Mazi The Accidental Peeping Tom?……….

Because I no too get money like before, my office Landlords, Regus™, decided to relocate my office, to share with a Business Tax Advisor, wey be self employed like me.

I said, no problem.

Decently big office, but our spaces are demarcated with fancy dividers.

Since December that I moved in, Miss India Pretty Face no dey greet me o.

Correct chick o.

All particulars in the right places.

But arrogant. Very.

I go greet am from morning till night, she go look me for eye, no answer.

But as Lagos Igboro boy, I no send am.

I dey do my work, i dey drink my Gordon’s™ dry gin, I put my smelly socked feet for table.

I no kuku get òga.

I noticed that once a while, she covers her nose in disgust.

I still no send am.

…….then one morning, I had some network issues, so i went on my knees under my desk and office divider, to sort out the Ethernet cables fitted out from the floor to connect appliances and devices.

Hmmmmm, bros as I glanced up from under my desk, with cables and wires all over my neck, wettin I see ?…..

Miss Pretty India face, legs splayed wide open jàgbàla, the dirtiest kpàta in the world staring at me. The yellow color sef don turn to brown.

…aaaaaahhh ! I banged my head against my desk as I quickly came up for fresh air.

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