Me: Waiting on queue at the 4th roundabout Oando in a silver Camry after sleeping overnight in the car.
You: Fine girl, trying to give me eye so I can let you chance me.
I hope you understand why I didn’t allow you enter.
But I thought we had a deeper connection, both of us hustling together in this soup called Lagos.
If you felt it too, holla at your boy.
The name is Derek.
PS: I have petrol so Am willing to drive to you.