dailywaka.blogspot.com

Hello dear friends, it's been a more than three days something, right? Please, pardon me; many chips came down at almost the same time, however, I specifically thank God for the grace He's blessed me with, and the people builders He deliberately placed around me for such a time as this! So, let's  go into the gist of tonight: In the year 2017, I became friends with Tolu Josh(real name) during a youth national convention. We grew into being good friends from the casual level things. He probably would have liked that we went past the platonic stage, but I didn't take too much notice. Some months into our friendship, my phone was stolen and I had to use a makeshift phone. During the time I used the makeshift, Tolu called to check on me having not heard from me for a while. I picked the call, did like I knew it was him and appreciated him. I did that because I'd eventually know the person las las 😂. Afterwards, I went further and saved his name on the makeshift as

Hullo everyone, it's been some days, right? Happy new month! 💃 💃 Please, pardon me; your gist partner has been involved in some profitable somethings. 😂 Let's dive straight to the gist of today. Anyone really close to me knows that after choosing a plate of beans accompanied with soaked gari(cassava flakes), one of the best gifts you can give me is a journal and a pen. Whoosh! I will pray for the person from my heart, tell everyone about that person and scream in pure delight. It so happened that a very dear friend of mine, let's call him Dee, has a very fine orange coloured journal that I fell in love with. I have a general love for journals, but this particular one caught my eye. I did all I could for Dee to gift me that journal o, but no, he didn't buy any of it. So, I gave up and continued to use my diary for everything I needed to write. Mind you, Dee is a poet, a scribbler and a many other something person. In the course of the past week, I was gisting