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"Love gives no room for hate. If he hates your flaws but claims to love you. Dear sister give him the red card.
#Talktotania #Stickwithmyflaws #relatesureships."
Tania tweeted her first advice for the day. Ticking off the column for Talktotania she moved on to the next item on her schedule.
Contact Clara
Clara was her M.D for TaniasApparrel. In a country like this having two to three jobs secured your place among the elites as well as your worth profit.
The red light on her tablet came on and she took a sneak peek to see fifty one retweet, three hundred comments and five hundred likes in three minutes after her first tweet. The #stickwithmyflaws would be the talk of the town for a while.
She smiled as the voice on the other end spoke. "Morning Clara."
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The ride to her island office wasn't a pleasant one. Lagos traffic was one of the reasons she loved jetting out of the country at any given opportunity. Had it not been for the loss of her father three years ago she would have relocated to the states last year. Heaven knows her mother would go into a fit if she got wind of her Chicago experience.
"Good lord," she muttered. She had neither seen nor heard from the young Caucasian after that night. Such an episode was one thing she'll never like a replay of.
Singing along to Jaywon's hit making money this year playing on her car radio, her smile grew broad as she thought of her new deal. Bankole's Signature was increasing in the stock exchange rates with new branches springing forth all over.
Her father would be so proud of her. She had managed to rescue the dying company from closing after the last shipment was lost. The incident which led to the death of her father.
"If we no get money wetin we gain wetin we gain." She shakes her head vigorously, singing off tune to the latest hit track in the country, Victor AD was making her day already. "If we no.. argghh!!" she protested as the song was just an intro for the OAP now on air.
"Good morning and compliments of the season my dear listeners. It's your host Barrister Maxwell on your number one relationship law and order show Flaming Flames."
"Urghh!!" she grunted. Flaming flames was just another show to make men feel extra domineering. "Beast lord." she hissed changing the channel.
Fortunately she was few minutes away to from office and resorted to switching off the radio completely. "Beast lord." she cursed again parking in her designated parking lot.
She alighted graciously inhaling the wonderful scent that came after the rain, it always soothed her. Ensuring her car was locked she stepped away from her beauty. The red sedan Deville was her latest baby and she enjoyed the glance many threw her way. Some taking quick snapshot as the building's entrance door slid open. Being a celebrity had it specs but being a relationship coach made her a mini goddess.
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It was another cool evening in Bode Thomas Street, Lagos. The rain had surprised all by falling twice that day, perfect time for the men to hangout at bars to steam off while listening to Flaming Flames uninterrupted.
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