My colleagues need the word of God to
refine their minds. To truly separate impure thoughts from pure ones. It beats
me how they easily get one’s word twisted and give an innocent statement a not
so innocent meaning. For years this use to make me uptight and less
friendly. Not anymore, because it seems to get worse everyday. Besides, I’ve
realised it’s just a harmless talk, usually for the fun of discomfiting the
ones that thinks it will make them less born again, yeah, those in my club.
Today was an eventful day, not
because of what I did but because of what transpired between me and who I did
it with. My friend is a fashion designer, (if you like say na tailor, na you
sabi lol!) and a makeup artist. Basically, she does everything that makes women look
beautiful and glamorous. I hope I’ll get paid for this advert later. Actually,
I already got paid How? Let’s start the story by rewinding back to
yesterday.
