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Two weeks ago, I bought 12 polo. It came in a pack and I planned to wear them. I discarded my old T-shirts immediately.
The first time I wore my first polo, my wife saw how fitting and beautiful it was on me. She told me I looked beautiful in the shirt. I thanked her and told her the reason I had bought the polo. I told her my old T-shirts had become faded and I had to buy these ones to replace them.
I went to work that day and returned only to find my wife wearing one of my new polo without Trousers or shorts. I asked her why she wore my Polo when she had her clothes and gowns to wear.
"So you chose to turn my polo into short gown?"
She chuckled and started telling me how free my polo felt on her.
I swallowed my anger that day because of how beautiful she looked in it. I also thought it would end in just one polo. But this woman started changing polo every day. She wore one of my polo until the chest of the polo was looking big because her breasts had expanded it for me. People were now thinking I had breasts when I didn't have breasts.
She rocked those 12 polo with me and there was nothing I could do.
Yesterday, my wife returned with 9 shoes she bought from the market. She told me she had been saving to buy the female wears and it was yesterday she was able to pick them up.
I told her it was fine.
But in my heart, I was laughing.
This morning while she was in the parlor sitting down with my polo, I wore the most beautiful heels she bought. The one that had gold and shine shine on it. I knew that was her favorite.
I wore it and made sure it did koin koin koin as I walked down the stairs. I added cat walk to the walking steps.
My wife turned and saw me.
She picked slippers.
"Praises, what? Why are you wearing my shoe?"
"Did I ask you that question when you wore my polo? Any way it looks free on me. I think we would share the 9 shoes you bought together from today."
Before I could finish talking, she carried charger cord and began to chase me.
This evening she hid all her shoes in Ghana must must-go bag.
And returned my polo.
Slacked.
And forgotten.
All because I marry.
It's all right.
My name is Praises Chidera Obiora and I am the best at what I do.
Two weeks ago, I bought 12 polo. It came in a pack and I planned to wear them. I discarded my old T-shirts immediately.
The first time I wore my first polo, my wife saw how fitting and beautiful it was on me. She told me I looked beautiful in the shirt. I thanked her and told her the reason I had bought the polo. I told her my old T-shirts had become faded and I had to buy these ones to replace them.
I went to work that day and returned only to find my wife wearing one of my new polo without Trousers or shorts. I asked her why she wore my Polo when she had her clothes and gowns to wear.
"So you chose to turn my polo into short gown?"
She chuckled and started telling me how free my polo felt on her.
I swallowed my anger that day because of how beautiful she looked in it. I also thought it would end in just one polo. But this woman started changing polo every day. She wore one of my polo until the chest of the polo was looking big because her breasts had expanded it for me. People were now thinking I had breasts when I didn't have breasts.
She rocked those 12 polo with me and there was nothing I could do.
Yesterday, my wife returned with 9 shoes she bought from the market. She told me she had been saving to buy the female wears and it was yesterday she was able to pick them up.
I told her it was fine.
But in my heart, I was laughing.
This morning while she was in the parlor sitting down with my polo, I wore the most beautiful heels she bought. The one that had gold and shine shine on it. I knew that was her favorite.
I wore it and made sure it did koin koin koin as I walked down the stairs. I added cat walk to the walking steps.
My wife turned and saw me.
She picked slippers.
"Praises, what? Why are you wearing my shoe?"
"Did I ask you that question when you wore my polo? Any way it looks free on me. I think we would share the 9 shoes you bought together from today."
Before I could finish talking, she carried charger cord and began to chase me.
This evening she hid all her shoes in Ghana must must-go bag.
And returned my polo.
Slacked.
And forgotten.
All because I marry.
It's all right.
My name is Praises Chidera Obiora and I am the best at what I do.
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Two weeks ago, I bought 12 polo. It came in a pack and I planned to wear them. I discarded my old T-shirts immediately.
The first time I wore my first polo, my wife saw how fitting and beautiful it was on me. She told me I looked beautiful in the shirt. I thanked her and told her the reason I had bought the polo. I told her my old T-shirts had become faded and I had to buy these ones to replace them.
I went to work that day and returned only to find my wife wearing one of my new polo without Trousers or shorts. I asked her why she wore my Polo when she had her clothes and gowns to wear.
"So you chose to turn my polo into short gown?"
She chuckled and started telling me how free my polo felt on her.
I swallowed my anger that day because of how beautiful she looked in it. I also thought it would end in just one polo. But this woman started changing polo every day. She wore one of my polo until the chest of the polo was looking big because her breasts had expanded it for me. People were now thinking I had breasts when I didn't have breasts.
She rocked those 12 polo with me and there was nothing I could do.
Yesterday, my wife returned with 9 shoes she bought from the market. She told me she had been saving to buy the female wears and it was yesterday she was able to pick them up.
I told her it was fine.
But in my heart, I was laughing.
This morning while she was in the parlor sitting down with my polo, I wore the most beautiful heels she bought. The one that had gold and shine shine on it. I knew that was her favorite.
I wore it and made sure it did koin koin koin as I walked down the stairs. I added cat walk to the walking steps.
My wife turned and saw me.
She picked slippers.
"Praises, what? Why are you wearing my shoe?"
"Did I ask you that question when you wore my polo? Any way it looks free on me. I think we would share the 9 shoes you bought together from today."
Before I could finish talking, she carried charger cord and began to chase me.
This evening she hid all her shoes in Ghana must must-go bag.
And returned my polo.
Slacked.
And forgotten.
All because I marry.
It's all right.
My name is Praises Chidera Obiora and I am the best at what I do.
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