Smiling to myself.... Saturday morning just had breakfast and relaxing while my husband watches his usual long and boring football (I need to watch my Yoruba movies, but patiently waiting). I start browsing through Facebook and get to the part where you can see people you may know. There, I find someone who actually used to be my friend on Facebook and I wonder why we are no longer friends, then I remember..... I was to visit nigeria sometime ago and dis chick had wanted me to bring stuff for her and I honestly told her I could not, not because I was hating but just because I could not. Na so the babe defriended me o, cos I remember I had wanted to buzz her and explain but for some reason didn't remember her name as it appeared on fb. Well that's life some people hate you for being honest and some love u for being fake, I have since scrolled past dis chick's name and the world will not end if I lose 1 of 1000+ friends on fb lol. My true friends know me, 'if romoke can't do it she will tell you straight up.....' I tell people I feel being fake is too stressful so why would I want to go the stressful route?
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