Everybody was telling me how toxic my man was but love no gree me see road. I chop breakfast steady I still gallant. I chop slap in thousands, I still collect money clean eye. He hit my mama over an argument, na then my eye clear. He sleep for cell that day and night plus small beating. I turn on tap for him house, everywhere wet, almost everything was destroyed. Cleared the money wey Dey his moniepoint account. Na God do am for me, Abi no be God