Dear ASOMESI comma
Because you’ve still not worked on getting me the golf no, i still ‘cut 7’ in the front seats of Troskis.
Few minutes ago, this middle aged man enters our Troski and starts with a worship song and he was followed by other passengers but me, I knew in my heart, he was in for a deal not preaching!
ASOMESI, after like 3 songs he then introduced himself as the King of all Kooko eduro sellers in Kumasi!! Yes ooo hmmm
After rattling for almost 15 minutes about the potency of his drugs and with no one showing interest, he came down, looked at me silently and then went like, “bra, w’ano naa ayɛ kɔkɔɔ no firi kooko oo ɛnti tɔ eduro no bi” to wit, “bro, the redness of your lips is caused by piles ooo, so buy some of the drugs”
I shook my head and smiled.
Asomesi, let the car come.
Your Own Boy
