Nigerian's and Friday's


We all "wanna" have TGIF as our status on our different
social media group but here people I am going to analyse the Friday night happening of five different individuals in Lagos state in five weeks, be free to pick where you fit:
    
    Adeline a pretty girl dresses up and say's her goodbyes to her parents by 10pm "we have a night vigil today" honestly speaking, she goes to church, picks a seat with her friend Katie they took a late snack of tea and bread, and chatted all through out the "divine service" with the usher sending them daggers of caution, but no they continued tickling their fancy and as expected when it was 3am they drifted off to dream world to be woken up by shuffling feet's making their way out of service.
    
        Oh Adeline! my daughter how was service? her mother asked, "it was very fine mum and spirit filled too, the lord worked wonders and miracles through the man of God", little did her mother know that the only miracle that her daughter witnessed was the juicy gossip that transpired between faithful sister Adeline and her friend Katie, her mother was seen telling her friend, I trust my daughter she is not like other children of this cursed generation.
   
        Little did she know...

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