I was cleaning up. This boy was on the phone talking rubbish, saying I was really behaving like a real AkwaCross girl (like a housemaid), that he can’t wait for the sex part sef in Igbo. Well, I paused, told him I forgot something at home, left, blocked him on everything at the gate before even ordering Uber. Unam ikot mkpo. He doesn’t know I understand Igbo sef, abasi kan idiok mkpo